#that's also why his shoes are so big. they are also full of gender :)

[plutonicbees]

do u see my vision

#he's got. the gender. #(that's why his hair is so big; it's full of gender) #yknow how ppl will put stuff in their shoes to be taller or fit in them better #that's also why his shoes are so big. they are also full of gender :) #bart allen #impulse #impulse dc #dc #dc comics #young justice #impulse 1995 #yj #trans bart allen

[phntmeii]

Hello, dear writer! Can I have a headcanon of RZ!Michael Myers or OG!Michael Myers or maybe both? (If you want, of course) with their S/O being Russian or British? I just absolutely love Russian and British accents! I also would love to see Michael’s reaction to being called “Big bear” by his S/O in like their accent. Like mwah! Chef kiss! Anyways thank you and have a wonderful day!

RZ!Michael Myers x Russian!SO

[SFW + No Gendered Terms]

A/N: Thank you for the request anon!! Have sm love for RZ!Michael in my heart even if he is a little difficult to write for. I’ll make a general dating headcanon list for him soon though :)

Reaction to Russian!SO

❄️ Michael wasn’t one to give much of a reaction to anything at all. He was a blank shell for outward emotion made worse with the fact that he wore a mask all the time.

❄️ When he broke in casually moved in, he didn’t say much in response to the accent but he knew it wasn’t familiar to him.

❄️ Sometimes he sits and stares at his SO for a while when they speak, trying to catch some of the more difficult words that were covered by the accent.

❄️ If he doesn’t understand them, he’ll just wait until they repeat themselves in a clearer manner.

❄️ Something he wasn’t accustomed to was how formal and sometimes strict his SO was. And often times it was over something he thought silly.

❄️ “Michael. I’ve told you a hundred times already about wearing shoes indoors. You have blood all over them and you wish to dirty my floors? No. Off.”

❄️ At first, his reaction was an obvious no by how he just continued walking inside until his SO stood in front of him, unamused. He could easily crush them here and now. He didn’t need them. But, just taking off his shoes was an easier and less lonely idea.

❄️ Another unfamiliar custom to get used to was the whole “gift-giving” thing. It was an offense to not bring a small gift when visiting, he was told. Michael thought this was dumb too but he didn’t want his SO to be upset and have to deal with it.

❄️ He casually picks up items from victims that seemed like his SO’s type of thing. Necklaces, shoes, chocolates, etc. Although he presents them with no emotion, he did feel a little happy to go out of his way to pick something up for his SO.

❄️ Even despite what he thought were strict and inconvenient rules, his SO was sweet to him and it meant the world.

❄️ He liked secretly watching as they cooked in the kitchen. In the mornings, they made syrniki as they sang in Russian quietly to themselves. Michael didn’t know this kind of comfort but it was a pleasant thing.

Being Called “Big Bear”

🐻 This came about from the whole “not wearing shoes indoor” rule that was strictly enforced.

🐻 Michael came home to find his SO holding a pair of slippers that were fuzzy with a teddy bear design on it. It was cute and the only ones in his size they could find.

🐻 He liked them. Michael enjoys things that can harp back to the few nice things he could remember about childhood like cartoon bears on TV. He wore them just as he was meant to. Slowly, his SO just started associating him with those.

🐻 And that’s where he heard the name. He sat on the couch, eating a meal his SO prepared. His mask was off but his hair covered most of his face still.

🐻 His SO passed by to make sure he was eating. They always offered seconds, thirds—whatever it took to make sure he was full. Michael looked toward them, tilting his head as to why they were staring at him eat.

🐻 “Making sure my big bear eats his fill. There’s plenty more.”

🐻 For some reason, something clicked in his head when they said that. When his SO started to step away, his hand reached out, tightly grasping their forearm. He stared at them and tugged their arm to come closer.

🐻 He stared until his SO could figure out what it was that he wanted. He liked that name. “My big bear?” Hearing it again, he set his plate aside and grabbed his SO, dragging them into his lap.

🐻 He kept his arms around them, pressing his face into their shoulder and letting out a sigh. He liked that. He was more than happy to be your big bear.

🐻 Anytime it was said while cuddling, in bed, in the mornings as a greeting—whenever, Michael would hold on tighter as a silent appreciation of the name. It was fitting and made him feel loved.

⤷ divider credits: @cafekitsune

#rz michael myers #michael myers #michael myers x reader #michael myers x y/n #slashers headcanons #slasher fucker #slasher headcanons #slasher x reader #slashers x reader

[talesoftheesun]

I um... tripped! [O.G.]

pairing: ominis gaunt x slytherin!reader (gender neutral)

genre: fluff, slight angst, idk??

warnings: mention of blood. ominis might spontaneously go gray. can be read platonically, kind of. also english is not my first language and i wrote this while high on sleep deprivation lol

word count: 862

a/n: hi!! this is my first hogwarts legacy fic. i've written before here and there but it's been a long time lol. i hope you guys enjoy!

prompt: "they do a poor job of hiding the damage"

summary: you're out doing keeper stuff, ominis is concerned.

Stumbling through the common room doors, you cling to the wall like a lifeline. The winding of the stairs makes you feel even worse. As you near the bottom of the stairs, you strain your ears trying to figure out if anyone was still awake. Silence. You relax a bit as you continue to limp down the stairs. 

You should've known better. 

As soon as you make it all the way down, that ever-concerned voice speaks up, "And where in Merlin's name have you been?" 

“Bloody hell Ominis, how many times do I have to ask you to stop doing that?!” You clutch your heart. He turns his head in your direction, deadpan look on his face. “I wouldn’t have to if you’d stop coming back so late every bloody day.” 

You grumble, “You know I have keeper stuff to do.” Ominis can’t stop the sigh from escaping. “Yes, I’m aware of that, but do you have to keep doing it in the middle of the night?” 

Unbeknownst to him, you’re swaying on your feet, “Can we not do this right now, please, I just want to go to bed.” You don't wait for a response. Knowing full well he’d pop a vein if he knew of your current condition, you try to make as little noise as possible as you move in the direction of your room. 

Ominis scoffs and jumps up from where he was sitting on the chesterfield so fast, you’d think someone just slapped him. “No, we are doing this now!” He makes his way over to you in just a few strides, “You’re never around long enough during the day for us to have this conversation then! Do you have any id—” He freezes up at the sound of a loud thud.

Frantically waving his wand around, he finally finds you, on the floor. “Wha— Are you okay?” 

Any other day, in any other situation, you’d have laughed at how big his eyes have gotten since the start of your… conversation. Right now however, you were too preoccupied with keeping your pain hidden from him. You cough, “Yeah, I’m fine, I um… tripped! Over uh… Violet’s shoe..?” Mentally beating yourself up over how bad of an excuse that was.

“Right…” He holds his left hand out for you to grab, “Come on then.” 

Too preoccupied with keeping your labored breaths down, you don't notice his hand until he hisses your name. “Oh. Sorry,” you gingerly grab his hand. 

Now, Ominis wouldn’t describe himself as strong, he can’t exactly participate in sports given his lack of sight. But the blood-curdling scream you let out as he pulled you up, would make anyone think he just ripped your body apart.

Feeling your weight drop back down, he quickly wraps his arms around you to catch you. “What’s wrong?! Did I hurt you? Wait— Did someone hurt you out there?!” Eyes darting around, as if trying to find the damage.

Still trying to catch your breath, you can only groan in response. He strokes your hair as he carefully walks you back towards the couch. Repeating apologies like a prayer. He pulls you onto his lap, not sure whether he should be careful and hold you like a porcelain doll, or to pull you closer and hold on for dear life. When he feels you lean into him, he settles on the latter. 

"I'm sorry," by now he's realized that the iron smell of blood he got a waft of earlier wasn't the blood of your enemies, it was yours. "I'm so, so sorry."

Finally able to breathe easier now, you wrap your arms around his torso. "It's not your fault. Please don't beat yourself up about it."

"Why didn't you tell me?" He frowns, tears brimming his eyes. "And why didn't you take a wiggenweld potion?"

You sigh, "Well, I knew you'd be upset with me and... I ran out at some point." Looking down in shame.

"You're damn right I'd be upset," he huffs, "But I'd at least wait until after you're okay to lecture you." Realizing how silly you’d been acting, you mumble an apology into his neck.

"What? I didn't quite catch that." He fails to fight the smirk threatening to break out. You roll your eyes, but give in anyway, "I said, you're right and I'm sorry."

"Hmm no, still didn't catch that."

Exasperated now, you huff, "You're right and I'm wrong.” Finally satisfied, he allows the smile on his face to grow even more. "Now will you help patch me up?"

He winces, "Not sure how you could forget darling, but I'm horrible at potions, I don't have any wiggenweld potions for you." You groan, "Ugh right. Then can you just hold me until you can get Sebastian to get some for me?" 

“Of course,” Shifting your bodies so you’re both laying down on the couch, you on top of his chest, he summons the blanket resting on the other couch to drape over you. "Now, get some rest."

As you settle into the warmth of his body, you drift off to sleep. The last thing you feel is his lips on your forehead.

#ominis gaunt x reader #ominis gaunt imagine #hogwarts legacy imagine #hogwarts legacy x reader #ominis gaunt #hogwarts legacy #hogwarts legacy fanfic #hl fanfiction #sun.fic #sun.txt

[wrr000]

Ok I've been craving some protective Heimdall so hear me out.

Reader is getting harassed by someone and they eventually lay a hand on the reader bruising them pretty badly, Heimdall witnesses this and loses his shit. this could be a headcanon or a one-shot I don't mind

(f you somehow find this and want to write it can the reader please be male I'd really appreciate it) <3

Thank you for requesting! You requested it ages ago, but 'write block' kicked in :|| I'm trying to get back to you guys! Keep in mind that I'm also a slow writer so let me take my time C: As for this - not the best, kinda rushed, but I need to start with something in order to write as much as weeks ago.

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Summary: gender neutral reader is working for Odin and his family, but after getting into relationship with Heimdall they got better job and treatment, but not everyone likes it

Warning: swearing, abuse, killing, very short with not many details, maybe I'll write a one shot for this promp! Heimdall being overprotective

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Since you got officially in relationship with Heimdall something has changed and certain people started to treat you differently

Before you confessed to God of Foresight you were working for Odin as well as for the rest of Aesir and you knew how he was towards others. Despide this you develop feelings towards him and most imporant - eventually get his attention

After you two got together your job slightly changes. It was still work for Odin, but your tasks were different and they treated you better. Maybe that was the flash point for your three 'ex-coworkers'

At first there were only unpleasant comments and strange looks. You heard them gossip about you. It was annoying, but you didn't pay attention to it. You didn't even care when they started insulting you, that was just stupid trash-talk. But you got fed up when they sabotaged your work or even destroyed your stuff. ALWAYS when none was watching. Always when Heimdall wasn't around. You had enough

You decide to confront them and ask what did you do. You were always nice and polite, never refused to help. Nothing changed after Heimdall became your boyfriend. So why? But things turned not the way you would like to. It all happend so fast

"You didn't earn this job! You didn't earn to be treated better! You just fucked that asshole meanwhile we are working hard to be not treated like trash... To fucking survive in this world"

And one of them striked you right in the face. Of cource you could defend yourself, but you didn't understand. You didn't wish to fight them. You fell on the ground. Pain was overcoming your senses, but you could feel your cheek throbs. Everything was blurry, every sound and every person in front of you. A lonely tear ran down your cheek mixing with the blood you didn't even notice

"You motherfuckers"

It was Heimdall. He saw and heard everything. One thing he couldn't understand is how low creatures like them even thought about hurting you. Mentally and physically. His lover, the dearest person in the Nine Realms, you. They made you bleed. It made him furious.

He was striking really fast and most likely very painful. They couldn't touch him nor dodge his attacks so it was safe to say that their lifes were doomed. He was going straight for the kills, it wasn't the first time and just as then none can stop him.

It was the first time you saw Heimdall like that. Full of anger, savage. Was that the true face of the Gods? His true face? You watched the person you love kill those people, one by one. You saw some blood. He swinged his sword and other was down. Someone tasted his godly shoes. They were hopeless like little children lost in the fog.

Were you afraid? Rather not, it was more of a big shock. You didn't want this to happen. A thought cross your mind that that's the price to pay for being close to All-Father and his family.

It ended fast.

You finally got up from the ground covered in mud. Your clothes were fit only to be thrown away, but it wasn't cause for concern. You looked up at Heimdall. He stood with his back turned to you. A single strand of hair fell over his sweaty bloody face. He was panting heavily, his hands clenched into fists and jaw tightened.

"I'm sorry..."

"You are not the one who should be sorry" he said more calmly than you expected.

Your eyes meets his. You wanted to tell him everything, but not a single word could escape your mouth so you just say eveything in mind. More tears appeared on your red cheek. You sobbed quietly.

And then Heimdall took a few steps forward. In a blink of an eye you were in his arms. He rested his chin on your head and you snuggled into his chest. His grip tightened. It was very comforting. You felt safe.

"You should tell me right away when it started. None will rise their hand at you, hear me? None" he said harshly, but he wasn't upset with you. He just wanted to protect you.

"Now let's go. We need a bath and you need a solid rest. Don't worry, you're safe now, sunshine"

Little smiled crawled on your face. You two indeed looked awful. But you weren't sure if bath and sleep would erase everything that happend. It was too much for one day.

#gow #gow ragnarok #god of war #god of war ragnarok #gow x reader #god of wa ragnarok x reader #gow ragnarok x reader #heimdall #heimdall x reader #gow heimdall #gow heimdall x reader

[milkybonya]

☆ treasure Hyunsuk~Jaehyuk as boyfriends ☆

requested by the lovely @achiresyou (i think you changed your @ , i hope this one is right!!)

#: fluff, gender neutral reader

find Asahi~Junghwan [here]

[💌: i'm so sorry i'm on slow mode or something T_T i'm falling very behind in college bwahh anyways i hope you enjoy! ♡ oh happy halloween! this is so not spooky-themed oops]

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆.。.:*・°☆

🦔 Hyunsuk 🦔

he definitely wants matching clothes with you, whatever you're comfy with. whether it's a full sweater, shoes, or just a minimal bracelet, he wants to carry a part of you on him always.

lets you pick his next hair colour, dye it for him, and even begs you to match your hair with him. pls do it just once or he won't shut up about it :(

so clingy... but in the cutest way. always physically holding onto you, whining and acting like a baby. loves being babied but also has his moments where he likes being the big spoon, protecting you and caring for you.

y'all will be the swaggiest, cutest couple i swear... ugh i'm already jealous of all the photos you'll take together.. so many people will be looking at you both just in awe whenever you walk around.. and if you don't like the stares don't worry! Hyunsuk is smol but he will protect you!!!

🐼 Jihoon 🐼

literally won't stop flirting with you even though you're his s/o and he has no need to get your attention anymore? but he'll still roll the sleeves of his t-shirt up, showing you his muscles and winking at you.

"this is all yours, baby. how does that make you feel?" he'll ask.

loves when you get flustered or shy; he's so smitten for that. it makes him smile so hard his eyes form little crescents.

he loves giving you kisses, really quick and random ones just to let you know he's there and he loves you.

he loves when you play with his hair >_< loves laying in your lap and being pampered by you :") he loves cuddling.. he just likes you by his side ! and also loves when you hype him up hehe

sometimes he'll go on little rants and just talks a lot and even if he doesn't show it, he appreciates it so much when you listen ♡

🐯 Yoshi 🐯

stop this baby is a shyyy lil boyfriend... gets flustered really easy but loves when you kiss him, hug him, compliment him...

works really hard to remember things like anniversaries, your favourite foods and songs. he doesn't ever expect you to do the same, but is super happy if you ever do!

likes taking you shopping at really unique places (Hyunsuk would probably do this too!) so you can help him decide on clothes to buy or even just stuff for his studio.

honestly y'all are the cute couple that do everything together and get really shy with skinship, but you love each other so much ^3^ Yoshi always finds himself talking about you to other people, and he always misses you. you'll get like ten texts a day from him telling you this hehe he loves you soo much ♡

🐨 Junkyu 🐨

so,, his aegyo might just drive you a little insane but it's okay you love him for it <3 why wouldn't you when he waddles around saying, "Junkyu loves y/n soooo much, even more than anything in the whole world!"

most of your dates are spent at home... gosh you're living my dream life <3

always so bright and happy, shows you the best of him so it's hard to tell when he's not okay and needs you :( but once you get closer, you both are able to be more vocal about your feelings and be there for each other ♡

Junkyu loves when you pay attention to his interests so he tries to do the same for you >_<

his live language is you ordering food for him, speaking on the phone for him when he has to,,, but if both of y'all are shy babies, you play rock paper scissors to decide ^3^

🐹 Mashiho 🐹

i miss him so much cooks for you all. the. time. he first did it when you were friends so he could steal your heart with his hot chef skills; now that you're dating, he does it because... he loves you <3

you always make sure to help him and he's super grateful, but even if you were just a baby he'd constantly take care of, he wouldn't mind. it's just his love language to clean up after you and make sure your environment is clean <3

sometimes his aegyo comes out and he'll sulk if you don't go along with it >_< pls play kindly with Mashiho !

listen... he's small but he hates being reminded of it so he'll definitely flex and try but fail to reach for things in high places.

you've told him so many times that you want to put him in your pocket that he printed out a pocket-sized photo of himself for you T_T

🦁 Jaehyuk 🦁

tons. of. kisses. morning kisses. night kisses. random kisses. i love you kisses. i'm proud of you kisses. i'm here for you kisses. i could go on and on about his soft plump lips pressing onto yours and all over your face and body and hands every! day!!!!!! like sometimes he'll even just leave his lips there.

loves to hold your hand @.@ loves interlacing his pretty fingers with yours and staring at the way your hands look in each other's <3

loves loves when you run your fingers through his hair, pat his head or just.. gosh he loves skinship. that and seeing you in his clothes !!!

loves to call you 'jagi',, he's the bf who will be so obsessed with you omg like when you talk he listens so intently, pulls you onto his lap and makes sure he knows youre heard.

yes omg he will just always make sure you know how much he loves you. you will never ever feel unloved ♡

#treasure imagines #treasure scenarios #hyunsuk imagines #hyunsuk scenarios #hyunsuk fluff #choi hyunsuk #treasure hyunsuk #jihoon imagines #jihoon scenarios #jihoon x reader #park jihoon imagines #treasure jihoon #yoshi imagines #yoshi scenarios #yoshi fluff #yoshinori imagines #yoshinori scenarios #treasure yoshi #kim junkyu #junkyu imagines #junkyu scenarios #junkyu fluff #junkyu x reader #mashiho imagines #mashiho scenarios #takata mashiho #treasure mashiho #treasure jaehyuk #jaehyuk imagines #jaehyuk scenarios

[patchwork-oil]

❧ "Blue Hour”

Chapter 1/?

Pairing: Karkat/Reader (Gender Neutral) Word count: 2,101 Warnings: strong language

Summary: You and your roommate Karkat have a somewhat typical Friday night.

Author’s Note: First x reader I'm posting! Kinda excited :3 dunno if I'll continue this but it was fun to make regardless. I know x readers don't tend to be in first person, but it's my favorite way to read them so :,) you're stuck with that.... The whole theme of my writing is that it's hugely self-indulgent. since like. the homestuck x reader tag is super dead askhjfd

   It’s blue hour isn’t it? I can hardly tell if there are clouds in the sky right now. Looking up between the buildings feels as though I might be about to fall into a deep, dark pool. The street below looks like it’s underwater, the lights from all buildings nearby look… tired? Like I’m looking back at the past through an old, sad movie.

  The front door jingles and opens. 

   Oh, Karkat’s home. What the hell was I doing just now?

   I could have sworn I was doing… something on my laptop. Oh, right. Just watching some YouTube. But, I paused it? To look at the clouds? I’m really out of it right now, I guess. 

   Unconsciously I shake the distraction out of my head. It hasn’t been that long since I got back from my job at the grocery store, I must have spaced out trying to relax to some videos. Whatever, there are much more important things to think about at a time like now. 

   “Karkaaat-” I announce once I open the door to the living room, drawing out his name as long as I could.

   “Fucking hell! What!” He grouched something about just getting back home, a single moment of peace would be nice. He hides his startled jump by trying to put his coat on the rack by the door. 

   “You said you’re cooking tonight,“ I accuse, “and I have never been more in the mood for chicken than I am in this moment right now.” I point a finger at him like I’m in a courtroom and my last name is Wright.

   Karkat makes a look like some sort of wince. “Uh huh. And I’m the unfortunate slob who has to do something about that.” It was almost phrased like a question. He exaggerates every move as he closes the door and steps inside. 

   “You are!” I nod “When you lost the chess match with John yesterday, you also made your roommate look like a loser, remember?”

   “Yes, I get it, I get it. You’re annoying and I have to pay for it.”

   “I’m just saying we both know John is going to ridicule me for even thinking about supporting you at the tournament so you should be the one who has to pay the medical bill for the… embarrassment. In the form of food. Tonight. As dinner…” He looks up at me from taking off his shoes, not amused and highly confused. “I’m losing my train of thought. You said you’d make dinner anyway! Why am I trying to convince you?”

   “I didn’t even say anything,” he chuckles, “that was 100% you.” 

   “I picked up chicken and broccoli from the store today!” As I walked past him to the fridge, I hit him on the arm. 

   “Fucker,” he spits.

   “And I’ll do the dishes like usual.” Placing the chicken on the counter, I reach for the broccoli-

   “Just sit your ass down! If I have to deal with your sniveling prongs making a mess all over the meal block, (Name), I swear to God we are not having a repeat of pasta night.” He starts to make big shooing gestures, ushering me out.

   “You really suffocate my creative spirit, KK,” I playfully sigh, knowing full well I shouldn’t be allowed in the kitchen with my track record of spilling anything that can be spilled. Sometimes even things that can’t be spilled. 

   “Last time I checked, we don’t need ‘creativity’ over an open flame.” 

   “You may be right.” I giggle. “Thanks for cooking though.” 

   He mumbles some affirmation and gets to work. My gaze lingers on his back for just a moment before going back to my room to grab my Switch. I’ll always feel guilty about not helping out but I know that even if I were more graceful in the kitchen, he prefers to have control over everything. I will, however, be within earshot if he needs an extra hand. Starting up something casual on the Switch, I plop down onto the couch. 

   Maybe there was something in those clouds today. I can’t stay focused on one thing for too long. I’ve abandoned the game, still holding it my hands while its quiet soundtrack plays. Every time Karkat uttered a curse over the food, I caught myself looking up, watching him for a while, then looking away. 

   We’d been roommates for ages now, since the last year of college. We quickly clicked, which was super fortunate for me. There was no way I wanted to live on my own after school, and as luck would have it, he wasn’t opposed to staying as roommates either. He, for the most part, enjoys cooking, I clean the dishes since he says he hates doing that, he doesn’t mind to remind me when I forget to do a chore around the house, and I’m not bothered by how he gets loud on calls with his friends. It’s such a ruminating day today…

   “Hello? Do you have slime in your hear ducts?”

   Eh? Ruminating over. 

   “Earth to (name).” 

   “I’m here! I’m awake,” I jostle suddenly.

   Karkat just started putting everything on the table—the nice one we worked together to buy so we had somewhere to play his tabletop games. Though, it also takes up the majority of the small apartment. 

   “Sure you are. You weren’t even looking at the game, you looked like you were undressing the meal vault with your mind.” 

   A surprised laugh escapes from me as I get off the couch. 

   “Food’s ready.” 

   “Yay! Thank you again, it smells really really good.” 

   “Mhm.”

   We squeeze into the chairs and dig in, it tastes just as good as it smells. I’m honestly pretty lucky Karkat is cool with cooking for me. We used to eat in our rooms, both because of the lack of a table but also because we both preferred eating alone. It’s likely we’re only eating here to get our money’s worth, but there’s still something satisfying about a warm homemade meal over a nice table. 

   “Kar?” 

   He only looks up in response, food’s probably keeping him from his usual yelling. 

   “I got a new game if you want to play with me tonight,” I swallow and continue, “since it’s Friday and whatever.”

   He sighs loudly once he’s done chewing. 

   “Cooking for you and entertaining your screen addiction? Seriously, (Last Name), have I been put on this planet, cursed by the twisted gods who hide their sorry asses among the stars where they know my mortal wrath can’t reach, to be the player 2 at your beck and call?” Despite his long-windedness, his voice is softer than usual, making me smile before I even process what he said–a good sign he’s totally up for a game. 

   I perk up, “It’s called Heave Ho, I’ve watched other people play it so I got it myself. I think you’ll really like it.” 

   “If it wasn’t Saturday tomorrow I wouldn’t even think about it.” 

   “Yay!” I kick him under the table and he kicks me back just as hard. “This is super fuckin’ good by the way, I’d eat this every night.”

   “I only followed a recipe, you don’t have to slobber all over my bulge about it.” 

   “Gross, in front of my chicken?” 

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   “Could you! Fucking! Hold on for one second! Do you think you’re capable of doing that?”

   “Hahah-I’m trying, I’m trying! I swear to god the button is unpressing its-hahaha-elf!”

   “It’s not ‘unpressing’ itself you’re CLEARLY letting go–just fucking–HOLD ME UP!”

   “I AM! What! Pfft bahaha-you don’t think I’m doing everything I can?”

   “You’re swinging in the wrong direction–(NAME) YOU–AGH-”

   A short “splat” noise follows and I erupt in laughter. Karkat throws his head backwards on the couch and groans sounds of anguish into his hands. I can’t help putting down my controller, my character dying as a result, and holding my sides to try and keep them from splitting. 

   “You thought I would like this game?! You thought, no–” he turns so he’s facing me on the couch, “(Name) you thought,” he grabs me by both arms, which I don’t really process because I’m still laughing “You thought there was some way in ever-loving Hell we could play this game without me bursting a fucking blood vessel and dying here in this room right now?!”

   “Sto-op!” I can only manage to squeal between gasps at air in my laughter. “I can’t–I can’t,”

   “Literally the most hopeless display at cooperative gameplay I’ve ever fucking seen and you make me play every damn game you buy.” He lets go of me and I fall backwards onto the arm of the couch, still giggling away. Distantly, I can hear him also laughing. It fills me with accomplishment, knowing I chose a game he would enjoy. I knew this game would be ragey, but it’s also primarily skill-based. As long as he knows I’m trying, which he can trust from how often we play together, he’ll have a good time.

   Finally I can manage one big gulp of air before I’m back in position. He was holding his head up with one hand, massaging the bridge of his nose, surely trying to hide the sharp-toothed grin he can’t shake. I knock my shoulder into his to snap him out, and after collecting himself he retaliates with enough strength to nearly push me off the couch. I rebound and get comfortable again, sitting cross-legged with one leg over his.

   “We. Just-“ I giggle “-need to regroup.”

   “Oh really? Oh really, is that all?”

“Stop it—I’m being so real Karkat I might piss if you make me laugh again don’t even test me. Pick up the controller, we can do this.”

   “No, we have to do this. We’re going to beat this level.”

   “YES! That’s the spirit.”

   We muse over our plan a little more. Deciding how exactly we should angle our characters to achieve the perfect toss—right into the goal. A couple more failed attempts go by calmly, “all part of the plan” I repeat like a mantra. 

   A calculated silence falls over the apartment. Blue hour is far from over and the windows we forgot to close display a full dark scene of a quiet cityscape. Some bright apartments far away are blinking sleepily.

   “FUCKING-“

   “No no no, focus-“

   Our characters swing, the game music hums idly, our characters stare blankly back at us. 

   We launch ourselves at the goal. 

   Everything is still.

   A successful note starts to ring.

   “YES HOLY SHIT!”

   “Oh my god!”

   We both start to pump the air with a wave accomplishment washing over us. Confetti in the game starts to fall and I turn to look at Karkat-

   -at the same time he turns to look at me. 

   Both our smiles drop to surprise and a beat goes by. I push myself off of him and he takes his hand off from my back—

   “I’m sorry, sorry, I didn’t realize I was so close-” I start.

   “No- you’re fine, I didn’t… Notice. I wasn’t paying attention, sorry.”

   We both nervously laugh. The soundtrack went quiet, briefly, before it automatically moved onto the next level with a funny sound effect. 

   What. 

   The FUCK–why was I–I had somehow managed to get myself half on top of Karkat while we played–and then when we looked at each other we were so close- and what the fuck he stared at me I think? How long did we look at each other? What the fuck was that? And his arm, I can’t-

   “Oh man! We left the blinds open, let me just close them really quick.” I stand up, speeding without really thinking about it, to the window. 

   “(Name)?” Nope. Ignoring that. 

   I prop myself up by two arms over the back of the couch, moving so rigidly it nearly hurts. 

   “We beat the level! That’s pretty cool! So. Maybe it’s about time y’know we call it a day. Right? Yeah.”

   He still doesn’t say anything while I start to pull the switch out of the dock and lock the joycons back in place. 

   “Um? Sorry, again, I’m just gonna go back to my room. So um! Goodnight!” I robot over to my door. 

   “What the- (Name)!”

   “Oh, and for the food! Thanks again!”

   And slam it shut by accident. I don’t hear anything from the other room for a moment, not for the minute or two I strained myself to listen. I let out the breath I didn’t know I was holding and slump against the door. 

   Ever so slowly, I ghost my hand over my mouth.

   Why am I freaking out so much?

Next Chapter

Author's Note: Yay! Hope you enjoyed :) I will mayyybe write a second part, bc this is definitely not finished haha. I dont know the best x reader tags! if you're willing to help me out id love to know :3

#homestuck x reader #karkat x reader #po writes #karkat vantas x reader

[kerubimcrepin]

Liveblog 10: Episode 6, part II AKA me & Kerubim Crepin gender studies??

I really do think that Kerubim is at his freest when he isn't performing being a macho-man.

He's generally calmer and happier as an old man, with pretty feminine hobbies and mannerisms. He was happier when he pretended to be a woman for Lou. He's awesome in these dancing shoes!

But his anxiety about being liked won't let him loosen up and live how he actually wants to live.

Rethinking the way he presents himself to the world could have fixed things with Lou a little, or at least made his life easier, but he really does need people to like him, and being a really masculine, courageous womanizing hero does wonders for that.

(Not to say he doesn't like being a womanizer, but a big part of his enjoyment is about the image it provides.)

(By the way, an interesting factoid: The guise of Lili The Hairdresser is the first time Kerubim starts wearing green, which seems to be his favorite color to this day.

But we'll talk more about how important that episode to Kerubim's character when we get there.)

I think that the main reason for his insecurities is a mix of being an orphan, Ecaflip's constant belittling of him, as well as being Atcham's brother and therefore knowing what not being cool, attractive, and liked does to people.

It is his worst nightmare, after all.

(READ THE WHEEL OF DESTINY #8 - KERUB CREPIN IMMEDIATELY.)

A part of why he almost loses this match is that he is fighting the ballet shoes, — due to being terrified of losing. He lets himself get worked up over Indie's remarks.

(I love you, Kerubim insecurity moments.)

The prospect of losing Lou always made him come out of his shell and be brave. From going full-ballet mode, to crossdressing. It's one of the ways their relationship was productive, and, dare I say, almost healthy.

To him, not fighting against the shoes also pointedly includes being feminine on purpose as a joke, which, as we've seen, is a crossing between something he's scared of (doing things perceived as lame/girly/cringe/weak) and something he uses as a shield (being a clown).

It's probably a step in the right direction for him, to someday beat The Cringe Inside him and become free.

Also allows him to stop giving a shit about whatever Indie thinks. Good for him, good for him.

I would joke about becoming a polycule fixing things, or them needing to explore each other's bodies, but I think it would actually make things even worse between everyone involved.

...Truly, he is a humble and gentle soul.

I think that, chronologically and logically speaking, this is when Lou first started taking him seriously, as well as his first ever kiss.

No wonder he's so nostalgic about it.

Anyway, I guess considering how bad Simone is at this, he really wasn't lying to Lou when he said he was good at dancing.

Good for him, good for him.

#ep6 #wakfu #dofus #krosmoz #ro liveblogs dofus #kerubim crepin

[riptunezune]

My hcs of Clovis x Child of Aphrodite Pt.2

*reminder: CoA (child of Aphrodite, any gender but in this case mostly female)

*** TRIGGER WARNING: mentions of SA on bullets 8-11***

Love languages: Clovis’s is acts of services (based off the impression I get from the series) and the CoA’s are words of affirmation and quality time. Both have a common love language of physical touch (Clovis gets anxious when it comes to physical touch because he’s not sure if he’s holding their hand or doing anything affectionate right except hugs and snuggling- he feels confident in that, CoA is nervous because they don’t want to make Clovis feel rushed or really uncomfortable. It took them 3 weeks to hold hands when they started dating).

Clovis did find a way to put CoA to sleep through kisses (foreheads mostly) but only does it to avoid arguments or certain topics which he rarely does

CoA can adjust their height be around Clovis’s height or a head taller than him depending on their mood/outfit (including shoes), imo I don’t think Clovis really cares but if someone does point it out that the COA is taller. He puts his hand on their hip and pulls them closer to him and goes “I know and they’re all mine!”

Clovis is always prepared and does miraculously know what to do to get them comfortable if they’re sick or have period cramps/body aches without needing to be asked~ sometimes what Clovis does is a lot better than what the CoA expects.

Both get along really well with each other’s family outside of camp (CoA is best friends with Clovis’s mom who does teach her how to tell how Clovis is feeling if he’s being a distant; CoA’s dad views Clovis as one of his and does occasionally help Clovis out if CoA is being a little toxic-I feel that their start of/parts of the relationship does get a little abusive/ one sided from an outsider’s pov but also both are dating someone that’s different from their personalities

They do get along with Clovis’ paternal half siblings at camp who have helped them learn more about Clovis in exchange for other favors involving their (Clovis’ siblings’) personal dating lives but also they just wanted Clovis to get into a relationship so they can easily bend some of the rules for their own relationship benefits without Clovis lecturing them the importance of privacy and boundaries esp when the Hypnos kids have full control of themselves in the dreamscape world as well as teaching them how to use their powers in the dreamscape world (Clovis may seem chill all the time, but when it comes to teaching his siblings about their powers, he’s a bit strict only because he really cares about them and doesn’t want them to get themselves into trouble)

Both Clovis and CoA took time to learn more about each other through each other’s mortal parent: CoA learned Clovis’s fav baked good and which foods triggers him to sleep~narcolepsy and Clovis learned their fav drink order, favorite authors, and their favorite materials to use when making their own bags~which many assume it was a customized purchase, not handmade (I like to think that before Clovis and CoA made it official, both their mortal parents shipped them after a traumatic experience-outside of camp (long story).

The reason why the CoA got interested in Clovis is because he saved them from an attempt SA attack from their “then” boyfriend who wouldn’t take no for an answer (Clovis had to fully body cover them). Clovis had a few bad bruises while CoA had a few scratches and this is where his fractures come in and hand feeding-this event occurred near the end of the school year to the start of summer, I also like to think this is where Clovis is a seasonal camper instead of full year round/if he is a year round, then this is one of the few weeks of each month that Clovis visits his mom and coincidentally ran into CoA being attacked.

They (CoA) felt extremely guilty and worried for Clovis , who told them it was no big deal and it’s not their fault. Clovis also secretly took vengeance for CoA, their “then” bf got punished in court (they appeared court looking really awful like weeks without sleep due some “gruesome nightmares”) and court gave CoA a restraining order against their ex.

CoA and Clovis started hanging around each other’s place before camp because Clovis needed a bit of help getting around with some upper extremity limitations and CoA needed to be reassured that Clovis was still okay and felt that helping Clovis out made them feel less guily and better plus they just felt really safe with Clovis after what happened (CoA’s dad is really grateful for Clovis’s actions and occasionally allows Clovis to sleep over on the couch since his presence does help CoA sleep better-sometimes CoA sneaks in hugs/snuggles just to help with the reoccurring nightmares of the trauma, and at camp sometimes Clovis and CoA meet in the dreamworld when CoA needs someone to talk to as well as helping them process the traumatic experience; post trauma after healing- they just wanted Clovis’ company).

Chiron was informed by both Clovis’ and CoA’s parents of what happened and made sure that CoA is well supported (even their maternal half siblings at camp were very supportive and shocked that Clovis was the one who saved her, but had a whole new level of respect for him). Clovis was more grateful that he could stay in his bed and sleep a bit longer, but still had to have someone from Apollo’s cabin to check his healing progress (Half the Apollo’s cabin weren’t surprise when they got together due to CoA pestering them multiple times to check if Clovis is okay).

When Clovis was in the infirmary for a couple of weeks before he was allowed to just heal at his own cabin, he always had the privacy curtains drawn before the CoA could feed him~which they hated with a burning passion but also decided to put up with it if it that’s what makes Clovis feel at ease (Clovis was mainly doing it thinking that he was doing the CoA a favor for their reputation but it actually made the CoA feel like they have to be keep their friendship a secret and feel that Clovis might be a little embarrass about them )

Before they got together, Clovis had the CoA really think about the relationship and if they really did like him or it was just his actions that they like (trauma bonding) and he told them that no matter what the decision, they make, he will always support them.

Clovis did manipulate the CoA’s dreams once to consider other people to date/encouraged the CoA to try to date other people in concerns that their feelings for him might’ve only been temporary but that backfired horribly- Clovis never did that again (he thought he was doing it in the best interests of CoA but instead the next day he got requests from Mitchell and half of the Aphrodite Cabin to fix it ~CoA refused to sleep for a few nights which ofc affected the other children of Aphrodite from getting good sleep)

*saw this from an ig post (link below if curious) and felt inspired to have CoA who likes to adjust their height to be taller than their normal height plus I just felt like it’s something Clovis and a CoA would wear

Link: https://www.instagram.com/p/C1HFmYpO38x/?igsh=ZXZlY3R1NXRzbmYw

Part 1

#clovis #clovis pjo #hypnos cabin #cabin 15 #aphrodite cabin #child of aphrodite #mitchell pjo #percy jackon and the olympians #my headcanons #fanfic ideas #chiron pjo #ClovisxChildofAphrodite #pjo fandom

[ciaossu-imagines]

Eric Surt Headcanons? Like any form? Also bc i am on mobile and cant read up on rules that well, do you do general hc or specific things?

I can definitely do these up for you, my lovely anon! Where you gave me complete freedom, I stuck to mostly general headcanons! But I do understand how hard it is to find the rules on mobile (and honestly, I need to update those anyway)! Thank you so much for thinking to ask.

It’s probably easier to say what I won’t do for headcanons, anyway, since I accept most requests. I won’t do canon character x canon character shipping, since I’m pretty much the antithesis to a shipper, but will write for canon character ships or polyships with canon characters and a reader/reader’s OC. And I’m always happy to accept canon character platonic headcanons or deep dive into the relationships and interactions between characters in a non-romantic sense. If headcanon requests are for smut, it’s a female reader because it’s what I feel comfortable writing, and I won’t publicly make my headcanons on character’s gender identities or sexual orientations known; and I don’t answer requests like ‘what would character think of a gay/transgender/non-binary partner’ because like, they’d adore them, just as they would any other type of person! And I don’t write yandere headcanons or headcanons where any character is abusing another or straight up toxic where it’s expected for me to treat it as okay or romantic. Other than that, please feel free to ask because I love seeing the ideas people come up with!

Moving on to the headcanons, I hope you’ll enjoy them!

So, carrying along with something I mentioned in my last batch of headcanons for Eric, he’s a lightweight when it comes to alcohol and gets drunk really quick. But he’s not a violent asshole of a drunk, like you might think he would be. Nope, drunk Eric will still be kind of irritable and he’ll definitely still insult people but overall, drunk Eric is a happier drunk than sober Eric. He gets really giggly too. Like, this boy will straight up insult someone and then straight up giggle over whatever insult he came up with because he’s suddenly grown a sense of humour and his sense of humour is that he’s fucking hilarious. He even just randomly giggles because something popped into his head that he finds really funny, and he thinks he said it out loud, but he didn’t and nobody quite understands why he’s laughing. It’s probably one of the few times people hear him full out laugh too, by the way.

Because of his light colouring, Eric blushes pretty easily and pretty noticeably and it embarrasses the fuck out of him. He hates it. When he blushes, it’s not just his cheeks either. His whole face gets really red and his neck and upper chest flush red too. It’s not just embarrassment that makes him blush either, since he gets really red if he over-exercises or gets really angry too.

Eric doesn’t like socks. He’ll only wear them if he absolutely has to and takes them off the moment he’s able to. He doesn’t even really like wearing shoes that much, to be honest, and enjoys walking around barefoot whenever he’s able to. Weird headcanons, but I feel his feet have a pretty big gap in between his big toe and the rest of his toes, which are all close together. Doesn’t affect him any, but his feet look kind of weird because of it.

Eric’s definitely the kind of guy who wears his pants more than once before washing them. He doesn’t do laundry often and probably even does this with his shirts. The only things he won’t re-wear and that he puts in the dirty laundry to be washed right away are his underwear and even then, there are times (mostly when he just doesn’t have a spare pair clean) that he might re-wear those too.

Eric has tried smoking, but it tasted disgusting to him, and he honestly doesn’t get how people smoke or enjoy cigarettes. He can’t even describe the taste, but it’s worse than food he’s been forced to eat out of the garbage in his past, so that is saying something major.

Eric calls himself a dog sometimes, but he doesn’t really like the animals. He doesn’t hate them or anything. He won’t push one away from him or be mean to one and he’s okay with sitting around while Kousuke feeds the strays dogs that he looks after. There are even certain dogs that he can be pretty cool with. It’s just that they’re definitely not his favourite animal and there are a good number of other animals he’d rather have as pets. I personally see him as having fish as a starter pet and really enjoying them. He gets along well with fish too but his dream pet, and the one that makes him happiest…He wants one of those mini, tea-cup pigs.

#k project #project k #k headcanons #eric solt #eric surt #also brief overview of rules??

[astra-galaxie]

"No. A fit of rage would have been me strangling his fat neck!" -Maaike Archer

Biographical information

Full Name: Maaike Archer

Gender: Female

Sexuality: Heterosexual

Status: Incarcerated

Age: 80 (season 3)

Birth: 1936

Race: Human

Nationality: Dutch

Origin: Amsterdam, Netherlands

Residence:

Los Angeles, California

Amsterdam, Netherlands (formerly)

Past profession(s): Flight Attendant

Family:

Jack Archer-Adams (grandson)

Milan Archer-Adams (son)

Giselle Archer-Adams (daughter-in-law)

Lance Archer (husband) (deceased)

Profile

Height: 5’3”

Age: 80 (season 3)

Weight: 129lbs

Eyes: brown

Blood: A+

Maaike Archer is an elderly woman who has become petite in her old age. Her short white hair is curly on the ends, and she has warm brown eyes. She wears comfortable black pants, a white blouse with long, flowing sleeves, a sky-blue vest with matching shoes and simple silver jewellery.

As per her suspect appearance in Call Me, Kill Me, it is known that Maaike knows electronics, has watched The Little Mermaid and has visited Galaxieland. In this suspect appearance, Maaike had a bruise on her neck.

Synopsis

Maaike was the killer in Call Me, Kill Me. She is also Jack's grandmother and the mother of Milan Archer-Adams.

She is a retired flight attendant who has always had a love for travelling the world and visiting other countries. She and Lance married young and later had Milan. Maaike always wanted a big family, but Lance put his foot down, claiming one kid was enough for him. But even if she didn’t have more kids, Maaike treasured Milan and was like a second mother to all his friends.

She was happy to be married to a man like Lance. While he could be cold and rough around the edges, he was a good detective and father. Or at least she thought he was… While she wouldn't find out about the full extent of his misdeeds until years later, it was hard to deal with his alcoholism and explosive outbursts.

But Maaike persevered even when she was convinced that she should divorce Lance. His drinking put a strain on their marriage, but Lance kept promising her that he would quit and that he could change. Maaike had her doubts, especially when he nearly drank himself to death and ended up in the hospital on the verge of liver failure. That was the shock Lance needed to finally quit his addiction, and Maaike was able to see a brighter, happier future ahead of them.

And that future entailed a trip to Niagara Falls, a place Maaike always wanted to visit. She had even managed to convince Milan and Giselle to join her and Lance on the trip. Her son and husband hadn’t gotten along since Milan was a teenager, but Maaike hoped they would be able to act civil on the trip at the very least. Everything seemed to be going well at first until one night when Maaike caught Milan trying to cover up a bruise beside his eye before dinner.

That night, Maaike learned the biggest secret her son and husband had been hiding for decades. Milan broke down and confessed to the abuse he endured from Lance when Maaike was away for work. Every hit, broken bone and time spent locked in a closet. He sobbed as he told her how Lance had hit him earlier that day just because Milan offered to try and fix his phone.

Maaike’s blood boiled as she comforted her son. But through her anger, she felt disappointment towards herself for not noticing the abuse her husband had been doing to their son. She couldn't believe that Milan had suffered in silence for so many years, but at least now she understood why he didn't want anything to do with his father.

And her anger was only heightened when she discovered what Lance truly thought about their grandson. It wasn't Jack’s fault that he had been conceived through such a horrible way, and that certainly was no reason for Lance to refuse to acknowledge the man as his grandson. To think all the times Lance had smiled and laughed with Jack while reminiscing about his days as a detective had been a lie. Lance hated the boy before he was even born, and Maaike refused to stay silent now that the truth had come to light.

Once Milan had cried himself to sleep, Maaike stormed down the hotel hallway to her and Lance’s room to confront her husband. But before she could enter, she overheard Lance talking to someone on his phone. While she usually wouldn’t listen in on his private conversations, she was long past caring about what he wanted. Listening to Lance’s side of the conversation, she learned about his plan to blackmail Jack into betraying his teammates to prove that Lance was useful and should be spared. She had no idea who Lance was planning to extort Jack too, but she wasn’t going to let Lance hurt her family anymore.

Maaike spent the night scheming how to take her husband out. She’d always been creative and planned to use her smarts to her advantage. Eventually, she decided to use the catalyst that led to her discovering Lance’s true self: his cell phone.

It was surprisingly easy for her to rig up an explosive battery but harder to swap the batteries in Lance’s phone. Just as she had made the switch, Lance walked in on her, yelling about how Maaike had been cheating on him. Maaike denied the accusations and tried to leave, but Lance grabbed her hard enough to leave a bruise on the side of her neck. The attack further fueled her desire to stop Lance from hurting anyone else, and once she managed to get Lance off of her, she escaped, leaving the explosive cell phone with him.

With the switch made, the only thing left was waiting until it was the perfect time to detonate the device. She chose to wait until Lance was alone at the 360 Restaurant before calling him, thus setting off the bomb without even needing to be in the same building as him. She felt terrible for the people who had to witness Lance’s murder, but her satisfaction of ridding the world of such a vile man overshadowed the guilt.

Even after being caught, Maaike didn’t regret what she had done. She may have failed to protect Milan when he was a child from his father’s abuse, but she wasn’t going to fail him and Jack anymore. Lance couldn’t hurt Milan, nor could he blackmail Jack into betraying the Bureau now that he was dead. She protected her family as a mother and grandmother should, and even if she must spend her remaining days behind bars, she will die happy. Her only hope is that she will be remembered with love from her family once her time on Earth is over, and she must move on to the afterlife.

Story Information

First appeared: Call Me, Kill Me

Trivia

Her quote was picked by Issy5316(Wattpad)/Lizardkiller(Ao3)

I made her Dutch because of an image I found on Jack’s Criminal Case Wiki page. It was a quiz question asking what language Jack was fluent in. And while I couldn't decide which one was the right answer, it did help me come up with Maaike’s nationality!

Back when she was a flight attendant, she would always bring Milan a souvenir from wherever she travelled to

While not a pilot, she inspired Jack to get his pilot license by telling him about her travels and how fun it is to fly across the sky

Jack, Milan, and Giselle send her letters, pictures and care packages while she’s in prison and also visit Maaike regularly. She may have killed someone, but they still love their grandmother, mother, and mother-in-law, respectively

Disclaimer: Character design was created using Rinmarugames Mega Anime Avatar Creator! I have only made minor edits to the design! Background courtesy of CriminalArtist5

Links to my stories:

The Case of the Criminal (Ao3/Wattpad) Killer Bay (Ao3/Wattpad) Where in the World are the Killers? (Ao3/Wattpad)

#criminal case #astra's ocs #my ocs #criminal case save the world #jack archer

[foggyfanfic]

One (very kind) person asked, so this is what I'm using as "character sheet" whenever I doodle them. 20's Bruno headcanons and stuff about Leandra under the cut.

Bruno

I love the headcanon that Bruno shrunk in the walls, it's so good for angst, so I like to think he started out about as tall as Pepa and Juli was the short triplet. Then he comes out of the walls and Juli has this guilty moment where she realizes she's not the shortest anymore and feels a split second of joy before the implications set in.

He doesn't get the ability to grow a full beard until he's almost forty, but he has a pretty easy to maintain goatee until then.

Once upon a time there was an effort to keep his hair trimmed and neat, but as he gets further into adulthood he stops bothering.

He's had three main ruanas in his life. One when he was a kid, a simple one when he was an adult that was only slightly too big, then when he accidentally ripped it beyond repair he got the one we see in the movie. He also has a church ruana and a boring ruana for when he wants to blend in.

Hates closed toe shoes and only wears them when his sisters ask him to (on runs, weddings, etc.)

The OCD is still under control in his twenties, but steadily gets out of hand in his thirties. This is the 1920's so nobody realizes his "quirks" are caused by a lack of serotonin, right? I assume everybody thinks they're a side effect of his visions.

Not that religious yet, but still has a healthy respect for the church.

This isn't specific to 20's Bruno, just my thoughts in general, and it might be me projecting, but Bruno seems very gender to me. I think he's one of those people where historians would be like "It's a different time and culture so we can't know how he'd identify" but he has had both a boyfriend and a girlfriend.

Leandra

You'll have to zoom in to see Leandra's freckles but they're there and cover her entire body.

She's meant to have the body type of a female boxer, she does a lot of manual labor so I figure she would be muscular but not in the same way as Luisa who we see actively working out. The problem with drawing that body type is if you put saaay an apron around your characters waist because you want to show she spends most her time working, it's going to make it look like she breasts very boobily. I've decided to lean into it after drawing this, but I try to keep in mind that she has broad shoulders and thick limbs when describing her.

She has double hips, no reason why, I just feel they're under represented.

Hair type is 3B. Base color is dark brown, but she has red undertones and is always out in the sun where they're extra visible.

Most of her clothes are handy-downs from Rosalie, whose parents are rich.

She is what I consider to be straight, but if she realized that bisexuality was an option, she would have experimented just to be sure.

I made her an orphan because in the beginning I was going to make her a reader insert, and I wanted to give her as blank slate of a background as possible. I kept it that way since I figure the first five years in Encanto were probably pretty rough. Her birth mother was the last person in her family to pass, and that was when Leandra was three (most people start forming long term memories at four so her Pa is all she knows).

#bruno x oc #bruno madrigal x oc #bruno madrigal x female oc #Love and Fury #Leandra 'Reina' Lopez #Bruno Madrigal fanart #bruno madrigal #bruno encanto

[inthegardensofourminds]

Rating Eurovision 2022 looks

It’s me again! I meant to do this around the time the contest was actually happening but then I didn’t have time, so deal with it. I have fun doing these. And it helps stave off the withdrawal.

I want your Grandma yum yum -Honestly this is such Eurovision chaos and I lowkey love it even if I also find the song a little annoying even if it’s also catchy -I just feel happy when I see them, this is the weirdness I like getting a taste of at Eurovision -My one critique is I think it would have been better if they all had the same shoes instead of two of the dancers wearing heels. I just prefer the sneakers 9/10

Moldova train boys -Traditional meets contemporary, we love to see it -I wasn’t sure about the hoodie and the hat at first, but you know what? Why not? -This is what Eurovision is about -The colours and patterns match the fun energy of the song perfectly -Nothing else to say 10/10

Chanel No. 10 -I’m probably about to get cancelled for my opinion on this -I like the matador theme and the sparkles and the mesh -But I would have liked it better if it were a regular body suit instead of a thong -There’s nothing wrong with her body, or the body of anyone who wants to rock this look -I just don’t like the thong aesthetic and it looks uncomfortable 7/10

Onesie spaceman -Yes, I know, technically it’s a JUMPSUIT -Fits the vibe of the song fairly well and I like that he went with something we haven’t seen before in the whole show this year -Glittery and space themed without being ugly and gaudy, which I appreciate -Still not my favourite, but not bad 7/10

The Champions -More traditional and contemporary, we love to see it -Not sure how I feel about the full-body suit/balaclava thing, even though I like the traditional patterns and it’s not like anything else this year -That pink bucket hat is so of the moment and while I wondered at times how he could see, it only reminded me of wishing other people let me be with my pink bucket hat as a child instead of telling me to flip the brim up to see my eyes, so I vibe with it -Also that guy with the big feathery costume looks very interesting even though I don’t know what he’s supposed to be. 10/10

Latvian Vegan Wiggles -As soon as I saw the purple guy and the yellow guy they reminded me of the Wiggles -They want us to eat our salad, which I can only assume includes fruit salad -I liked their energy and colourful looks even if there was a fair bit of chest on display, which isn’t my favourite 9.5/10

A ya ya -He’s so cute and I like his voice -This look fits the vibe of his Western-y song, which is an important aspect of a Eurovision outfit -But I thought it was kind of uninteresting compared to others in the contest this year 7/10

Let the waaaaaaater carry me away -I know I just said Stefan’s look was a little boring, but while Ochman’s is also somewhat traditional I still really liked it -The blue ribbons representing the water really fit well with the song even if it didn’t always show up super well in the lighting -Also, he’s classically trained, so this outfit carries a bit of his history along with it -Anytime someone does something different than a plain black and regular tie is a victory for more interesting developments in men’s suits 8/10

Disko Kids -ISTG the difficulty I had trying to find decent photos of these wonderful, wonderful suits -Retro, velvet, nice colours, gender neutral, what’s not to love? -These kids were done dirty by the voting they should have been in the final -Rocking these badass 70s suits 10/10

Systur says Trans Rights -I know my posts about fashion are kind of silly but I want to end on a serious moment and say that this is one of the most important Eurovision looks this year -I could have talked about how pretty these women looked onstage, because they did, but this is more important -One of them is the mother of a trans boy and the whole group has been promoting trans rights in their clothes throughout the contest, and I love that they were wearing these shirts and stuff during their interviews -I love that they carried a trans flag at the competition, too -Also, the same article about one of them having a trans son said one of the other sisters is a lesbian, so stop saying lesbian rights and trans rights are in conflict because they’re not -I hope lots of people will listen to them 10/10

#Eurovision #Eurovision 2022 #Systur #Ochman #Stefan #Subwoolfer #zdob şi zdub & advahov brothers #citi zēni #Citi Zeni #Zdob si Zdub #Sam Ryder #LPS

[psych---ologically-deranged]

2x09 bounty hunters!

SF, CH, KK, AB, JRr, & DH, that is a lot of people. Six. I won't be able to keep track.

"half pounder" lol

SF "also a fantastic gardener"

(nice car)

"I'm Lindsay Sloan. Not the actress, the network" -Dule Hill 1987 /j

Baby shawn has shawnvision!

Jamocha almond fudge??? THAT'S THAT BLUE ICE CREAM? I would have thought it was fake.

Lol hair

Calls him shawn?

andy "subtle" berman

Why are they talking about hot cream shaves in the psych office circa 1925, what is going on in this commentary, but I haven't seen that deleted scene. The "great north" called & asked NOT to do it in the barbershop as was initially scripted, they asked for it to be .. in the psych office. full face of cream, matching stubble levels, can it be just a gilette, shawn sleeping gus shaving himself, what abt a quatro those are new right, can they be eating shaved ices?

Main requirement for casting: good hair

JRr: We'll just get a women's large

costume shop: bounty hunter costume

Already in s2 they are deconstructing hand to head & they've already abandoned the big song & dance ritual from channeling the cat channeling gus

That's just egg whites on the flat top. Never trust a skinny chef Me: there is no such thing as a canadian accent, we (excluding east coasters who sound very gaelic) sound just like typical americans (by which I mean not east-coast new york, & not southern cowboy)

*jumps on the car*

First & last time they use greenscreen for the car.

DH: He took all my money KK: You take all my money. Tim too. CH: Who is the better poker player lou diamond phillips or W earl brown? DH: wearl Brown JRr: He's a talker, it's part of his game

tinkerbell shawnvision

SF: I worked a jungle cruise boat at disneyland for eight years

SF: Once again, continuing the theme Me: that Henry wears purple? SF: that Henry calls at the worst time possible

go stunt actors

So hard to swim with shoes on

Nah KK is right abt the clothes

It's fun when they are commenting on what's onscreen but it's also fun when they are completely off topic but it's also fun when they stop talking to just watch the show for a bit

KK: Whenever an andy berman episode comes in, chris henze always emails him a picture of edward scissorhands just to know what's in store for this episode

CH: It's fun!

FRIENDLY INDIANS WAS PLAYING IN THE BIKER BAR?

AB: By the way, not every man who looks like a man in this bar is a man, & not everyone who looks like a woman in this bar is a woman Me: Yeah they're a bunch of rock music loving bikers at a bar at who knows what time of day Me: ...Trans rights

"Pisces"

*chooses the thumb to the the first in counting from one to three* *my hoh ass knows basic asl*

First experience in upside-down harnesses (btw how is shawn's shirt still up) "How was it?" "I have a new appreciation for scenes shot upside-down" KK: I remember Andy called in & said John wanted to film this whole scene upside down before they turned over

DH: But it aligns the spine nice

KK: That's all real sweat by the way

KK: That vest we got from the costume shop. James, you WEAR that vest AB I think: That guy was a woman. (The one with the vest I think? In that case, congrats on the gender)

I feel like shawn, as someone with a bike, could be able to make himself blend in.

Gus: Like that couple from open water DH: *doesn't get the reference*

I would have LOVED that shot of the car going by without the car going by

There would also have been a shot of the cops coming to henry bc they found his boat

Another purple shirt

The camp song in the end credits is great. ily andy cohen. SF: We want to broadcast it AC: *horrified*

"I <3 coins"

& look at his hair

*actually ate the steak*

Tancana's actor had a band. "He's too good a singer for this role" DH: You don't need to be a good singer to be in a band. Just look at the friendly indians SF: That's fine dule, but season three episode one: "I'm in a polka dot dress? What?"

"I wasn't even TRYING to get involved

*after touching a dead body*

the wink

whose idea was the wedding march?

SF: Between James & Andy & I there is an obsession with hair on this show that is unrivalled

the bounty hunter walk

KK: I love it when they're like "They should totally kiss they should totally kiss!" & Steve has got this grin on his face like "I'm gonna get them close" & Andy Berman just makes it so hilarious

They're all commenting on the kiss & the chemitry & how well it played onscreen & I love it

AB: If you listen closer you could hear me laugh off camera

samee "hmm" as psy vs psy

"She likes me" "I'm frustrated"

ML learned how to do this

TIKIHAMA

Lalalalala & then the view!

#psych commentary 2x09

[algosnostos]

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《  robert sheehan. genderfluid, he/her. comet neowise- sleeping at last   》 oh my, there goes JUNIPER JONES. the 33 year old SELKIE is currently working at UNEMPLOYED. they’ve been in salem, ma for 1 WEEK. they are known around town as THE HUNTED. i have a feeling they AREN’T aware of what’s going on in town, and they are NEUTRAL. hopefully, because they are known to be AFFECTIONATE and INTUITIVE while also being WITHDRAWN and SELF DESTRUCTIVE, they will survive. i guess only time will tell.

&. origins and family

FULL NAME: Juniper Jones NICKNAME(S): June, it's all he was able to get out the first time someone asked her name before choking up, and it's close enough that it doesn't bother her. DATE OF BIRTH: January 9th, 1990 AGE: 33 GENDER + PRONOUNS: Genderfluid, he/her PLACE OF BIRTH: Roan Inish, Ireland PARENTS: Juniper's parents are as unknown to him as any of his past; selkies raise offspring in pods as opposed to family units anyways, so it's really not as uncommon or upsetting as it sounds. Generally speaking, a juvenile selkie would have any number of reliable adult figures to depend upon. SIBLINGS: None, June was the first and last pup her pod. RELATIONSHIP WITH FAMILY: None. They were all either killed or taken by the same poachers that captured Juniper, and the few he was taken alongside were quickly sold off to different buyers across the world. PETS: None. Not very partial to the idea of pets, either. Why can't you eat them?

&. physical

HEIGHT: 6′ BUILD: An absolute beanpole of a lad. Carries it well when healthy, more willowy and lean as opposed to frail. NATIONALITY: Irish ETHNICITY: Caucasian DISTINGUISHING FACIAL FEATURES: Big, eternally mournful eyes. Strong nose.   HAIR COLOR: Dark brown with lighter brown highlights due to spending so much time in the sun. USUAL HAIR STYLE: Never does much with it, just lets it be in its natural curly state. At the very most, he will tie it back in a pony, if it's an exceptionally hot day and the humidity gets to be too much. EYE COLOR: Green COMPLEXION: Not super pale, just due to the fact that she's been out in the sun for weeks on end at this point; like white people's version of golden. Clear skin, not much in the way of freckles or moles, just a few worry lines starting to crop up between his brows. DISABILITIES: Selective mutism due to trauma WHAT DO THEY CONSIDER THEIR BEST FEATURE: Juniper has quite literally never thought about himself in that way before. WORST THEY’VE EVER BEEN INJURED: Juniper has spent the vast majority of his life with any number of injuries, be it bruises, cuts, sprained joints, etc. But the worst injury would probably have to be from when he was about 20; one of the newer humans his captors had brought around had been having second thoughts, and tried to help Juniper escape. It was impulsive and poorly thought out, and ended with the human dead and June sporting a broken arm and a broken will.

&. appearance  

FAVORITE OUTFIT: Hates the feel of most clothes, truth be told. Will not suffer a pair of shoes or a close fitting shirt. Very fond of soft, flowy things- oversized button downs and cardigans, skirts, caftans (a very nice old lady human introduced him to caftans at the beach one day and changed his life). Absolutely adores crazy patterned, brightly colored things, after decades of only seeing the plain neutral colored clothing the humans who kept him wore.  GLASSES? CONTACTS?: Neither. PERSONAL HYGIENE: Clean, when encouraged. Still not sold on baths and showers when the ocean is RIGHT THERE. Sneaks tastes of shampoos and soaps that smell a little too nice. JEWELRY? TATTOOS? PIERCINGS?: Loves all of the above! Big fan of trinkets, likes to braid pretty much anything shiny and fun into her hair when bored. Currently has no piercings or tattoos but will have several of each later on. WHAT DOES THEIR VOICE SOUND LIKE?: Utterly wrecked, on the rare occasion June does speak. Rough and underused, but still with an almost musical quality, like an untuned instrument. ACCENT?: Thick Irish accent, makes it even harder to understand when she speaks. UNIQUE MANNERISMS/PHYSICAL HABITS: Nervous biter, will bite on anything- fingernails, pens, anything within biting distance. LEFT HANDED OR RIGHT?: Left handed DO THEY WORK OUT/EXERCISE?: Not really, and certainly not with any intention of seeking exercise. Loves long walks around town, and swims basically every second he can.

&. beliefs and intellect

KNOWN LANGUAGES: Gaelic, passable English, VERY basic sign ZODIAC: Capricorn GIFTS/TALENTS: Seal form (cannot transform without coat), Selkie's Call (a multipurpose gift, used both as a way to protect selkie pods, and to help of age selkies find potential mates during mating season. Mostly uncontrollable, but intensifies depending on hormones and stress levels. Basically just nudges safe, well intentioned people your way.) RELIGIOUS STANCE: None. PET PEEVES: Longwinded people, most humans in general, most technology, dry skin, all of the small animals on land that you are expressly NOT allowed to hunt and eat. OPTIMIST OR PESSIMIST: Pessimist  EXTROVERT OR INTROVERT: Introvert

&. intimacy and relationships

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: Single. SEXUAL ORIENTATION: Pansexual IDEAL MATE/QUALITIES THEY LOOK FOR IN MATE: Someone gentle, ultimately. Someone who isn't going to push and take and hurt. Also tall. EVER BEEN IN LOVE?: Not yet… WHAT’S THEIR LOVE LANGUAGE?: Physical touch. MOST IMPORTANT PERSON IN THEIR LIFE?: ... Pass...

&. vocation

LEVEL OF EDUCATION: Nothing beyond what little homeschooling he received as a child, and then only the very bare minimum needed to complete the tasks the humans demanded of him- Juniper can read enough to follow a recipe or a short list of tasks, same with math. Loves maps and is very skilled at reading and creating them. PROFESSION: None. PAST OCCUPATIONS: None. PASSIONS: learning about life on land, ships, the ocean, sewing WHICH IS MORE IMPORTANT – MONEY OR DOING SOMETHING THEY LOVE?: Doing something she loves.

&. secrets

PHOBIAS: Nets, guns, large crowds LIFE GOALS: To be left alone. GREATEST FEARS: someone stealing his coat again, captivity. MOST EMBARRASSING THING EVER TO HAPPEN TO THEM: The first time he tried to walk in shoes- looked like those videos of dogs wearing snow boots. SOMETHING THEY’VE NEVER TOLD ANYONE: It seems silly and childish now, but what got Juniper through the bulk of his captivity was the thought of his mate. Selkies don't have soulmates, or destined mates, or anything so magical as all that, but they do mate for life, and the idea of that, of finding someone who would be kind, and not leave, was enough to keep him hopeful.

&. preferences

HOBBIES: Long walks around town, swimming, amateur topography FAVORITE COLOR: Deep dark brown, like soil or treebark FAVORITE SMELL: Anything herbaceous FAVORITE FOOD: Not a fan of most human foods, but adores, for some reason, chicken pot pie. FAVORITE BOOK: The Velveteen Rabbit (Juniper discovers the library and it's daily children's reading circle, and he loiters in the back, soaking up every word. FAVORITE MOVIE: Never seen one. FAVORITE SONG: Praying by Kesha COFFEE OR TEA?: Neither, she will soon learn. FAVORITE TYPE OF WEATHER: Heavy rain, it's so wildly different above sea level and he's entranced by it. MOST PRIZED POSSESSION: The bright orange caftan the nice old lady human on the beach gave him, his first day in Salem. MOST USED WORD OR PHRASE?: "No."

&. background

Juniper was the first pup born to a small, newly formed pod of selkies, just off the shores of Roan Inish, in Ireland. For a small handful of years he was doted upon, and their pod flourished despite its size. Two of their female selkies were with child, and due that summer when tragedy struck. A large ship headed their way, unusual but not unheard of for the time of year. It wasn't unheard of for the humans to avoid a particularly rocky part of the area by cutting through their pod's nesting spot, especially during the heavy current season. What was unheard of, was the humans dropping anchor, and throwing heavy, weighted nets down directly over where Juniper and a few other selkies swam.

The selkies the first net had missed, the ones fully shifted along the edge of the water, were quick to respond, grabbing rarely used weapons and putting up a valiant effort. But they were a peaceful, isolated pod, and their only experience with combat was playfighting and hunting. They were no match for the humans' weapons, weirdly shaped and able to incapacitate without even making contact. In just a few short moments, it seemed, the water was red and held the tang of iron, and Juniper was almost glad to be hoisted out of it by the rough rope of the net. It was the last memory he would have of his homeland, that glimpse of limp bodies strewn along the edge of the cliffs like discarded toys before one of the captured adults turns him away to bury his face in their chest.

Memories of his first months, years even, with the humans are hazy at best. Juniper remembers waking up one time (night or day it was impossible to tell, they got no light below deck) and the others being gone, and never coming back. He remembers being forced to transform and relinquish his coat, and being put to work around the ship; too young to be sold off for any real kind of profit, or so they spat; as if he were a burden foisted upon them. Oddly enough, though, even once Juniper reached adulthood and prime selling age, the captain of the ship refused to get rid of him. Whether it was some twisted sort of affection for Juniper, or becoming accustomed to having him around to do all the dirty work, the man was loathe to just let the selkie go.

And maybe it was this odd affection that led to the captain, years later, after one very long night of drinking, deciding to show Juniper exactly where his coat was kept. Dragged him up above deck and to a box by the mast- plain, if not for the heavy chains surrounding it- fingers dug into layered bruises as the man regaled a confused and terrified Juniper with the tale of his first encounter with a selkie, and how he'd trapped and eventually lost her. He told his tale of seeking revenge and bitterness with all the gusto of a parent telling a child a fairytale, shaking brittle smiles from Juniper when he was too slow to react.

When the captain brought Juniper back down to his 'room' for the night, he failed to make certain that the lock latched fully before stumbling back up the stairs to his own accommodations. In the dead of the night and armed with only a pilfered dagger, Juniper crept carefully up the stairs and made his way to the room that made up the backdrop of several night terrors. Snores rattled the walls and nicely covered up the sounds of Juniper rifling through the captain's drawers. Luck was, for once, on his side as he pulled out a long, thin chain, from which a silver key dangled. The selkie silently stole away from the captain's room and down to the deck, where the locked box lay. With bated breath Juniper unlocked the chain, and carefully unwound it so it wouldn't clang together and wake anyone or alert those who kept watch. It was almost anticlimactic in the end, when he grasped the by now unfamiliar fur in his shaking hands and no one jolted awake, or shouted to alert the others. Juniper was going to be free.

So when he's got one leg over the edge of the ship and the captain suddenly bursts out of his room, bug eyed gaze spotting the opened box, and then flying to Juniper with a speed and accuracy a half asleep drunk should never possess, he has little choice but to act or be not only caught, but punished. The sound of the door slamming open has summoned the watch and he only has a few precious seconds left before they come with their guns. Instinct alone has him flinging his little dagger in the captain's direction; fate has that dagger piercing the man dead center in his throat. Juniper lets himself plummet from the side of the ship then, wrapped in his coat, the sounds of gurgling and shouting following him down.

&. habits

nail biting | throat clearing | lying | interrupting | chewing the ends of pens | smoking | swearing | knuckle cracking | thumb sucking | muttering under their breath | talking to themselves | nose picking | binge drinking | oversleeping | snacking between meals | skipping meals | picking at skin | impulse buying | talking with their mouth full | humming/singing to themselves | chewing gum | leg jiggling | foot tapping | hair twirling | whistling | eye rolling | licking lips | sniffing | squinting | rubbing hands together | jaw clenching | gesturing while talking | putting feet up on tables | tucking hair behind ears | chewing lips | crossing arms over chest | putting hands on hips | rubbing the back of their neck | being late | procrastinating | doodling | shredding paper | peeling off bottle labels | forgetfulness | running hands through hair | overreacting | teeth grinding | nostril flaring | slouching | pacing | drumming fingers | fist clenching | pinching bridge of nose | rubbing temples | rolling shoulders

#high tide came and brought you in;juniper #who you are;bios

[damnedparker]

at the end of the night

pairing: tasm (andrew garfield) peter parker x reader (gender neutral; no y/n) warnings: like 2 references to sex. entire premise is based on a reader that wears make-up summary: peter takes care of you when you're too tired to do so yourself.

pls enjoy this little blurb !

"Ugggggghhhhhh," you groaned for about the sixtieth time the past hour as Peter had carried you home with a piggyback ride. You were absolutely exhausted (and a little bit drunk) after having to socialize at a corporate party. Your only savior being the man who was now carefully laying you on your shared bed like you were made of porcelain.

If you were, the whine you let out next would've shattered your poor body.

"C'mon, a little longer and we can sleep," Peter pulled your shoes off for you, gently rolling you onto your back again. You pouted at him. He sighed. An exchange that was far too common between the two of you when someone was too tired to do the proper nightly routine. "Up."

You made a big show with every small movement you made, so tired and braindead that all you wanted to do was complain or hug your boyfriend. And he wouldn't let you do the latter until you were fully ready for bed. Stupid caring and sweet jerk boyfriend.

Peter had finally gotten you in pajamas, and was now attempting to convince you to wash your face, because he knew if you didn't, tomorrow morning you'd feel even worse and he also knew you often complained of breakouts on your skin if you missed an important part of your routine like that.

"But it's so much work," you huffed. Peter tilted his head in amusement. He should have been frustrated, but you were far too cute with your pout and the way the collar of his oversized I <3 SPIDER-MAN t-shirt was nearly hanging off one shoulder. "Peterrrrrrr."

"If I take off your makeup, will you at least just wash your face and brush your teeth?"

"I suppose," you hummed, now happy that you had to do less work. Peter snorted and pulled you along with him into the bathroom. He sat you on the counter, standing between your parted legs to begin wiping off the elaborate makeup you'd done for the party.

After a full minute of him barely brushing your eyelid with the wipe, you finally broke into a giggle. It was his turn to pout.

"Pete, you gotta go a little harder, or this isn't gonna work."

"Oh, I love when you talk dirty to me, baby," he looked at you pointedly before frowning. "I don't wanna hurt you."

"You won't, bug. Promise." You gave him a gentle, genuine smile of encouragement. This time, he went back to wiping at your eye, applying enough soft pressure to begin to remove the eyeliner and eyeshadow you had so carefully applied hours earlier.

"I don't know why you wear all this stuff so much. It takes so much time and it comes off so quickly," he mumbled. His tongue poked out in concentration as he wiped at your eyebrow. "Too much patience for such a small timeframe."

"It's fun," you shrugged. Peter was truly irreplaceable. Any other man would've gone the I like my partners all natural route. "It makes me feel good. It's kinda like self-care sometimes." He smiled at your answer, warmth tugging at his heart at the thought of you feeling comfortable in your own skin. He loved seeing you confident and happy. "Maybe you should try it sometime."

"Oh, only if you're the one putting it on me. I would probably look like a Hot Topic swallowed me and spit me out."

"I dunno, I think you could do the smudgy eyeliner thing. You could pull it off, too," you grinned at the image. Peter pretended like he couldn't feel the heat rising in his cheeks. He moved on to gently wiping away the lipstick on your mouth, having to apply a bit more pressure than before.

"This is never coming off," he muttered. "I like the other kind you wear better. The one that leaves kiss marks on me." Sometimes you wondered if Peter realized just how cute he was. You swore he did it on purpose just to be a little shit.

"Yeah, but then I have to keep re-applying."

"I think it's worth it. I like having your lips on my face all day." He pressed his own lips to yours when he was finally finished. You tasted like the lavender fragrance that was in the wipes, which wasn't pleasant, but the shy smile on your face was more than enough to drown out the bitterness.

"What about all night?" You tugged at the tie he was still wearing until his forehead bumped into yours. He just grinned. Maybe the rest of the nightly routine could wait.

#peter parker x you #ag peter parker x reader #peter parker x reader #tasm peter parker x you #tasm peter parker fluff #tasm peter parker x reader #andrew garfield peter parker x reader #andrew garfield!peter parker x reader #tasm!peter parker fluff #tasm!peter parker x reader #my fics #blurbs

[tendouluvr]

not telling them you’re pregnant [2] - f!reader

- little angst, hurt/comfort??, fluff

- characters: iwaizumi, atsumu, kageyama

- warnings: pregnancy, cravings, morning sickness aka throwing up, some cursing, mentions of sex, “mad” iwa makes out with your neck, atsumu pretends to faint and reader jokes about him dying :0

- wc: 1.4k, 1.3k, 1.7k (jfc thats a lot)

a/n: thank u guys for all the love on the first part <333 ily all and ty to the nonnie that requested tsumu and kags

f!reader cuz pregnancy but no specific prns/gendered terms used

[1. suna, sakusa, semi]

IWAIZUMI

#! you were planning on telling iwaizumi the big news that night

#! you missed your cycle this month, thinking it was probably just late so you didn’t care and waited for one more week to pass before worrying

#! it was almost two weeks now, your period tracker repeatedly sending you notifications to remind you to log your monthly cycle

#! but you had no cycle to log

#! thinking that you should go buy some tests, you did just that and came home to see them all turn positive

#! you were in the kitchen cooking a quick dinner when iwaizumi came home

#! he entered your home mumbling under his breath about some kid while putting up his jacket and shoes

#! “welcome home, haji!” you greeted him from the kitchen

#! “hey.” he briefly said back making you turn around to look at him

#! “you alright? what happened?” you tried starting a conversation in hopes of getting his mind off of whatever it is that seems to be bothering him

#! “some fucking kids came into the gym today, acting all obnoxious, trying to taunt me and the team because they wanted to impress some girls who probably didn’t even know them. would’ve knocked them out if it wasn’t against the fucking law.” he harshly explained his day while looking through the fridge for his protein drink

#! you tried not to laugh, turning around so he couldn’t see your face and tightening your lips together to contain yourself, but it was so funny you couldn’t help but imagine it

#! iwaizumi heard the giggles coming from you causing him to roll his eyes, “what’s funny?”

#! “nothing, should’ve just knocked them out, babe.”

#! “yea? sounds like you want to start visiting me in jail,” he makes his way over to back hug you while you continued cooking at the stove, “well then, i’ll keep that in mind next time some dinky teenager get in my face, baby.” he mumbles against your neck before giving you a quick kiss there

#! “hajjj, i’m cooking. go be horny elsewhere!” your upper half shuddered when he continued making out with your neck

#! “whatever you say, your highness.” deep chuckles come from him while he lets go of you to walk to the bedroom

#! “don’t call me that!” his laugh getting louder at your exclamation

#! later that night, you both laid in bed on your sides staring out of the window in front of you

#! “hey haj,” your voice a gentle whisper as to not wake him up if he had already fell asleep

#! “hmm?” he hums from behind you, rough, warm hands under your shirt rubbing itself on your bare stomach

#! “do you ever want kids?”

#! he was silent as he thought about what to say to you

#! “i don’t if they’re just gonna turn out like those dicks from today.” his answer wasn’t meant to be taken too seriously, he just hoped you didn’t interpret that as him saying he doesn’t want kids at all

#! “so if they don’t?”

#! “.......sure.”

#! you noticed his hesitation before he gave you an answer, trying to ignore it so your brain didn’t start analyzing too much

#! “hm, ok. goodnight, haji.”

#! “goodnight, i love you.”

#! “love you too.”

#! you told yourself that you were gonna reveal the news to him that night, but seeing that he was worked up over those kids and his slight hesitation when he answered you made you change your mind at the last minute

#! you laid awake thinking about what to do while iwaizumi peacefully slept not knowing his hand was caressing his future child

#! a few days have passed and you were still thinking about when to tell him

#! should you just say it? how would you say it? “hey, i’m pregnant.” no, that’s too blunt. “what if i told you i’m pregnant?” eh. “i’m preggo!” maybe.

#! you both never brought up the topic about having kids again ever since that night

#! but what you didn’t know was how occupied iwaizumi’s mind has been ever since you popped that question

#! he’s been imagining what it would be like to have a little him running around the house, maybe he’s a crybaby and dramatic like his uncle oikawa — who definitely would like to be the godfather, and he promises daily facetime calls everyday despite iwaizumi’s obvious displeasure — or perhaps he also finds entertainment in the godzilla franchise like his father

#! iwa thinks it would be neat to sometimes watch godzilla with someone else besides you, preferably his own kid

#! the night you asked him that question, it took him a while to answer because he couldn’t believe what he just heard. getting lost in his thoughts, he didn’t realize he forgot to answer you, giving you a quick, “sure.” once he came back to reality

#! you didn’t know this so you took his moment of silence as a sign of hesitation

#! the minor miscommunication causing you both to go into your own heads

#! you were currently looking in the full body mirror, observing the way your stomach looked and how much it’ll be changing soon to accommodate a living being inside you. your hands were moving around, curving itself against your stomach naturally when iwaizumi walked in on you

#! “babe, have you seen my hoodie? the black one, i think you were wearing it-,” his sentence cut off when he looked up from his phone

#! “what are you doing?” he asked seeing you pull your shirt back down

#! “looking at my stomach.”

#! “why? are you okay?” his voice softened at the second question wondering if you were feeling bad about yourself

#! “uh no, wait- yes, yea i’m okay. um, can i tell you something?”

#! before he could answer, you continued, “well, by tell i mean show. i have something to show you.”

#! “uh, yes? why are you so nervous?”

#! “ok, wait here.”

#! “babe-,” and you ran off leaving iwaizumi and the rest of his sentence in the room. a few seconds later, you came back holding something in your hand

#! “here.” grabbing his thick fingers to open his palm before stuffing the item into it. his eyebrows furrowed and he slowly unravels the piece of paper. you analyzed his face for any signs of anger or discontent while his eyes scanned the pictures from one corner to another

#! “w-what is..... you’re pregnant?” he whispered out, mind and body in shock as he stares at you wide-eyed

#! you nodded knowing that if you opened your mouth to talk you were probably going to cry. he falls onto the bed, sitting at the edge, then buries his head into his hands

#! “haji?” your voice lower than a whisper

#! he didn’t answer

#! but you saw it

#! you saw his shoulders starting to shake

#! “haj?” you tried again, this time lightly walking towards him

#! his cries became audible when he felt your smaller hands wrapping around his shoulders

#! “hey.. why are you crying?” you tried comforting him because it didn’t seem like his tears were going to stop any time soon

#! “shit, yn, fuck me.” he said through his cries

#! “oh?”

#! he rolled his eyes at your implying tone before grabbing you by the waist to lay his head on your chest. his breath staggered from crying, he was still crying just not as hard

#! one of your hand gently going through his hair while the other one rubs his back. the action soothing him enough to calm him down and eventually his tears stopped. “why didn’t you tell me?” his voice pouty and his sentence breaking between every other word

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids. i was scared.”

#! he raises his head so his chin is now resting on your chest, “why’d you think that?”

#! “you.. hesitated... when i asked you, remember?”

#! his eyes drifting to the side as he tries to think back on the last few days. you knew he remembered when his eyes slightly widened and his lips formed a small o, “i’m sorry, the question made me imagine things and i got lost in my train of thoughts that i forgot to answer you right away.”

#! “oh.”

#! “yea..”

#! “then, i’m sorry for assuming things and not telling you.”

#! “no, it’s not your fault.”

#! “it’s not yours either.”

#! “so.. truce?”

#! “idiot! why are we making a truce?!”

#! he giggles as he stuffs his face back into your chest but not before he bent down to give your stomach a loving kiss

ATSUMU

#! atsumu was huffing with his arms crossed across his chest, lip in a pout and eyes squinted as he focuses on the television in front of him

#! “stupid ‘samu and his stupid food. i don’t need it. if he doesn’t want to give me any, then i don’t need it. i can make my own food. stupid. stupid, stupid, stupid.” he childishly mumbled under his breath as his eyes squinted even more, shooting his glare directly at the television

#! “‘tsumu, can you come help me with this?” a voice called from the bedroom. your voice. his beautiful, lovely, awesome sweetheart

#! “c’ming.” he mumbles, slowly sliding off of the couch to trudge over to you

#! “hmm?” he hummed when he got to the entryway of your shared bedroom

#! “can you hold this up a bit, i need to get something in here.” you were in the walk-in closet organizing some things

#! he was happy to help, but you could tell from the way he was pouting and his eyebrows still furrowed that something was bothering him

#! you sighed, “what’s wrong?”

#! “nothin’.”

#! “‘tsumu....,” you gave him a knowing look

#! he was gonna have to tell you at some point, “‘samu, that food hogging pig!”

#! “oh, hey! don’t call him that! it’s mean.”

#! “dun care, his fault for not sharing. our mom taught us better than that.”

#! “you don’t share, get off his back.”

#! “i do!! why are ya siding with him?! i’m yer boyfriend! yer sweet, loving, ethereal boyfriend!”

#! you raised an eyebrow at the way he described himself, “y’sure ‘bout that?”

#! his mouth opens as if he was going to gasp but no sound came out, he just pretended to faint

#! “oh no, did you die?”

#! no answer

#! “about time, thought i was gonna have to endure it for a few more years.”

#! “hey!!” he bounced back up when he heard you say that ridiculously offensive comment

#! “fine, i’ll leave then. don’t come running back to me when ya miss yer oh so handsome future husband.”

#! you snorted before going back to organizing the closet, “hold this for me, please.”

#! he groaned from the back of his throat but went over to help you anyway

#! recently, the twins’ mom gave you guys some boxes of clothes she had put away for some time. not wanting to throw them away, she gave it to you guys and osamu to take whatever you could

#! while looking through the boxes, you dug up some baby clothes that belonged to atsumu

#! “oh my god.”

#! he swings his head over to look at you, “what? hey! that’s mine!”

#! “it’s so ugly.”

#! “i’m telling my mom you said that. she’s gonna hate you sooooo much.”

#! “‘tsum, she set you up.”

#! he faked a wail and then turned back around to ignore you

#! “y’think we can keep some?”

#! “what for?”

#! “i don’t know..what if we have kids later?”

#! “that sounds nice...but we might have twins. i don’t want that.”

#! “huh? you can’t control who and how many we get, ‘tsumu.”

#! “then, let’s not risk it!”

#! “so, you don’t want kids?”

#! “precisely, yah.”

#! you stared incredulously at him while he continued sorting through stuff like he didn’t just tell you he made up his mind on not wanting kids

#! you found out two days ago that you’re pregnant, not yet telling atsumu because you just couldn’t find the right time to sit him down and talk

#! you didn’t expect to find out now that he for sure didn’t want kids. you guys talked about it a few times throughout the years of being together, but he never gave a definite answer

#! it was usually just him teasing you, or he was running around the answer. you never pushed him to answer, you didn’t want to pressure him or anything of that sort

#! “good to know, i’ll keep that in mind.” you mumbled, distracting yourself with folding the clothes

#! atsumu gave you a hum to acknowledge your words. no one says anything after that

#! a few days passed and the topic wasn’t brought up again. you secretly stashed some of the baby clothes while cleaning, the baby was gonna come at some point whether atsumu wanted it or not

#! but what you didn’t know was that he kept a stash of the baby clothes as well. he cleared out a space in his sock drawers by stuffing everything to one side, placing a stack of clothes inside because deep down he knew that there was going to be a mini him one day

#! it was currently morning, you both having the day off so you slept in. your back was curved to mold against his well defined chest while you slept. atsumu was snoring but you learned to block it out over time (he claimed you snore as well, but was never successful on proving it)

#! your eyes shot open, feeling the familiar bile crawling up your throat threatening to come out without your permission

#! quickly throwing the arm that was wrapped around you off, you ran towards the connected bathroom

#! your disappearance making atsumu’s sleepy eyes blink open, “babe? it’s still early.” his rough morning voice whispering out because it wasn’t capable of being louder than that in the morning

#! he heard the gagging noises from the restroom, eyes shooting wide awake in concern. he trips over the comforter trying to get out of bed, hurriedly running to you

#! atsumu acted fast and was holding your hair back, warm palms rubbing circles on your back. he wasn’t sure what to say, choosing to stay silent until you were finished

#! you wiped your mouth with the back of your palm, gasping for air over the toilet seat, reaching out to hold the hand that was on your back, you whispered out an, “i’m pregnant.”

#! initially he didn’t hear you, but once he heard it in his head he gasped. “how long?”

#! “not sure, almost a month?” your voice rough from throwing up

#! atsumu was confused. eyes darting everywhere, not really sure where to exactly focus on. his mind was racing, trying to think of why he didn’t know anything for so long, “ya didn’t tell me?”

#! “how could i when you said you don’t want kids?”

#! “i’m...oh..sorry, i’m sorry, i didn’t mean for it to be taken too seriously. i only said that because of the thing with ‘samu so i thought ya could tell it was a joke.”

#! “no ‘tsumu, i couldn’t. i was already pregnant at that point and hearing you say that about having kids really affected me. i didn’t know how to tell you after you specifically said to not risk anything, how was i suppose to know it was meant to be a joke?” your voice still groggy and tears were building up in your eyes.

#! he lightly sighs then brings his hand up to cup your head, rubbing it to calm you down. “i’m so sorry, angel. i do want kids, specifically with ya. what i said was a bit dicky, but i was just being immature, i promise. i won’t joke about serious things like that again, i’m sorry.”

#! you sniffed and brought his hand up to kiss him on the palm, but he quickly yanked it away making you look up at him in shock. “ya just threw up.” he pointed to the toilet.

#! you laughed at that and quickly apologized, he carried you up so you both can stand up from the bathroom floor. atsumu gently washing your hands and around your mouth, then you swishing some water in your mouth to get rid of the throw up aftertaste

#! “wanna know a secret, babe?” he blurted out while helping you walk back to the bed

#! “what?”

#! “i kept some of the baby clothes.” a shy smile on his face as he winks at you from the side

KAGEYAMA

#! you’ve been feeling a bit sluggish lately, you weren’t sure why because it came out of nowhere

#! you decided to ignore it, but as time passes, you didn’t get any better and you even started to throw up

#! thinking back to the talk your mom gave you when you were 10, you went out to buy some pregnancy tests

#! the timeline made sense, the last time you both had sex was a few weeks ago

#! kageyama’s been caught up with practice, you were stressed, so naturally you both thought it was a good idea to let it out

#! but what you didn’t expect was having to buy pregnancy tests because there was a possibility you’re pregnant

#! granted there wasn’t any protection used and you stopped taking your pills a while ago because you guys just didn’t care anymore, so nevermind, you do see how you could be pregnant

#! but damn, one time. all it took was one time

#! shaking your head, you took your phone out to text kageyama

#! you’re not telling him over text, just letting him know you have something to tell him tonight so he can know to prepare for a talk

#! you: tobiii

#! you: i have something to tell you

#! you: tonight tho

#! you: after you come home

#! him: ok love

#! while waiting for him to come home, you lazed around and scrolled through social media for a bit. checking twitter, you were reading some tweets from kageyama’s fans, finding some funny, some adorable, and some just...weird

#! but one tweet you saw was from someone who had met kageyama at one of his previous games. the person was talking about their experience getting to meet him and they even wrote out a part of the conversation they had with kageyama

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: omfg i just met kageyama fucking tobiiosdfjdf

#! it was a thread so you clicked on it to continue reading

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he’s so sighs dreamily

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so fucking tall. i’m 5′3 and mans all the way up there 👆

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: OH OMH wait lemme type out one part of our convo omfg i think he has a partner?????? like an actual s/o guys not me

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok i asked him smtg along the lines of what he thought abt having so many fans who are children ykk bc i was thinking he knew i was implying that these kids look up to him and stuff

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: but this man.....is so...UNAWARE why is he like this but he said smtg like he doesnt understand how kids can be fans of him bc how can they understand professional volleyball like that and i was like ???mf didn’t u grow up playing vball

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: so i was like oh ok :D and then asked him abt his thoughts on his future kids following in his footsteps bc i was thinking his answer would be wholesome or some shit

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: he told me,,,,, i dont have kids and i dont want any... !!!! why does mr kagman not want kids w me :(( /j

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: ok so like all of this happened v quickly i was like in and out in 10 seconds lmao but WAIT after he said he doesnt want kids i saw him scrunching his face up

#! kageyama’s gf (real) @K4G3B10 tweeted: im not mind reader nor body language reader but idk he looked .. hrm sad?? FUCK IDK DONT TAKE M E SERIOUSLY IM DELUSIONAL

#! being an adult, you knew you shouldn’t be taking twitter threads of his teenage fans too seriously but you couldn’t help but reread the part where he said he didn’t want kids

#! did he actually say that or is this person rewording what he said? you now realized how you guys never really talked about having kids

#! sure, it was brought up once or twice but it was just because you were having baby fever. kageyama himself never directly told you he wanted kids or he was fine with having kids of his own

#! you sighed to yourself as you lock your phone, closing your eyes to take a nap until kageyama comes home

#! you felt yourself being shaken awake lightly, a familiar presence hovering over you on the couch made you open an eye

#! “tobio?”

#! “who else would it be?”

#! “i don’t know, a murderer?”

#! he scoffs at the slim chance of a someone breaking in to hurt you, but quickly turned his attention back to you when he remembered you wanted to talk

#! “so what’d you wanted to tell me?”

#! “oh, can you sit down?”

#! “o..kay?” he stiffly walked to sit beside you on the couch

#! “i’m uh,” think of something, “honestly, i forgot. yea, i forgot what i was gonna tell you. sorry.”

#! he raises one eyebrow to gaze at you curiously

#! “are you sure? it sounded important when you texted me.”

#! “mhm! yup, i forgot. sorry if i worried you, heh, are you hungry? there’s leftovers we can heat up.” you quickly tried to change the subject, getting up to walk to the kitchen

#! luckily your boyfriend didn’t question it further and got up to trail right behind you

#! you figured giving yourself some time before telling him after what you read was a good idea

#! are you aware that you were overthinking some tweet by a stranger on the app that is twitter? yes, you were. but you’re also human and overthinking is in human’s nature

#! it’s been three weeks and you still haven’t told kageyama the news. a part of you was ready to tell him, just let him know and you guys talk it out, what’s the worst that could happen

#! but the other part of you was scared. scared he actually didn’t want kids. scared he was going to leave you because going through with the pregnancy would drag him down. scared he would get mad at you for not being more careful when he was equally at fault

#! you know how kageyama gets when his emotions get complicated, he can’t deal with it so his one outlet is anger

#! he has no filter and says whatever comes to mind, all logical thinking leaving his brain

#! and that part of you is the stronger one

#! obviously you were going to tell him at some point, it’s not like you can literally hide the growing baby inside you

#! just not yet, not until you’re ready

#! you’re currently a little over a month, bump not really showing, but it’s there and it’s growing

#! kageyama can be a bit dim when it comes to.. most things beside volleyball, and usually you tease him about it but for once you thank whatever god is out there that he hasn’t noticed any big changes on your body yet

#! that was until you were showering, and he made the decision to enter the shower with you without your knowledge

#! humming to yourself while scrubbing your arms, you scooted back away from the water so it wouldn’t wash off the body wash you were trying to use

#! the action causing you to lightly hit kageyama’s chest making you jump from where you were standing

#! “tobio!” you screamed, turning around to throw the foamed body wash at him

#! he chuckles at your surprised expression and didn’t mind the soap you threw onto him, which was now sticking to his defined chest

#! “why were you just standing there, creep?”

#! he was still giggling when he answered you, “did i scare you this time?”

#! “what do you think?” you lightheartedly roll your eyes before going back to scrubbing your body

#! he picked the loofah out of your hand to continue for you

#! you both enjoyed the relaxing sound of running water and quiet echoed hums as he takes his time washing you when he suddenly stopped

#! opening your eyes, you looked up at him, “what’s wrong?”

#! he was just staring at you, blinking very slowly

#! “why do you look- your stomach feels- you look very-,” he sighs, “you look pregnant.”

#! now it was your turn to blink at him

#! you totally forgot that you were naked at the moment and he could easily see every inch of your body

#! blinking once more, you took a deep breath before telling him, “that’s ‘cuz i am.”

#! “y-you are?!” he jumped from his spot

#! “yea.. do you have a problem with that?”

#! “i...why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “do you have a problem with that?” you repeated

#! “n-no..so why didn’t you tell me?”

#! “you’re not mad?”

#! “why would i...?” his voice slightly turning high pitched as he dragged the i out

#! “i thought you didn’t want kids.”

#! “who told you that? when did i say that?”

#! “twitter.” you murmured under your breath

#! “what?”

#! “twitter..” you said a bit louder, still murmuring and choosing to turn away from him

#! “twitter?! why didn’t you just tell me, your real life boyfriend?”

#! “because!.... i was scared.”

#! “s-scared? baby, why?”

#! “i was scared you were going to leave. i don’t want you to leave. that night i told you i had something to tell you, that was when i found out. i backed out when you came home and i’m sorry. i should’ve just told you, i’m sorry, tobio-,” you were crying at this point, both of you standing under the water

#! “shh, shh, it’s okay. i’m sorry for not noticing earlier. you’re alright, babe. it’s okay. it’s okay to not feel ready, you don’t have to feel pressured to tell me anything, alright? whenever you’re ready, you tell me,” you meekly nodded as he pulls you into a hug, “whenever you’re ready..”

#! you both stood hugging each other’s bare body for a few minutes under the warm water

#! “that was probably the smartest thing you’ve ever said, tobi.” your voice sounding congested from the crying

#! “hey. mean.”

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