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Did find a nice surprise, adopted my great grandmother’s sewing machine. I finally flipped the table open and my jaw about hit the floor when I noticed the designs on the machine. Just gorgeous… The gremlin wanted to crawl in but I kept her out of it. I know they probably cleaned it pretty well but I don’t want some rando bug biting her. Goodness though, I noticed the designs on the arm before I did the body… maybe I can actually get a better look later when the gremlin is shut up so I don’t have to coerce her away from the machine. She’s been perching on the table like it’s the best thing ever… She’s also becoming more tolerant of my shenanigans.. was a bit grumpy when I had to purrito her to do her nails; she wiggled and sunk herself further into it, it was hysterical. Of course I think she’s getting comfy, I’d laid down on my belly to talk to Half while my phone charged and gremlin decides to walk on my back then tucks into my side and puts her paw on the back of my arm… we’re learning each other still but I’m not mad at the progress.
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what's phannie tiktok like taht is untouched ground for me
Mostly edits and some memes, but because of the way the tiktok algorithm works you get a lot of non-fans/ex-fans so this exchange happens under every video like ten times:
anonymousmule: wait so are they dating????? I thought they were straight??
phangirl68: lol yeah where have you been? they came out like 4 years ago
larryisfound: uHM.... THey are NOT together >:(( You creepers need to shuttup they may have been together in 2009 but they are bitter exes now
lonelylivelylibrary: whatever they are I want what they have it's so sweet <3
Then repeat that under every comment thread under every dnp video that gets more than 10k views
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The Day We Lost Our Paradise (Blixer’s Backstory)
(Well… it’s finally time
Here it is, Blixer’s backstory.
I have been DYING to talk about this for forever now, and today is the day!
This is the first part (other then Annhil’s, which will be one of the last despite it being the first timeline wise-) of how Paradise became anything but a Paradise, enjoy the angst!)
It was a bright sunny day, that Blixer was planning on spending in bed.
Too hot to move was his excuse.
… but unfortunately for the preteen someone pulled him out of bed, making him yelp as he fell to the floor with a clunk.
He glared looking to the culprit, his older brother Coalesce.
“You fucking suck.”
“Mhm, get your ass up mom made breakfast.”
He rolled his eyes, getting off the floor. “Yeah yeah get out-“ the eldest left Blixer to get ready, who put on his favorite baseball shirt and old tennis shoes.
He had better ones but he was attached to this pair deeply.
Mainly cause it was his friend’s first gift to him-
He slid down the railing grinning as his mother yelled at him not to do that.
“Sorryy-“ he said (he wasn’t sorry at all) jumping into the chair.
“Good morning sweetie.” A middle aged woman said running her fingers through his messy hair.
Her look was foggy, his memories falling to put together the patches of her face.
He swatted her away, thanking her for the food eating the sweet pancakes.
She smiled, going back to doing the dishes.
“What you going to do today Blix dear?”
“Going to the park with some friends. We’re gonna play some baseball.” He said chomping the last pancake quickly.
“Sounds fun, say hello to Nova for me!”
He gave a thumbs up quickly running out the door. Well least his brother had his back in making him get up to do things. He wasss gonna cancel but hey he was already up.
He walked through the streets waving to shapes as he passed by them. He looked to the park, taking a deep sniff of the smell of pine and freshly cut grass.
Call him weird, he doesn’t care.
He grinned seeing the others up ahead, waving to the 3.
Nova, his previous rival
Veela, the newest to their weird group
And
Nock, Veela’s boyfriend and his first real friend.
They all waved back, glad to see him as he hurried over
“Heya guys, we practicing for tryouts still?”
“No way in hell! It’s way too hot.” Nock inquired, which Blixer agreed to.
“Yeah honestly, have to agree.”
“We were all just gonna search for a lake to chill out in the woods! Sound good?” Asked Veela, holding a bag, most likely containing towels and sun lotion.
“Sounds great!” Blixer said excitedly, them all beginning to walk.
“Your hair’s messier then usual. Did you get caught in a hurricane?” Teased Nova, to which he rolled his eyes.
“No casanova, I didn’t.”
She snickered and smirked to the nickname. “What, jealous I have more of a men’s build than you?”
“Hah! Bitch you wish!”
The other two rolled their eyes at their bickering, as slowly they found a lake. “Perfect!” “… Mayybbe we should’ve gotten bathing suits-“ Nock acquired, to which Blixer slapped his back.
“Nonsense! We got towels and surely will be dried by the sun!”
Nock slapped him back playfully. “Ah fuck off still should’ve-“ Nova snickered at them, helping Veela set out the towel. The boys took off their shirts, Nova taking off her bandana careful placing it in the bag as Veela only put her legs in the water for now.
Blixer hated how every time Nova showed her arms he had trouble looking away.
She looked so pretty, and strong. He just told himself it was him admiring her muscles, she worked hard for them after all.
“Take a picture kitty, it’ll last longer.” He heard a tease, making his cheeks heat up lightly.
“S-Shuttup I wasn’t looking at you!”
She only smirked, though sparing him dropping it. The other three jumped into the water, Veela yelling at them as they all burst into laughter.
They hadn’t a clue how long they were out there for, all they knew was that their clothes were sticking to them uncomfortably and Veela was lightly sunburnt, somehow-
“Maaybbe if you put on enough sun lotion you would’ve been fine Vee.” She teased, putting on her bandana as the other girl huffed.
Nock snuggled against her, her smiling nuzzling his cheek.
Blixer made a fake gagging noise which got a laugh out of Nova.
“YOUR just jealous you don’t have such a wonderful lover by your side.” Nock said smugly, making Veela lightly blush. He only rolled his eyes in return, getting up
“Cmon we’re all dried, let’s get out of here.” They all agreed packing up the stuff and beginning to walk back to town, them all calm and happy.
“Think, in just 4 years you’ll be a King…” Nova said to Nock, who nodded quietly.
“It’s… a bit of a different thought than I’m used to thinking…” “Why? We all know you’ll be a great king!” Blixer cheerfully said, everyone agreeing to that, making the demon smile. “Aw, don’t get sappy on me now-“ They all laughed to that, seeing the tops of buildings in view.
They smiled, about to walk into the town…
Then Blixer smelled something
“… g… guys?-“
“N-No I, I smell it too-“ Nock agreed, the girls confused trying to smell what they were referring to. … then once they understood it they froze.
“N-No-“
“Is- is that-“
“Smoke.”
They ran quickly towards the town.
“No no no!”
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“No NO NO NO-“
Blixer said clutching his head
“StoprememberingStoprememberingStoprememberingStopremembering-“
He mumbled desperately over and over squeezing his head trying to squeeze the memories shut almost.
They only returned twice as strong.
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The town was on fire. Dead bodies littered the ground, almost all of them corrupteds with a few pures.
The kids all almost threw up, but instead ran in opposite directions to quickly go search for their families. Blixer tried desperately to ignore the sounds of gunshots and screams from around him, only running to his house.
He burst into it, not seeing fire thank god, and hurrying around.
“MOM! COALESCE!” He screamed loudly quickly searching around. The place was completely trashed, which just made him search quicker and harder. “JUST FUCKING ANSWER PLEASE!” He called out, more scared then he had ever been in his life “… B… li… x… er..?” He heard a soft female voice call out, him quickly going to it.
He froze though once he saw the sight.
His mother, had about 3 bullets through her chest, bleeding nonstop as blood trickled down her mouth.
“… M… Mo… m…? N-No I-“
She shushed him weakly, giving a bloody smile in return.
He collapsed, slowly walking on his knees to her, looking around.
“H-Hold on-“ he quickly grabbed bandages trying to tightly wrap her up,
“Sweetie… there’s no u-use…” She said weakly, softly touching his cheek.
Tears ran down his cheeks as he quickly shook his head
“N-No- your, your gonna be o-ok- I-I-“ she weakly hummed to him, hugging him
He sobbed endlessly, curling up into her.
“N… Not… your… fault, d-dear-
… l… love, y… ou…….”
He heard a deep exhale, and began to hyperventilate.
“N-N-N-No no no no- m-m-mom please g-god-“ he choked out shaking her trying to get her breathing again.
He must’ve tried for hours… before he realized it was hopeless.
He failed.
He failed his family… his mother had died cause he wasn’t fast enough to get here in time…
“I-I-I’m sorry… I… love-“ he burst into more sobs curling up to her
He must’ve laid there for hours, his tears like a waterfall, before turning into a weak trickle.
He didn’t even care as he heard the others hurry up, gasping in horror.
Their voices were so far away as he felt Nova’s strong arms wrap around him whispering things, most likely assurances.
He barely noticed as he buried his face into her chest, shaking and having trouble breathing.
He didn’t notice as he was picked up, brought away from the danger, and the bloody mess that used to be his mother.
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Blixer looked at the sword in his hands, tears streaming down his face.
Remembering everything, was like hell to him.
Something his mind never stopped it’s constant bloody reminders.
His ear ached, as if to remind him of what happened.
His friend Nock grew colder then he’d ever believed he’d see, as his crowning was never realized. He had to become king in a far off land, filled with horrors, and struggling to pick up the pieces of their town, and the few that remained.
Blixer searched endlessly for his older brother, and once he found him he honestly half wished he hadn’t…
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Blixer, holding his M4A1 in hand, stepped up to his old home, looking around.
His mother’s body was gone, till he found her buried in the back yard, in a crudely dug grave.
The place seemed to have been inhabited, making him angry.
Those pures took their land, then they take his home??
He would rip their land back as soon as he could.
He shook his head, heading to the two Treeangles staying in the shadows.
He wished to see them before he left once again.
He heard chanting and voices, peering to the hill.
He froze
A few corrupted were tied up, in front of a firing squad, as a Pure mage was chanting and using magic…..
On Corrupten’s tree.
He was frozen in horror, before looking down at the corrupteds, and noticing he recognized a few
… One making his blood run cold.
In front of him was his brother.
They were going to kill him.
“STOP!!” He screamed hurrying over, shooting his rifle.
A shield stopped the bullets going through, the Pures only smirking at the sign.
“Alright men! Take your aim!” The general yelled, as soldiers did so,
They were going to kill him right in front-
He hit the shield with everything he had in him, yelling slurs at them.
He looked at his brother, the tears in both of their eyes falling slowly to the ground, like time itself had stopped.
He saw his face go from one of fear, to a weak smile of contentment .
He saw his mouth form words, that he just barely caught.
‘L-o-v-e y-o-u
D-o-n-t e-v-e-r g-i-v-e u-p’
“COALESCE!!” Blixer screamed as the firing squad shot, them all falling to the ground, blood falling out of their heads.
Anger and grief covered his senses of morality and sanity, busting down the forcefield.
… he saw the man snap the tree from the ground, as half of the wonderful diverse colors of Paradise disappeared, the tree snapping into 3 triangles.
He saw them laugh, as he felt he could almost hear cries of sorrow and pain.
Honestly, he can’t say he remembers much after that.
Just, the sounds of bones snapping, and screams before they were cut off.
Then, the feel of three pieces floating in his hands, as they shrunk to fit, and him picking up his brother’s body, making a promise to come back for the others as his feet walked back to camp.
When he came to, he felt… empty
He heard the cries of horror, anger, betrayal, disbelief, grief… and hopelessness as he showed the bodies, and the Treeangle pieces.
Those, monsters had torn out the tree of ONE OF THEIR GODS out of the ground.
They had killed innocent corrupteds… for what?!
Some bullshit about them being “superior”, despite the fact that they also killed some of the pures that lived with the corrupteds in Paradise?
Despite the fact that before everyone was welcome…
After the news was given, and Nock began gathering up war plans, filled with anger and hatred, and Blixer slipped away, feeling broken, empty and gone.
He sat on his bed, in the makeshift village they had made in the woods far from Paradise, looking at the blood on his hands feeling bile rise in his throat.
He heard the door open, and the boots walking over to him.
“… I… are you alright Blixkitty?” He heard a familiar voice say to him softly.
Usually he’d blush to the nickname, and scold her, but he was only quiet.
“…” Nova walked over to him, sitting on the bed next to him. “Blixer, nothing I say will make it better, I know that. But no matter what, I will always be there for you, alright…?”
He teared up, nodding and crying burying against her.
The now 16 year old held his, friend, crying into her chest. She lightly hummed, wishing she could do more for him.
But all Blixer needed right now, was to be in her arms.
~~~~
Tears ran down Blixer’s face as he struggled to breath.
He missed her.
He missed the old him.
He missed THEM…
…. Veela and Nova was dead, and Nock was now a monster. He wasn’t the best friend he could tell anything to.
He wasn't the man that stood up for him or called him stupid jokingly helping him get to his feet.
… He let hate get the best of him.
‘You aren’t much better off.’ The voices said, him quietly agreeing, looking at the cloth in his hands.
“… I… I-I’m sorry, my love… one day, one d-day Paradise will be ours… then I’ll be ready to return to you.” He whispered quietly, letting tears stream down his face.
One day….
One day he’d advenge them all.
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(*Sips Blixer’s tears*
Well uh, darkness is clear-
I want to be clear, this is NOT his entire backstory.
This is the main parts, I kept some parts out to be discovered in one, the ask book, two some oneshots (there’s a oneshot telling on how his arti became cracked out) and three, other’s backstories as well.
Another thing I want to make clear, how Nock looks when he’s young is different from his adult self (more then most people-) so this isnt his canon look in LLN-
Anyway, I feel so good finally getting this done you have no idea-
Hope you all enjoyed!)
#violence tw#gore tw#war tw#guns tw#gunshot wound tw#suicide tw#(only referenced but better safe then sorry-)#death tw#ptsd tw#jsab’s#Blixer#angst#backstory
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A little elderly man that me and my mother take out for coffee each week handed me this today, he drew it himself
Apparently the shield is to represent me, as my first name means "honey bee" in Greek and the leaves are Holly for my middle name
Don't mind me but I'm in tears???
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Soldier Sweet [Master Chief x Reader]
A/N: It’s Halo-Day yall!!! or Halo-eve for some of us. Here’s another self-indulgent fic. I really like the concept of smol and tol, “someone’s gonna die” “of fun” dynamic between characters, so I wanted to do it for Chief and Reader.
Again, reminder, i know next to nothing about Halo-lore. I’m mostly picturing Silver!John
Part II
It could be a glitch in his training, a minute chemical imbalance in his system that was so subtle that Dr Halsey and her team of scientists was not aware of, but ever since John noticed you, he couldn’t stop noticing you.
It might be because in midst of stark white and dull grey, and military black and dark green, you were a shock of bright colours. Your hair has pink highlights that peek out when you shake your head too fast, the multitude of bracelets adorning your left wrist taught him there was such a thing as a rainbow. You wore necklaces and had multiple ear piercings that he knew was not regulation.
Or it might be because your smile comes as easy to you the way field-stripping a rifle does to him, like the motions were ingrained to you that you don’t even realize you were doing it. It could be that despite the odd and scathing looks most of the people around base gave you and your team, you never took much care in them, confident that your work with Dr Keyes on the Elite language could speak for itself.
Or maybe, just maybe, he…
John averted his gaze just a split second before you turned to face him.
xxxx
“Master Chief McHottie is checking you out, 6 o’clock.” Your friend, Breanna told you as she sidled up to your work bench. You look up from your tablet almost too quickly, going crossed-eyes from you long perusal of an article about an alien language that you took a second before turning your head around.
Several hallways away and through a series of windows, you caught the sight of the green helmet you’ve come to see more of lately. A small smile tugged on your lips without you noticing.
You remembered the first time you came face to face with the soldier.
You were running through the corridors, late to work on one of those rare days you didn’t realize your shift has been changed when you rammed into an almost-literal wall of titanium. You bounced off of that blocky armor when the person wearing wasn’t even moved an inch, groaning expletives as you rubbed your forehead.
“You really should watch where you’re going.” The modulated voice reached your ears and you could feel your face turning bright red as you looked up at the giant.
“I-“ You cleared your throat. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m just very late.” Scrambling up to your feet was a bad idea because damn, that armor was frickin hard. When you swayed and your legs wobbled, a large hand grasped your wrist to steady you, making you look up at the golden visor once more.
The Master Chief said nothing, he just took a moment to look at your left wrist, your bracelets bunching underneath his grip, before he turned his gaze to your face. It wasn’t until a minute later that he released your hand. “You don’t seem to have a concussion. But you do seemed malnourished.”
It took you a moment to realize he just scanned you. A laugh bubbled out of you. “Whoa there, tell me what you really think.”
Silence followed in the wake of your sarcasm and you shook your head slightly. You knew how stoic the Spartans are. A smile was still on your lips though, more amused than insulted.
“You’re kinda funny, Chief. Don’t let anyone tell you differently, yeah?”
It was such a weird encounter, but it was one that made you think about for days to come.
As you turn back to Breanna, you pretended to be annoyed. “How do you even know he’s hot? We’ve never seen his face.”
“Please, have you heard him speak?” She retorted, eyes glancing to the man over your shoulder now and then. “Guy with a voice like that is definitely hot. Besides, he’s built like brick shithouse.”
“God, Brea… shuttup please.”
Your friend laughed at you but despite being embarrassed, you couldn’t help but agree.
xxxx
It was by pure coincidence that he found the thing. The tiny thing glinted when a stray light fell on it and his HUD caught it.
When he picked it up, he realized that the object was vaguely familiar. It was silver and pentagonal in colour and shape, with little diamonds adorning a side. It took him quite some time to recognize that he had seen it and a couple of others of different designs adorning the shell your ears.
Grasping it in his hand, mindful of his enhanced strength not to crush the dainty jewellery, John made his way to your lab.
xxxx
When Breanna, Breanna who was on the debate team in college, who talks even in her sleep, trailed off in the middle of her enthusiastic explanation about complexities of the phonetics and syntax of the Arabic language, you knew something was off.
Straightening from your desk, you turned to the general direction of her stare. There, at the door of your lab, stood the ever intimidating Master Chief. His helmet gave nothing away, but you just knew he was looking at you.
“Hello there.” You weaved through the many desks to get to him. “What brings you here?”
The Master Chief was silent for a beat, before he replied.
“I found this.” He extended his hand and you automatically held yours underneath it. That’s when he dropped something small in it. “I think it’s yours.”
You touched your earlobes the moment you realized what it was. “Oh! I didn’t even notice it fell out.” You exclaimed when you find one of the three piercings you have was missing it’s adornment. You knew you were beaming up at him, grateful and kind of suprised that he would take the time and effort to bring it back to you.
“I really like this one but it’s gotten a bit loose.” You told him, just to keep him there with you a little bit longer. “Thank you for bringing it back to me, Chief.”
“John.”
“Hm?”
“My name… it’s John.”
You had to smother your surprise at that but you couldn’t do the same to your grin. “Would you like me to call you John?”
“…Affirmative.”
“Okay, then, thank you… John.”
With a sharp nod of his helmet, he turned and left the way he came. You stood there watching until he disappeared around the corner, stunned. Then you turned to your friend.
She was smirking.
“Shut up.” You warned, but your smile was still intact.
FIN
#halo#halo paramount#halo tv series#master chief#john 117#pablo schreiber#master chief imagines#master chief x reader#pablo schreiber imagines#pablo schreiber x reader#john 117 imagines#john 117 x reader#fluffffffff aboundss#mav's posts
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“Nicknames”
Masterlist
Anime: Haikyuu!!
Character(s): Suguru Daishou, Kuroo Tetsurou, Toru Oikawa, Yuuji Terushima, Bokuto Kotarou, Atsumu Miya, Tsukishima Kei
Pronouns used: he/him
Time set point: high school/ main Haikyuu set point.
Warnings?: nicknames/pet names
A/n:JEEZ THIS IS LONG FOR HCS
⚠️FEMALE ALIGNED= DNI OR YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.⚠️
Suguru Daishou
Ah yes, my wonderful douchebag
His probably most used nickname for you is “My love”
He’s a hopeless romantic, what can I say.
He loves taking you out to fancy dinners- ah I’m getting sidetracked
Snake boy just wants you to know his love for you, not wanting his possessiveness and jealousy to block his love for you
He just loves you so so much, he can’t express it enough.
Also likes calling you Bubs
First time he randomly called you that, he saw the slight tint of blush on your cheeks and how your eyes glowed a little more
He thought it was absolutely adorable, he uses it regularly, sometimes not realizing he uses it instead of your name
Because I hc him to be really possessive and tends to easily get jealous, he probably calls you “my baby” or “mine” a lot
He likes to assert dominance
Like how when your hanging out with per say his enemies, Kuroo and Kenma, he’ll constantly refer to you as his boy, or his baby.
He’s just making sure rooster head and gamer boy don’t side eye you
It’s honestly cute how someone seemingly so down and grounded, can so easily act silly just because he is jealous
“Baby, they’re only my friends, nothing else.”
“I do not care, I don’t trust that shitty cat Tetsurou. Neither the other one. He’s sneaky.”
“You’re like a toddler.”
NOW NICKNAMES HE GETS CALLED-
He’s an idiot, a loveable one, but still an idiot
“Dumbass where did you hide my damn socks?!” “You snake bastard, get back here!” “Sorry Kenma, my absolute idiotic boyfriend kept trying to make out with me while I was in game.”
Ah you still love him tho<3
You mainly call him “baby” or “my big baby”
Like when he is back from a stressful day, he plops on your stomach so you can play with is hair
“Another stressful day my baby?”
Vry sweet, adorable, and wholesome relationship <3
Kuroo Tetsurou
Oh god
This absolute fucking tease.
“Hey kitten, you made coffee? So sweet”
It’s so subtle your like
“?????”
He knows what he’s doing, knowing how to tease like the bastard he is
Doesn’t matter if ur taller or shorter than him, he’s going to call you some sort of short nickname just so he can feel better about his tall stature
“Hey short stuff” “shortie, wanna finish the movie tonight?”
He’s annoying but wholesome<3
I also hc him to be jealous aswell
He’ll just randomly lay down, wrapping his arms around your stomach
“Mine mine mine mine mine mine.”
It makes you feel special, that a guy like him would act like this for you
You playing online with Kenma? Kenma will occasionally hear Kuroo whining, calling you any nickname he can think of to get you to go cuddle with him
“Tell Kuro I said to shuttup. He’s annoying.”
“Oh…hey baby?”
“Yeaaahhh??”
He was hoping that Kenma said something about you being on your computer with him longer than you should
You don’t even glance at him, continuing your Minecraft adventure with Kenma
“Kenma said to tell you you’re annoying and you needa shuttup”
Kuroo got really snappy
“Well tell that know-at-all that you’re my boyfriend that needs to spend time with me.”
Let’s just say he and Kenma went at it for well over 30 minutes before Kuroo got heated enough to unplug your pc monitor and drag you off to bed
“I swear to god you’re such an idiot sometimes rooster head.”
Ah yes, you use those kinds of nicknames when he gets on your nerves
“You fucking sneaky bastard! Give me back my headphones!” “Get your rooster head lookin’ ass up before I pull you off the damn bed.”
Honestly though, it’s amusing to him to see you use childish nicknames when you’re upset
You have a lot of nice ones though
“Aw honey you made dinner” “Baby look, they have a cat figurine that looks like you!”
Since you gives you short nicknames, you return the favor to help his ego
“Hey beanstalk.” “Mr.Giraffe please move so I can wash my hands aswell.”
He loves that you play on with his jokes, making him love you even more
Toru Oikawa
Oh
Oh god
“Hey cutie, working on school work? Lemme help.” “What’re you up to my precious boy?” “My cute love of my life is so perfect.”
He’s…yeah.
Likes to remind you how he feels about you, how he sees you
He thinks you’re nothing but amazing, attractive, and importantly, flawless with having flaws. Imperfectly perfect
He actually says that quite often
“My imperfectly perfect boy is so much better than what those people say.”
He’s very poetic
And romantic
And cheesy
Talks about you alot to his friends, rarely uses your name though. Only because when he hears someone else saying your name he gets curious
What if they’re saying something bad about you? About y’all together? He’s very paranoid.
Nicknames really actually set him at ease
“My sweet little boyfriend packed by bento today with a cute note! Ah I love him so much!”
“We know.” Iwaizumi, Makki, and Mattsun said in unison. All with straight gay faces
But don’t think he doesn’t like nicknames
At anything, they make him feel special. That he’s able to have someone call him something that only they can
He takes relationships very seriously, only because he is a hard working man
“Good morning sweetheart” “ah dumbass cmere and kiss me” “you’re so perfect, you dummy”
And his favorite one
“Hey ‘Kawa, long practice?”
He just finds it so so cute.
To be able to get a cute nickname from someone he sees as the cutest means everything to him
Yuuji Terushima
First thing off the bat, he’s a love struck idiot.
He uses “baby” or “my baby/baby boy” a lot.
Also calls you puppy sometimes, just because you’re so cute and you’re still about to be with him after so long. Like a lost puppy
A lot of people see him as just a fuckboy, honestly he just needed to find the right person to ground him
“Hey fuckboy, grab me a drink from the fridge please? In return I’ll give you kisses”
Yeah, you tease him about it
He gets all pouty, but always perks up because you always offer kisses
He’s also another very possessive person
He’s hot, your hot, nobody should be able to get in the way of you two. Not on his watch.
He shows up late to lunch and sees one of your friends staring at you a little too long
He casually sits right next to you, wrapping an arm around you and smirking
“How is my baby doing? Sorry I was late, bad traffic.”
Makes it a point to show you belong to him, he belongs to you
“How was the food, my cute boy?”
You don’t realize what he’s doing until it’s far later in the day, you two alone probably watching some sort of show
“Hey wait you were specifically calling me yours and shit at lunch today!”
He could only laugh, finding it cute you were that oblivious for so long
“Yes I was, had to make sure that friend of yours knew who was your man.”
“Dummy he helped me get the courage to date you!”
A big ‘oh’ moment for him
You two tease a lot with nicknames, you mainly
Especially because he gets all pouty when upset
“Stinky don’t get all puffy cheeked at me or else I won’t kiss you for a week.”
You two give childish nicknames to each other
He also has a few sweet wholesome ones that make your heart flutter
“Hey munchkin, breakfast is ready.” “Sweetheart, it started raining again. Wanna go out and dance in it?” “Ah my prince is all sick from the rain, don’t worry I’ll help you.”
(If you’re a trans guy, he knows it’s rlly affirming when he calls you his prince or his boy :’]
Ahh that side of him <333333
So pure and wholesome, nice and caring
Bokuto Kotarou
“Baby baby baby baby baby!!”
He usually uses baby, just because he’s used to it and he doesn’t like to spend to much time thinking about things like that
He has stuff that needs to get done, not thinking to himself what to call you
He just does it randomly
Like will literally call you something new without hesitation and no reaction, like he always called you that
He has a personal favorite he calls you though
“Love bug! You came to watch my game!!”
It such a sweet and wholesome nickname, of course he calls you that :’>
He likes to cuddle you, hold you close in his strong arms and mutter random thoughts of nicknames
“My lil soda pop”
“Wtf Ko-“
He just was staring off into space, probably not realizing what he said.
At the point, you’re probably the only thing that helps him out of his emo mode
Just hug him, or let him hug you
“Don’t get upset on me, my big teddy bear”
He absolutely LOVES to be called that
“My big teddy bear, come lay down with me. It’s Saturday, no practice or anything.” “Hey big teddy bear! Lemme get on your shoulders so I can put the star on the top of the tree!”
It makes his heart all fuzzy and gives him butterflies
He also gets doubtful of himself a lot, and needs constant reassurance that you’re not a dream that’s gonna just fade away
He’s very naive and sometimes wonders if you’re not real, you’re playing him and will end up making him a ruined man
“Please tell me your mine, and this isn’t a dream baby..”
You just grab his face, staring straight into his watery eyes
“I’m yours Ko, only yours. I’m your boy, no one elses.”
He only nodded, pulling you close
Softly muttering out a few “my boy, only mine..”
He likes to constantly say your his, makes him feel proud of himself
He’s a sweet boy<33
Atsumu Miya
“YOU FUCKING FAKE BLONDE GET YOUR ASS BACK HERE”
“BABY CALM DOWN AHAH”
He gets the more, worse nicknames.
Just because he’s an idiot and gets bored easily
He finds amusement in stealing your shit, making you irritated and chasing after him while spitting out bad nicknames for him
Still makes you kiss him so you can get ur stuff back<3
“Cmon baby boy, kiss me and I’ll give you the laptop~”
“You’re such a pain in my ass yknow that.”
He talks about you a lot.
“Cant believe he’s mine. Only mine, my baby. No one elses.”
Osamu is so close to becoming brotherless
“My little-“ “oh for fucks sake shuttup ‘Sumu! We get y/n’s hot, but shuttup!”
“WHAT DID YA’ SAY ABOUT MY BOYFRIEND???”
He’s very protective of you
Not because he thinks you’re incapable of defending yourself
But because he knows that you can attract people, you’re very good looking
“Ya’ real damn lucky ya’ got ‘em first.”
Everyone on the team agreed, leaving Atsumu just staring with a twitching eye
“Well he’s my damn boyfriend so fuck off. Mine, not yers ‘Samu! And not any of yalls!”
The team still talks about you though, just to make him mad <3
“Oh cmere you big baby, they’re just messing with your dumb brain.”
He only mumbles, cuddling closer
“You’re brother and the team know how to get under your skin. Just remember I’m with you for a reason, that reason is because you’re an idiot. And idiot I love.”
“I love you a lot darlin’. “
He uses more “romantic” nicknames when more serious or absolutely infatuated with you in the moment
“Love, never let the snow stop falling…never let us stop dancin’ together.” “Dear, are you sick? I bet it was you hanging around all those people at the game.”
He has different nicknames for different moods, so it’s actually very easy to read him not only because of his body language, but because of nicknames
Tsukishima Kei
Salty teasing ass bastard
“Little one, cant reach the top of the shelf?”
“What?! YOU CANT EITHER IDIOT”
Same instance with Kuroo. Doesn’t mater if you’re taller or shorter, he’s still gonna be like this
“Hey Mr.Dino, ready to go the museum?”
He literally named a plushie you got him Mr.Dino because it remind him of you<3
When you figured out oh god did he just not look at you
Way too embarrassed to give up his pride
“Big brain, cmere and help me with homework please. I’ll get you some cake for desert tonight”
You give him nicknames that shows he’s smart, and a smartass
“Nerd what’s the name of the one dinosaur that looks like..”
He calls you nerd too though
If you two are in public or hanging with friends, they’ll all be confused because you two keep calling each other a nerd
“This is such an easy question babe, is it really that hard for you?”
Calls you babe when he’s being a snarky teasing smartass
He thinks he knows everything
“Blondie, help me plate dinner please”
“Sure thing loser”
Very playful nicknames, which both make you feel more at home and comfortable with the other
Just like Bokuto, Kei is very doubtful
He just still grasp that someone was actually able to love someone like him, an arrogant smartass
He’ll hold you up to his chest and torso, as he leaning forward and caging you in his limbs
“Kei what’s-“
“Please, just…let me hold you baby..”
He uses more soft causal nicknames when it’s not an intense moment
When he’s feeling insecure and he needs you he calls you “baby” or usually “my boy”
“Still cant believe that you’re actually mine. My wonderful boy. I love you so much..”
“I love you aswell sweetheart, so so much.”
Jeez he loves you so so so much. Wont admit 75% of the time tho
#haikyuu x male reader#kuroo x male reader#atsumu x male reader#daishou x male reader#x male reader#haikyuu x trans reader#haikyuu x reader#haikyuu!!#tsukishima x reader#tsukishima x male reader#oikawa toru x reader#oikawa x reader#oikawa x male reader#terushima x reader#fanfic#headcanon#haikyuu headcanons
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[𝙷 𝚎 𝚊 𝚍 𝚌 𝚊 𝚗 𝚘 𝚗 𝚜]
𝚍𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚠/𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚜𝚘, 𝚢𝚎 ✨
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| 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚍𝚍𝚢 |
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> ah, yes, one of my favorite characters through out the whole game, honestly. he's just a 8'7 foot animatronic bear that loves people, including children.
> freddy can be seen two ways, a father figure, and a significant other.
> of course, he's a huge softy, so be nice to him- he's super sweet, and of course, over protective. what can i say, he was built to entertain children, i'm sure they would make it to where he's programmed to protect children.
> yeah i see him as 8'7. he's tallest out of the glamrock animatronics. dj music man/dj man(??) is the largest out of everyone ofc, so-
> does n o t tolerate any types of vulgar language- no cursing >:[
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| 𝙶𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙲𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚊 |
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> chica! ahhhh i love her so much-! she's an amazing animatronic.
> a bit on the.. eh-ish side, but she's still fun to hang around with! she loves baking and cooking. she enjoys pizza, but i think she's more of a sweets person.
> she can be loud and over joyous a lot. if she were a kid, she'd have ADHD i'm pretty sure 😭
> she's about 6'3, shortest out of them all, besides from vanny- b ar k . and gregory sbsjsdjj-
> she's very protective, much like freddy. she's the go to whenever a child gets a scrape or a cut of sorts. she'd get bandaids out instantly-
> and she'd get those freakin'- kiddy bandages- even if you're a grown ass adult- shhhh-
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| 𝙼𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚐𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝙶𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚛 |
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> gATOR MAN!!!!!!¡¡¡¡!!¡¡!¡!¡¡
> sorry. ahem. anyways. monty is a little shit, and he's just- bark bark grrrr asshole much-
> 7'8 much lol
> though he's okay when he's around kids. he finds kids highly annoying i'm sure, but would never purposely hurt them.
> cough
> gr ego ry .
> haha anywho, monty hangs out in his little golf area most of the time, laughing whenever some kid can't hit a ball to save their life-
> freddy's got onto him about that before i'm sure- 'sToP tEasiNg tHe kIDs-'
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| 𝚁𝚘𝚡𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚆𝚘𝚕𝚏 |
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> wolf momy
> she takes everyone as someone that tries challenging her- she's overly determined to be the best-
> compliment her? 'is that a INSULT????'
> don't worry, she's.. chill. she likes the fact that she can see through walls. like playing hide and seek with her would be p useless.
> anyways, she's like- 7'4.
> she thinks very.. high of herself, very positive [sometimes- she can be really self conscious :[ ] about herself, almost narcissistic-
> she enjoys her job, though, she doesn't mind the children at all. she finds them fun to be around, honestly.
> even though she seems like an egotistical asshole, she's truly a sweetheart, a very loving animatronic.
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| 𝚂𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 |
[that is his name r i gh t-]
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> he loves kids, he was programmed to look after them for god's sake-
> 6'1
> very.. keen on making sure children don't hurt themselves in any way. they have a sucker? nope, no running, sit at all times.
> he thinks fondly of himself, and is really a sweet person. a bit hyperactive, but still fun to be around.
> don't eat the paper he provides. don't. just don't. he'll ban you from paper, for as long as you're in the daycare- no eat paper >:[
[totes didn't get that from a rp 👀]
> he enjoys arts and crafts, he doesn't mind whenever someone joins him whilst he's alone.
> he loves showing off the children's art! he puts 'em all up and pins 'em around the daycare, no doubt.
> he's like a teacher almost-
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| 𝙼𝚘𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚙 |
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> asshole 100%
> towards adults, and adults o n l y . why? no clue.
> extremely overprotective over children, especially toddlers under the age of 7-
> he takes naps with the children, making sure they don't wonder off and hurt themselves or get lost-
> i see moondrop and sundrop as brothers- shuttup :'[
> 6'1
> he doesn't like arts and crafts, really. he just.. chills in the daycare, watching the kids, making sure they are alright, and sometimes checks up with sunny.
> from time to time, he watches the children do arts and such.
> very rare to see him doing anything but sleep and watch the kids-
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love languages x day6
*this post was commissioned | commissioner asked for something loving + warm.....so here is something overly cheesy indulgent and hopefully warm
sungjin
acts of service
doesn’t think twice about peeling all of the tangerines himself and sharing the halves with you without a word - just one slice for you, one slice for him
can’t leave you alone when you’re cooking or cleaning.
you tell him he’s busy from all of the bands schedules and he should just let you do it for once but a moment later
he’s standing beside you and chopping vegetables or he’s snatching the broom from you before you can even get started
you don’t complain too much though, he does look really cute in the kitchen apron
a man of little words he literally does all of this because he wants to say he loves and appreciates you but the words don’t come out easy like they might for other members
so when you’re alone and you tell him you love him you cant really get worked up over the fact that he barely mumbles something into your hair
because he’s shy about it - but he’s not shy about getting up first and bringing the cup of coffee to you in bed
people don’t give him as much credit as they should, which frustrates you, because sungjin is the kind of boyfriend and just the kind of friend who will bend over backwards for the people he cares for
from lugging all the instruments around, helping members with suitcases, or volunteering himself for the short end of the stick in bad situations
sometimes it gets so bad you have to put your hands on his face and steady him and be like sungjin, no. the boys can handle it without you.
and he’s like but im the leader-
and youre like shhhhhhhh before i kiss you so hard you cant breath for the next five minutes
and sungjin stares at you with those big brown eyes and hes kinda like well now im just gonna say something so you do tha-oH
you and him get like an hour alone before he has to leave on tour and it is supposed to be full of sweet words and i miss yous
and sungjin just comes in with a bag full of groceries and you’re like is that for your tour
and he’s like oh no this is some stuff that i noticed you needed from last time
and you’re like babe you’re leaving in like thirty minutes stop thinking about things to do for me
and he just looks at you and says; “i can’t stop, im always going to be thinking about what i can do for you.”
just another way of saying ill miss you and i love you suppose LOL
jae
words of affirmation
will never admit it out loud but if someone isn’t telling him he’s doing a good job. he will die.
and guess who gets that job? you - the second jae fell in love with you (and he do so very clumsily) you have been hired
jae does this kind of little look over his shoulder at you whenever he does something he thinks is cool or fun and you have dated for a while so immediately you’re like
“that was amazing come here” and he trots over with literal hearts spinning around his head (youngk gagging in the distance)
but if you miss the little beat then jae just looks like a puppy that got left out in the rain until you rush over to do damage control LOL
with work or anything like that it’s this sort of playful thing between you two
where you’re like jae you are the best at skateboarding. singing. playing guitar. all of it. and he’s like am i the best? really? and you’re like YES THE BEST
but the real affirmation he chases from you is the guarantee that you ........ love him
some people like to be close without words, some people can talk with their hands or gestures
but jae wants it said - and you are happy to oblige
kiss him all you want and not like he’s gonna not enjoy it but when you say something about how he makes you the happiest person on earth well some things are just better you know?
when you say this stuff to him while you’re ontop of him and jae just - eyes rolling back but let’s move on
when days are really bad or jae is not in a good mood everyone has learned that the cure for him is your voice
so sungjin calls you and even if jae tries to be like IM FINE sungjin puts you on speaker and is like “please cheer him up and be as gushy as possible in front of all of us”
you: “jae you know i adore you and you’re my pumpkin pie sweeti-”
jae skidding across the table to take you off speaker: “I WILL TALK TO THEM IN THE OTHER ROOM-”
he scurries out to listen to you coo to him privately and the rest of day6 is like waiting
and jae comes back, shining like a sunbeam until dowoon is like
“so pumpkin pie sweetie are you feeling ok?”
jae about to fling the phone at dowoon before sungjin is like HEY-
youngk
quality time
seems like a total homebody hermit who is like leave me be im ok living in solitude like a monk on a mountain
but the reality is that if he loves someone, and he loves you, if you two cant have that time together - he just feels wrong
like the gravity around everything else he is doing is just off centered
and everyone can tell because it is like a raincloud just starts following him around
and also - he gets very grumpy
jae teases him and is like awwwwwww do you miss your s/o are you getting all saaaaaaaad
and youngk is like shuttup no im not im fine
sungjin (who has a brain) is like no he’s literally going through withdrawal and then hits your number on the speed dial
he’s ok with group dates and being around the band and your other friends but there is really nothing like one on one intimacy to him
and that could literally be as innocent as sitting in the back of an empty bus, holding hands and sharing each other as pillows
to locking the bedroom door and falling over onto his sheets
tries to be slick about it though and texts you like “wanna come over?” and you’re like “oh ;)” and he’s like “........jae will be in the other room don’t lose your mind in the gutter”
but plot twist jae is not in the other room actually youngk has bribed everyone to be gone for an hour or two and you well
you pretend not to notice for your easily flustered boyfriends sake
gets the softest when you are alone ........ he puts up a front around others but if it is just you
running your fingers through his hair and listening to him sigh happily in your neck
that’s when the tender words like “i can’t live without you” come out
funnily enough he’ll say something so beautiful just for you to hear and when you kinda hear a similar sound lyric in day6s next album you’re like oh? was i inspiration?
youngk getting red down to his neck: NO?
wonpil begs you guys to do more PDA or something because he’s a sucker for love and sometimes he feels like you guys hold back
and youngk is like if you want to live another day-
jkjk
you just hold youngk’s hand and tell wonpil not to worry, once everyone is gone and it’s just you two, it is actually quite romantic
everyone is like we cant imagine youngk being sweet
but he really is, he cherishes you so much and he needs you to himself far away from the world and all its stress
what im saying is yes he seems like he’d be like leave me alone but like dont leave the room im in and actually just stay right here in his lap
wonpil
receiving gifts
and not in a materialistic kind of way but in a “im always thinking about you” way
there is no feeling like seeing wonpil after a long time and the first thing you do after running into his arms is going “i got you something while you were away!”
and as nice as big, expensive, frilly gifts on holidays are - what wonpil really loves the most is when you drop something in his hands and tell him you noticed he needed it
“oh, i remember you said you didn’t have anymore bandaids at the studio” “you should take sunscreen with you - here i got you some” “you’ve had that old jacket for so long, let’s go get you a new one for the winter.”
everytime you say something so casually to him, it just makes the inside of his heart burst because
you are always listening to him, observing him, thinking about his needs
and if that’s not love then. well.
you staring at a bunch of tickets and receipts in a box in wonpils room: what is this.........
wonpil: it’s from all our dates! they’re the gifts of the good memories!
you trying not to cry because he’s the cutest person on earth: o-oh
lmao jae will sometimes have to stop wonpil if they’re packing for a tour because wonpil could fit a suitcase full of stuff you’ve either given him or he got with you like
wonpil: im taking the blender. me and my love bought it at ikea three months ago
jae: im sure the hotels will have blenders...........
he attributes sentimental value to anything you touch really and wonpil can be overwhelming in all aspects of love
he likes touching you, he likes giving you uplifting words, he likes doing things for and he of course wants to spend every second with you
but something about having things that are shared
or just his because you gave it to him ............ another level
but don’t be fooled. he showers you in twice as much because he wants you to feel that same thing he feels everytime
dowoon
physical touch
hand is on you. on your shoulder. on your waist. on the top of your head if need be.
he will try to inch down from your waist when he thinks no one is looking before sungjin is grabbing him by the ear like boy - i taught you better
you: it’s fine i dont mind
dowoon: *:P intensifies*
but really he is like an overactive puppy when it comes to you because wow you are tangible and you love him and he loves you why cant he touch you every. second. of. the. day.
the funny thing is when you first started dating it was nothing like this - dowoon can be shyer than most and so it took him close to two weeks to gather the courage to hold your hand first
but now that it is comfortable and established it’s like he cannot live without it
kisses? gotta have them, before the set. after the set. when you wake up together in the morning. before you go to sleep.
you pushing his face away like you have morning breath and he’s like i will kiss you if my life depends on it
you also have noticed that if you are in a situation together where touching would be super inappropriate or something
dowoon will find a way to make contact. he will either play with the fabric of something you’re wearing or he’ll bump your hands together when you reach for something
part of you assumes he’s just being cheeky, but the reality is that touching for dowoon does so more than any words or gifts or anything
because you cannot lie through a touch - he either feels your warmth or he doesn’t
and when he doesn’t, life just sucks plain and simple
youngk: “jesus you’re on each other like a bad rash”
jae: “you sound jealous”
dowoon and you: “true youngk you do sound jealous.”
youngk grumbling: “young people....................”
there probably hasn’t ever been a moment where you’re ordering something at a fastfood place and dowoon is like order for me too and youre like do it yourself and hes like im busy and youre like busy doing what and hes hugging you from behind and hes like idk im busy holding my entire world now can you tell them i dont want pickles
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Rewatching Holy Musical B@man :)
When I first watched it I thought it was “nice.” lets see how i feel on time #2 :)
DYLAN SAUNDERS MARRY ME
The narration of bodily damage. Yes.
LAURENNNNN
DYLANS VOICE. JAHGVL.GJNVDF
I love this scene so much
Rat tat tat!
Dude, did Batman kill god? Is that how God died? Is this part of the Starkid Super Theory?
The Batman/Bruce Wayne joke is the best
Batman exposing America and exacting his revenge, what a guy
The Joker *dies* everyone.. *unfazed*
Gotham giving unconditional Bat love
CAPTAIN MARVEL
ohmygod Batman is like “no I don’t have the energy to be around my crush right now I’m brooding”
Brians bouncing, uh i mean flying, is adorable.
*lies to impress my crush*
I wonders why theres so much crime in Gotham.*everybody and their grandmother has a gun* what a mystery.
Drama angsty angy boi Batman
Le gasp
“nay- the life that has chosen meeeeee”
*waddles across stage*
Why’d i pause it like this.
mamaandpapaaaa nomamaandppapapapaaa
The bats dance just for him
THEY JUST WANT A BUDDY
“The Fortress---of Solitude”
...I’d freak if I saw Dylan Saunders too
I just realized i never really appreciated Rogues are we for the MASTERPIECE it is.
Jaime you queen
Poor two face, its not his fault he has the stupidest theme ever.. actually it is.
Jeff Blim is a king.
He’s so excitedd.
“yea“ HE’S A SOFT ANGY BOI.
“tiny little guy“
HE IS DAZZZLING
Starkid likes staring friendships with speaking in unison.
He is a very articulate little one.
They’re bonding!!! yay.
Le gasp.
Wholesome
YOU GO ROBIN!
This musical was just an excuse for Starkid to write a bunch of puns.
I love this song.
*beats someone to death* *softly sings* OOooooohh
Is he actually making the Wah Wah sounds? cuz thats impressive
DANCE MY BOYS DANCE
OI THATS MY PRECIOUS BOI UR TALKING ABOUT!
whispers longingly “Krypto-”
DA PUNZ
I love Candy.
Where is all the candy coming from?!!?! is there an interdimensional portal in his pockets?!
That was a highly questionable decision. (Kwan Lee)
“I’m such a boob“ imma use that from now on.
*breaks everything around him* *pushed a box*
The poor water supply, it’s just chilling.
I love that he’s called Green Lantern Fanboy.
Superman just wants to get a phone call. Just once.
Every time they same America I gag. Yay.
The social commentary is catchyyy
“Most of us are Mexican“ LOL
CANDY YOU DESERVE A MAN WHO WILL TREAT YOU RIGHT! WHO WILL APPRECIATE YOUR CANDY PUNS!
The plane.
*squints really hard at the screen* Starkid-
I want to know what this person was cast as. “The invisible force that is Superman’s flying” yes I’m sure that’s exactly what is was.
I appreciate the subtitles clarifying that his screaming is in fact meant to mimic a bat and not a toddler having a tantrum.
Jussssst. Kisssssss.
Brian is a beautiful elegant man, I love his arm movements.
They...they shared...they shared a..shared a-a cigarette.................
Sweet Tooth is such a good villain?! Like?! How?! Didn’t I notice this?!
we need a combat specialist to dissect this fight scene it was so raw and emotional and the movements were so complex..........
Ah yes. water shots, the most...hardcore drink..ever
Construction man has my heart. Well Dylan does but-
“peeeeeople“ “belieeeeeeeeve” “gooood”
“who” CAPTAIN MARVEL
I mean...is he wrong?
Dude I never heard the word totties till I watched Starkid and now I’m never calling my boobs boobs. They’re totties now.
Fanboying over your crush, his house and his pet.
“pretentious douchebags“ yea, yea they are.
YAY CAPTAIN MARVEL SAVED THE DAY!!!
Wait can Starkid make a bunch of Super Friends musicals?! Why didn’t they continue this it’ve been so fun.
Robin saying the true desires of his heart. You go, be a modern dancer buddy!
“Lauren offstage“ I love that they needed to specify it was our lord and savior Lauren Lopez not some random offstage voice.
DYLAN SHUTTUP I’M HAVING HEART PALPITATIONS.
Did they just buy one of every color underwear available on the face of the earth? Good for them.
Conclusion: I love this a lot more than I remember when I first saw it. I’m am very happy now :DDDD
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I can’t even… Apparently though I don’t post much and I abandoned my clock app account for a bit too long. I’ve had two comments asking about a pair of seeds I planted a few years ago, they’ve sprouted and become a damn good little pair of rose bushes. I should have put them in the ground ages ago.. they may have some root problems but they’re blossoming. They’re small with tiny thorns and flowers but they’re still growing..
Almost a thousand views on my video with me chirping about my little freshly-sprouted rose plants… I know a thousand views isn’t much but for me anything close to that seems pretty monumental
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Freezing
Prelude - sorry for the bad quality lololol
Pairing - Bakugou X Reader
Prompt - I watched Tthe Second Time Around” with Debbie Reynolds and there's one scene where the love interest is like all kissing up on her trying to ‘warm her up’ and also I want to get better at smut!!! I am awful at it and if I try to read my own stuff I'm just like “!!!! Dude!! Just say pussy come on!! use the sexy terminology and stop approaching it like a anatomy test jeez”
Warnings - Dubious consent, noncon, mentions of stalking. NSFW. oral play, dirty talk.
Music - haha once again too tired v sad haha
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“Stop fuckin’ struggling, I’m trying to help.”
This didn’t feel helpful. Bakugou Katsuki, pro hero, had you wrapped up tight in a blanket, his arms wrapped even tighter around your torso. He held you to his body, your bottom half settled in between his legs, your back to his chest.. You could feel him snuffling your hair, pressing his face against your scalp and inhaling. It unnerved you.
You had tried asking what a pro hero like him was doing, out hiking in the evening, in the middle of nowhere. You were supposed to be the only person that knew about this place. The man had brushed off your questions with a “don’t worry about it.”, so you had tried your best, trudging along, listening to the soft crunch of cold earth beneath two sets of shoes.
He had kept pace with you, even though you figured that he was in way better shape than yourself. He could probably run the entire length of the trail without breaking a sweat. Well, to be fair, it was also cold. Almost frighteningly so. But you enjoyed the weather, liked the tingly feeling it gripped your hands with, how it froze your nose and ears and made you almost numb to you senses.
You decided the weather was not enjoyable when you fell face-first into a stream. Usually it wasn’t this full, and was a little trickle you had to step through to continue hiking the trail. But the rains had been hard this year, so it was quite tricky trying to step through the ankle-deep water. Katsuki, ever the hero, had grabbed onto you, helping you wade through. You really didn’t need his arm around your waist, but the shock of the cold water drenching your feet was slowing your thinking.
There hadn’t been a rock in your path, nor a slippery patch. You had felt yourself trip on something, but there was nothing there. Regardless, the ‘helpful’ hand Katsuki was lending proved to be a hinderance, as you simply slipped straight out of his grasp like a wet fish. The water was freezing of course, and it drenched you to the bone, weighing down your clothes and leaving you with a deep chill, teeth chattering together as you shakily stood.
Lucky for you, Katsuki coincidentally had a blanket tucked in his backpack, and his quirk made it laughably easy for the man to start up a fire. You suppose the man felt bad about accidentally letting you fall into the water. He had sat you down, gathered a few pieces of wood for a fire. The next thing you knew he was pulling at your clothes, peeling the wet fabric away from your body. You had slapped his hands away, shooting to your feet and snatching the blanket from him. “I can do it myself you know.”
You had to step behind a bush, shedding your clothes slowly, your numb fingers and heavy limbs making it harder than it should be. But eventually you succeeded, wrapping the blanket around your nude body and engulfing yourself in a cocoon of soft warmth. Katsuki had motioned for you to sit down by him when you had trudged back over, and you complied. You don’t know when sitting next to him evolved into practically sitting on him.
“Mr. Ground Zero, I think I’m warm enough now, you can stop.”
“Naw, you’re still shaking like a leaf, shuttup and lemme help.”
Mouth clamped shut, you tried not to squirm as his arms squeezed you tighter to his chest. You almost jumped out of your skin when you felt warm lips press firmly against your neck. Before you could turn around, wriggle out of his grasp and ask what the actual hell he thought he was doing, the pro-hero planted another one, pressing his lips closer to the front of your throat. Were you shaking because you were cold? Or was it something else? At this point the reason why was fuzzy.
Was this usually how pro-heros acted when they rescued someone? You didn’t like this. It felt wrong, intimate and far too close. Questions swirled around in your mind as you began shifting, trying to ease out of the man’s grip.
“Uhm, this is really awkward for me, I can just warm up by the fire.”
“Can’t you fucking hear? I said shut up, so zip the lips.”
“Mr. Ground Zero, I’m feeling really uncomfortable like this, I can jus-“
“I said, shut up. And m’names Katsuki, don’t call me by my hero title.”
Why? You stilled for a second, panting slightly. It was suffocating underneath the blanket. The firm arms wrapped around your torso weren’t helping either, squishing the breath out of your lungs. Why couldn’t he just let you go sit by the fire? If he wouldn’t listen to you, you’d have to show him through actions. He was making you very, very uncomfortable. Heros weren’t supposed to do that.
With a sudden twist to the side, you loosened Bakugou’s hold on you - he hadn’t been expecting that. Clutching the blanket securely around you, a bid was made to stand. Katsuki didn’t like that. You had risen into a crouch, intending to stand from there, but before you could process it, Katsuki had you pinned, flat out on your back.
Once your brain had adjusted to the sudden spin of being manhandled, you spluttered out your indignation. “Hey! You can’t just do tha-“
“How many fuckin’ times do I have to repeat my goddamn self? Shut. The fuck. Up. I don’t wanna hear any more protests comin’ outta your mouth, got it?”
An intensely sparking hand, bright orange and yellow and red dancing in the palm, lowered down next to your face, silently threatening a burn if you didn’t obey. With wide eyes, you nodded, trying to decide whether to watch Katsuki, or his quirked-hand. The decision was made for you when Katsuki snapped his fingers, the ones connected to the hand not currently going off like a sparkler. He wanted your attention on his face.
“Be good for me, or else I’ll rock your shit. Hah, might just rough you up for the way you were struggling against me earlier, little brat.” He paused for a second, cocking his head to the side as he stared down at you. “Tch, nah, It felt kinda good.”
You gaped up at him as he kneeled over you, horrified. What? What was going on?
The man began pulling at the blanket covering your modesty, prompting you to grab at it tighter. He barely had to light up his hand before you were letting go, forced to part with the only thing hiding you from wandering eyes. And oh, did Katsuki’s eyes wander. The second he threw the blanket back, uncovering you, he leaned back, resting on his heels as he stared at your body hungrily.
Everything was happening so fast, you had just been going on a simple hike? Why was a pro-hero doing this to you? Didn’t Katsuki have better things to be doing? (Literally)
You voiced these thoughts in a small, soft voice, hoping you wouldn’t get yelled at again for simply speaking. “I don’t understand Mr. Gr-Katsuki….. What’s happening?”
The blond huffed, leaning forward again so he could be closer, a hand roughly pawing at the curve of your waist.
“I have been waiting so long to catch you alone. You think it’s a coincidence I decided to go on a hike today, huh?”
“What? What do y-“
“God, ever since I saw you in that shitty little bakery I haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about you. Been a fuckin’ mess.” The man cut you off, hands coming up to squeeze at your chest, pinching your nipples, groping the soft flesh there. You were gasping, barely able to listen to the pro-hero as he continued. “You just looked so tasty, I wanted to pick you up and eat you out right there, in front of everyone. I bet you wouldv’ve liked that, huh? Me lickin’ all over your little pussy?”
You choked on a breath as Katsuki slid down your body, his dark red eyes still connected with yours. You wanted to protest, tell him what a gross, nasty pervert he was. Seriously, what the hell? You wanted to kick him, break his nose, distract him with pain long enough for you to hightail it out of there. But his earlier threat remained, kept you frozen in place, hands by your side. Your were pliant, complacent as the blond slid between your thighs, hands coming to rest and knead at your waist.
Katsuki breathed against your slit, the hot air contrasting so boldly against the chill around you that you shivered, your opening clenching. Katsuki chuckled at that, before pushing his face forward, giving your labia a long, slow lick. Your leg kicked out, unprepared for the sensation as you tried to hold back a squeal. You were far from a virgin, but you had to admit it had been a while since you had been with anyone intimately. Work was too hectic, too tiring.
Another slow, measured lick had you keening, before Katsuki went searching for your clit. He found the small nub, flicking over it with his tongue, sending electric bursts of pleasure tingling through your body. Unconsciously, you bucked your hips, searching for more stimulation as Katsuki pulled back.
“Oh fuck, knew you’d taste sweet.”
He dove back down, tongue licking and sucking and rubbing at your cunt, sometimes taking a second to slip inside your opening, probe at your insides before pulling out again, moving to suck on the puffy, abused lips. You cried out, unwanted noises leaving you as you writhed under Katsuki’s skilled tongue. You didn’t want this, but it felt so good. You were so wet, could hear the sound of your slick as Katsuki lapped at your pussy. He acted as if he was starving, eating you out so vigorously that you were actually brought to tears. There was slobber, spit, and slick everywhere, creating a delicious wet slide that let the man move as he wished, tongue sliding into and around your folds.
Distantly, you felt the heat of the fire, saw the emerging stars through the trees, felt a rock pressing into your back. These sensations were lost, the overwhelming pleasure you felt taking up all your focus. You were close, could feel yourself beginning to rush towards an orgasm.
“Kat-Katsuki, wait! I’m, oh god, I’m gonna cum!”
You almost sobbed when he pulled away, licking at his wet lips. “Yeah? You gonna fuckin’ cum for me? Go ahead and cum, bitch.” He snarled.
When you felt his lips sealing over your clit, you shuddered. When he started sucking, you screamed.
Hands fisted in his spiky locks, you lost yourself in the pleasure, felt yourself crest that peak. An orgasm washed over you, tingly, shaky, hot. You trembled as Katsuki kept licking you, no longer sucking fervently at your clit. You had to tug his hair, pull him away from your pussy to get him to stop mouthing at you. You wanted to say something, maybe tell him to fuck off, or to let you be - but you could barely think.
Katsuki crawled back over you, wiping at his wet face with an arm. He was still fully clothed, hair barely mussed from all your tugging. He grinned down at you. “Felt goddamn good, didn’t it? Just wait ‘till I actually start fucking you.”
You wanted to protest, Katsuki’s hands already unbuckling his belt.
You knew he wasn’t going to let you say no.
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Can these anons just shuttup, theyre picking on you - your writing is your own, you have clear warnings and disclaimers, you offer advice out to people, you don't have to provide your work for free but you do it anyway because you like sharing ideas and enthusiasm about writing.
I'd say ignore em and read some smut bestie
thank you!!!! <<3 i’m just ignoring any other bullshit that may come my way. but thank you so much for your sweet & kind words 🥺💗
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yellow || s.b.
a/n: when will i write a plain old fluff and not an angst?
good question.
i have no idea.
pre!azkabansirius x reader
warnings- sex, strong language, a n g s t, unedited sorry ://
word count- 2.1k
you and sirius had been very on and off since your fifth year. you’d be in love one day, but then one of you would say something offhand and have a raging row that ended with you flipping each other off, shagging and then not talking for a week.
your best friend would sigh and rub his forehead whenever he saw you sulking in the corner. he knew what that sulk meant. he’d would lead you away from the common room to any empty classroom so you could sit and have a good long cry about whatever sirius had said to you or whatever you had said to him. he’d rub your back and dry your tears and not utter a word of complaint. you didn’t know what you’d do without him.
remus might have been best friends with sirius too, but the both of you had bonded on the first nerve-wracking train ride on the hogwarts express, and instantly became inseperable- something his girlfriend marlene constantly complained about all the time. she had a high pitched voice which grated your ears and made you want to tear your hair out. she was clingy and annoying and honestly you wanted to slap her.
“how the fuck d’you put up with her, remus?” you had asked him once when they started going out in fourth year.
he gave you a small smile and said very matter of factly, “she’s my yellow.”
you stared at him as if he had lost his sodding marbles, “what the fuck is ‘a yellow?’”
his smile grew bigger, “a yellow is someone who’s seen you through your worst and helped you bounce back without even being asked for help. they just stay by you and provide you with support even if you don’t need it.” he turned his gaze to marlene who was sitting across the room and laughing with her friends, “she lights up my dark- merlin knows i have enough for the both of us. if i have a crappy day or a good day or even just the most average day ever, all i want is to end it with her. when i’m transforming every month, i think about her- just think- and i don’t feel like my bones are on fire anymore. you trust them more than anything.”
he took a deep breath, “i’d risk everything for her.”
your eyes were burning with tears you didn’t let fall. you had never heard remus talk like that. “you’ve gone soft,” you scoffed at him.
love wasn’t something you bothered with.
until sirius kissed you in your fifth year christmas party, and that’s when everything went to fucking shit.
your world turned upside down and your days were full of laughs echoing as you would ran hand in hand with sirius through empty corridors before pulling him into an alcove to smile against his lips.
but soon your relationship would begin its up and down pattern.
you’d hug another boy and he’d hex him. then you’d fight till you were in tears. he’d kiss your tears away and you’d end up in a passionate lock of limbs all night. still pissed, you’d walk away from his room the next morning without talking to him.
he’d throw his arm around another girl and you’d make snide remarks. then you’d fight till you were ready to hex each other, but would end up smashing your lips together and would ignore the other the next morning.
so was your pathetic pattern which neither of you could escape.
despite the fighting, the hurled insults and the insecurities, you kept finding yourselves in each others arms.
two years you both lived through this until you decided enough was enough.
james had proposed to lily- they were getting married the winter after you graduated and you and sirius couldn’t even go two weeks without fighting. you were going to cut it off.
until-
“go with me for their wedding, (y/n).” he said to you the night lily and james announced their wedding. you were in that state between slumber and consciousness as he drew circles on your arm with your back pulled against his bare chest. “go steady with me. no more fighting and insecurity. i’m sick of it. i love you and i want to be able to say that to you everyday and not only after we’ve had a fight.”
you turned to face him, voice breaking, “sirius, i’ve been thinking-”
“no,” he interrupted you, knowing what you were about to say.
“sirius-”
“no!” he said more forcefully this time, wrenching the blankets off himself and standing up.
with an oddly detached train of thought, you noted how attractive he looked. this was a nice last image to have of him. his pyjamas hanging low on his hips, hands fisted by his side and hair mussed but his eyes...
his eyes were blazing with angry tears.
“you always do this, (y/n)! the minute we have something good for more than a few weeks, you try to run! how many times can i convince you to stay until i start to think you don’t really want to be in this? how many times until-” his voice cracked and he knelt down to hold your hand. looking deep in your eyes he restarted, “you can’t run away in the fear of things getting bad again.”
you knew he was right. you would always bolt the second things seemed to finally stabilise. you would want to leave with memories of laughter and smiles, not screams and tears.
tears clouding your vision too, you nodded. “i know. you’re right, but i’m tired, love. i’m tired of always wondering when it’s going to get bad again. i don’t want to live in that fear anymore. i need something... stable. i don’t know if that means just being alone for a while or if that means being with someone else. i just-”
“need to get away from me,” he said deathly soft.
your hands which were previously gesticulating wildly fell limply to your side, “sirius...”
“i get it, (y/n). come to bed, and tomorrow you can be shot of me.”
“it’s not like that, darling,” you held his face, stroking away his tears.
“isn’t it?”
your silence was answer enough for him.
so you both climbed back into bed and spent one last night in each other’s arms, murmuring your last ‘i love you’, sharing your last kiss, and one last look in the morning before he left your dorm.
you and sirius spent a painful two years avoiding each other when around remus. you would go on horrible blind dates which ended with you being repulsed by your date, ending your nights in bed alone with the typical dreams of the time you spent together haunting you.
then the war started looming over everyone and those came to a standstill. no more awkward first dates, no more horrible first kisses and no more faking interest. you were glad to not have to go for dates anymore.
there was one particular morning you woke up that you knew something was different. you had no idea what it was. you tried to go about your day as normally as possible- well as good as normal was possible when the entire order was in hiding from death eaters. you had just got out of the shower and were pulling out a top from your closet when your fireplace erupted in the room next door.
sirius ran into your room and you yelled, pulling your towel tighter around you. “sirius? what the fuck?” you yelled.
he seemed to not have noticed that you were in a state of undress. his eyes were shining bright and his smile was wider than his face could express, “he’s here, (y/n), harry’s here.”
“who the sodding fuck is harry?”
“baby harry, (y/n),” sirius said with a soft caressing voice. you hadn’t heard that since the nights you spent with him, both of you murmuring whispers of affections and sweet nothings in each others ears. “baby harry’s here.”
“no,” you gasped, your eyes tearing up to which he vigorously nodded.
“i’ll put on some clothes and we’ll go there now,” you stammered out overjoyed for your best friends.
you could hear sirius pacing up and down the hallway outside your room as you pulled on mismatched sock and tried to put on your jeans backwards. somehow you had fastened your cloak around your neck correctly, took sirius’ outstretched hand absentmindedly and apparated with him to godric’s hollow.
you saw lily glowing with a little bundle of blankets in her arm.
“is this harry?” you whispered.
she nodded and you saw james with tears in his eyes, “this is harry james potter.” he said.
all of you were blubbering messes as little harry gurgled in lily’s hold. remus was doing a good job of congratulating lily with a level voice as peter sniffled in the corner and james and sirius sobbed in each others arms.
“(y/n), sirius,” james said once he had regained his composure a little. he put his hand on lily’s shoulder as she made to hand harry to you. “we want you to be harry’s god parents.”
your dry eyes clouded with tears again as you looked at sirius who was cooing over harry in your arms and said softly, “i’d love to be his godfather.” you swallowed and followed up, “it’s an honour to be his godmother.” sirius looked at you and smiled at with the same wet eyes and pressed the softest kiss to your lips. “we’ve got a godchild, (y/n).”
you missed the feeling of his lips.
“we’ve got a godchild,” you laughed.
remus took harry from you, “you’ve both clearly got alot of catching up to do and i don’t want harry corrupted this early.”
“oh shuttup,” sirius guffawed as he took your hand and pulled you into his arms were the both of you spent the day either holding each other or harry and the night making up for lost time.
the next year was a blur of the potters, remus, marlene, peter and sirius.
sirius.
sirius with whom you had reunited and were doing better than ever with. with whom you were ready to spend the rest of your life with. with whom you were madly in love.
you woke up on hallowe’en in sirius’ arms to a slight chill in the air. you struggled out of his grip on you and left him sleeping on the bed, doned a sweater and leggings and floo-ed to james and lily’s place. they didn’t seem to feel the same unease that you did as they watched harry who was a year and a quarter old now, zooming around on a mini broomstick and laughed as he knocked over the cat.
unable to shake the feeling that made the hairs stand up on the back of your neck, you apparated to your parents’ place to check on them. tempted by the offer of dinner with them, you accepted and sent a patronus to sirius telling him you’d meet him at the potters’ after dinner. with a full stomach you reached godric’s hollow and instantly knew something was wrong.
the house was eerily silent. you pulled out your wand and walked quietly trying to not make noise. a sudden crash made you whip around and fire a stunning charm faster than you could blink- remus just barely managed to dodge the spell.
“remus,” you lowered your wand, “where is everyone?”
“dead.”
you felt the colour drain from your face, “what?”
“sirius gave their location away,” he whispered sounding broken.
“no.”
“voldemort killed james then lily but couldn’t kill harry for some reason. hagrid took him away on dumbledore’s orders.”
you were sobbing uncontrollably, “no,” you said wildly, “they aren’t gone!”
“peter is too. he went to confront sirius and he-” remus took a deep rattling breath, “he blasted peter to bits in front of thirteen muggles.”
“NO!” you screamed, gripping your hair. “sirius couldn’t have-”
“WELL HE DID,” remus roared, “HE SOLD OUT OUR BEST FRIENDS, THE DEATH EATER SCUM THAT HE IS. I HOPE HE ROTS IN AZKABAN. I HOPE HE NEVER COMES BACK.”
“remus no don’t say that you don’t mean it. there’s no way he could have ratted james and lily out- he would have killed for them-”
“WELL HE DID, (Y/N), AND HE DIDN’T DIE- HE DIDN’T BUT PETER, JAMES AND LILY DID. HARRY’S LIFE WON’T EVER BE THE SAME- HE’LL GROW UP WITH MUGGLES NOW-”
“he didn’t do it.”
“how, (y/n), how can you think he didn’t? we have irrevocable proof,” remus asked incredulously.
you set your jaw resolutely, “because he’s my yellow.”
he was your yellow, but now he was likely to die in azkaban without knowing it.
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That Damn Video
Request: uh, hi !! um can i ask for a request ? maybe dean & sam are going through some old dvds of reader before she was hunter ( in her teens ) & in a video maybe reader was singing "bubble gum bitch" by marina & then fluffy dean 😌
Pairing: Dean Winchester x Fem!Reader, Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader (platonic)
A/N: Hope you enjoy this!! Damn this song is stuck in my head now! -.-
Feedback is welcome!
Word Count: 1721
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“What are you doing?” Asked Sam startling Dean.
“Ouch!” Came a muffled replied as Dean hit his head inside the wardrobe. He nearly had his entire body inside going through some things, grunting and groaning when Sam showed up out of the blue. He pulled his head out and glared at Sam. “Give a guy some warning, would you?”
“Well, you’d hear me coming if you weren’t busy trying to get inside the wardrobe.” Quipped Sam amused.
“I’m trying to make some space. It’s great that Y/N moved into my room, but damn she has a lot of things.”
Sam chuckled at that walking closer to take a look, “Need help?”
“Yes! These clothes are going to kill me!”
“Death by bra. Sounds about right for you.” Smirked Sam helping him with a box.
“Shuttup.”
Y/N and Dean have been dating for 6 months now and only a month ago, Y/N moved into Dean’s room. They wanted to take it slow and even if they lived together in the same place and loved each other, going back to their own rooms at the end of the day gave them that bit of space to get their heads straight. Dating while being a hunter never ended well and they agreed that slow was a nice way to start their relationship.
5 months later after Dean nearly died in a hunt, they decided that they didn’t have all the time in the world and they would rather spend every single second they got. With that, Y/N moved into his room. But with her came a buttload of things that took up so much of space and poor Dean soon found his clothes getting lost with hers. So when Y/N left to help Ellen and the girls with a hunt, Dean figured he’d reorganise their room and make it homely to the both of them.
“Hey what’s this?” Asked Sam holding a box of old dvds that he found hidden in the depths of the wardrobe.
Dean shrugged at it confused, “Never seen them before. Must be Y/N’s.”
“Oh my god, Dean. The box says home videos!” Sam grinned widely, noticing the other side of the box.
“Shit, we have got to watch these!” He grinned mischievously. He quickly snatched it out of his hands and walked out of the room, heading to the Dean cave.
“What about reorganising?” Sam followed him.
“Screw that! I got a feeling we just struck gold.”
They walked into the Dean cave. Dean was all giddy, barely able to control his glee as he put one of the dvds in. They got themselves comfortable as the video started.
It started with a 5yr old Y/N showing off her brand new dress. Her mom was recording her as she did her adorable version of a cat walk. She was giggling as her parents cheered her on. It was extremely cute
The boys kept going through the dvd and watched as Y/N grew older. They kept giggling and discussing how to embarrass her once she came back home. Midway Sam got up to make some popcorn and the boys agreed that watching adorable little Y/N and her shenanigans was better than any movie they could think of.
An hour into it, they put in the last dvd into the player and what they came across was by far the best thing they had ever seen.
A shy 12yr old Y/N with heavy make up and wearing a bright pink shiny jumpsuit came on screen.
“If you do this, we’ll go skiing this weekend.” Her mom’s voice was heard.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this.” She mumbled, face turning red.
“But you do it so well, baby. Now come on!”
Y/N rolled her eyes and her mom started the music in the background and handed her the mic. Soon Y/N began singing the most amazing song ever heard. She was doing it so well with the attitude, dance and everything. And then the chorus came, Y/N’s kid voice making it even better.
“I’m Miss Sugar Pink, liquor, liquor lips
Hit me with your sweet love, steal me with a kiss
I'm Miss Sugar Pink, liquor, liquor lips
I'm gonna be your bubblegum btch
I'm gonna be your bubblegum btch”
“Okay, I’m done!” Yelled Y/N. “I’m getting out of this stupid dress!”
“Aww come on! Just finish the song!”
“Moooom!”
“Hey, it’s your dad’s birthday gift, you know how much he loves this song. Especially when you sing it, baby.”
“I’m making him a card like a normal person.” Y/N grumbled and stomped away, making her mother laugh. The camera followed her for a bit before turning to her mom’s face who said, “Well, honey, I tried but your daughter is as stubborn as you.” Before cutting.
There was silence in the bunker when the video ended. Dean and Sam looked at each other in shock before bursting with laughter. Dean laughed so hard he fell off the couch.
“That’s the future mother of your child, Dean.” Laughed Sam clutching onto his stomach.
“I can’t believe she kept these videos from me!” Grinned Dean. “Oh man, she’s never going to live this down!”
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That evening Y/N came back from the hunt.
“Boys! I’m home!” She yelled coming down the stairs.
She dropped her bags at the bottom of the staircase and made her way to the kitchen. She could hear Sam and Dean talking in there. She walked in, smelling something delicious.
“Hey baby!” Greeted Dean
Y/N went up to him and wrapped her arms around him. He kissed her forehead and hugged her tight. “I’m glad you’re back and safe. Missed you.” He said.
“Missed you too. Something smells good.”
“I’m making lasagna. Your favourite.” He grinned proudly.
“You’re the best, baby” She grinned back.
“Get a room, guys.” Mumbled Sam.
“Love you too, Sam.” She smiled and hugged him too.
“How was the hunt?” He asked.
“It was a cake walk and I kicked some butt.” She smirked proudly.
“That’s my girl!” Cheered Dean
She took a seat beside Sam, exhausted from the hunt. As soon as she sat down Sam pulled out a pink box and offered it to you.
“Want some bubblegum, Y/N?” He asked keeping a straight face so she wouldn’t suspect anything.
“No thanks, Sam.”
“You sure?”
“Very.” She looked at him confused.
“Come on! Take one.” He insisted.
“Sam! What’s with you?” She glared at him.
“Don’t be a bubblegum btch, Y/N.” He looked at her pointedly, making Dean snort as he cooked.
“What?” She looked at them both suspiciously.
Sam simply shrugged at her and smiled innocently.
“Dean your brother is being weird again.” She said looking helplessly at Dean’s back.
“He came out all weird.” Dean chuckled. “But really, you sure you don’t wanna have some gum, Ms. Sugar Pink?
Sam lost it at that.
“W-where did you get that?” She asked looking wide eyed at him.
“Oh I don’t know” he said nonchalantly turning out and picking up the dvd from the counter. “Maybe something to do with this home video?”
She jumped out of the chair looking shocked. “Dean.” She started slowly. “Where did you find that?”
“Sammy found it in our wardrobe.” He grinned.
“WHY?! Just why Sam?! Why were you in our wardrobe?!” She glared at him.
“Hey!” Sam jumped to his defence. “Dean wanted help in reorganising the room!”
“What?!” She snapped at Dean.
“Yeah it was a mess, N/N. So I brought in Sam to help out, which by the way is still not done fyi. Anyway, we were going through the wardrobe and guess what was tucked away in the bottom under all those clothes?” He had a shit eating grin.
“Please don’t tell me you watched them all.”
“Oh Y/N, baby, of course we did!”
She groaned at that covering her face.
“You sure got the attitude for that song, N/N” Quipped Sam.
“You!” She pointed at Sam. “You shut up! And you!” She pointed at Dean. “You’re in so much trouble, Winchester!”
“Aww are you going ‘chew him up and spit him out’?” Mocked Sam laughing.
“Argh. It was a gag gift for my dad!” She looked at them helplessly.
“Yeah something like that was mentioned.” Smiled Dean genuinely.
“My mom had a very quirky sense of humour and I almost always ended being used for embarrassing stuff.” She mumbled.
“You were so adorable though.” Said Dean pulling her into his arms. He could tell that she was very embarrassed and felt a little bad about teasing her.
“Shuttup.” She mumbled into his chest.
“It’s true. You were a cute kid, Y/N” Smiled Sam, patting her shoulder.
“I can’t believe you two morons found it.” She fake glared at them again.
Sam grinned, “we’re very glad we did.” He then excused himself to go take a shower.
“I meant it though, you were very very adorable. And you nailed that song, baby” Dean grinned wrapping his arms around her waist.
She shrugged at him still embarrassed. “I actually wanted to be a singer when I was 12.”
“Really?!” He asked surprised.
“Yeah. But a year later my parents died and I got thrust into the hunter life when Bobby found me.” Y/N said looking down.
Dean lifted her chin up and kissed her hard, “I think you’d have made a great singer." He said making you giggle.
“I love you, Dean.”
“I love you too, Ms Sugar Pink.” He smirked, earning a smack on the chest.
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That night as they laid in bed with Y/N resting her head on his chest, Dean began humming to the song. He suddenly felt a smack on the forehead.
“Oww! What was that for?!”
“We will never speak of or sing this song again.” She said glaring at him.
“It’s a catchy song, N/N!”
“Never! And make sure that brother of yours keeps his mouth shut before I do it for him.”
“Fine, fine.” Dean sighed. “Man you really popped my bubblegum heart” He whispered 5 seconds later earning another smack.
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My anonymous opinion is that you’re really sweet and funny and you’re writing is amazing but you probably don’t give yourself enough credit
Ack. that last bit hit me hard. qwq; last night when playing ffxiv with my boyfriend, he kept complimenting me on learning how to rotate between my skills and i was just like ahhhhh stooooppp
(to which i went 'i didn't even follow the instructions that the dude gave-' 'that's just a guide shuttup' sldkfjsd)
but thank you so much!!!
reblog this if you want anonymous opinions of you
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Jail Time
John Marston x Abigail Marston, Low Honor 🐺
(Thanks to my friend @liars-and-cheats for helping me with this idea!)
Summary: John is in a terrible mood and finds himself in jail, what’s he going to do to release his frustrations?
(Warning: Smut ahead, hanging sentence if you read)
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John sat on the hard bench inside the jail cell he currently occupied, silently fuming as he stared down at the trail dust covering his worn boots. He let out a hard sigh, lifting a hand to take off his hat. Lowering it to his lap, he stared at one of the last reminders he had of his old friend.
He knew he'd gotten drunk last night at the saloon, but he could barely remember a damn thing. All he could recall was that he’d been in a dark mood, some moron had talked shit to him, a fight had ensued, and now here he was.
Oh, he was definitely still angry alright, and he was going to make sure everyone else that ran into him knew it, including that piece of shit deputy.
He lifted his gaze from Arthur’s hat, looking up through the iron bars at the deputy who was leaning back in his chair across the room. The man was piggish, and there was no doubt the dumbass had an inbred lineage, his own features giving off his overbearing ugliness and stupidity.
Those small eyes glittered when the man realized John was looking at him, his lips twisting into a sneer. “Oh, they gon’ hang you for sure, amigo!” He lowered his eyes, “I already called dibs on dem boots a’yers.”
John said nothing, his eyes narrowing into slits. He wanted more than anything to take this bastard out here and now with one of his guns, but considering they were hanging on a wall opposite the room at this very moment, he willed the boiling venom inside him to a simmer.
He stroked the brim of the hat, trying to calm himself down.
“Dat’s one ugly-ass hat ya got theres,” The deputy taunted, “When yer hanged, I’m takin’ all yer stuff, but I’m gon’ burn that old rat trash.”
The venom came back to a raging boil, but John absolutely refused to give the idiot any sort of satisfaction. He couldn’t wait to get out of this cell so he could strangle the ugly man with his bare hands. There was so much anger built up inside of him, and he knew he needed to release it, really soon.
Discreetly, he scanned his surroundings, seeing if there was anything he could use to his advantage.
Suddenly, the front door of the jail burst open, and in charged an angry, beautiful woman.
His wife.
Abigail looked absolutely livid. “Where is he?!” She spotted him and stomped over in his direction. “I’m gettin’ real damn tired of dealin’ with your shit, Milton!”
The deputy stood up from his chair, and John noticed how the fat man was staring at his wife, lust clear in those small beady eyes of his.
“Well, hey ther', beauty.” The man said in a low voice as he made his way over. He was clearly making a desperate attempt to make himself look good in front of John’s woman, but it was a vain attempt. The man rested a hand on his belt as he got closer, “Don’ you worry none, he’ll be hangin’ soon ’nough.”
Abigail noticed how the deputy was looking at her, and she decided to use that to her advantage. Recalling her old skills, she began to seduce the man. “Well, you seem like a tough man that takes care of his own.” She could feel John’s dark eyes on her as she made her move.
Those cracked lips stretched into a self-satisfied smile. “Oh, I can take good care a’ ya, beauty,” he said in a low voice.
“Is that right?” She got up close to the man, moving her body in a way that kept the man distracted. “I’d like to see that.”
Just as the man was close enough and about to touch her, she reached out and snatched the gun from his holster and aimed it at his head. The deputy froze, lifting his hands. “Open the cell,” she snapped, her tone completely flat now.
The man narrowed his eyes, “You dumb whore, I ain’t doin’ shit — ”
She swung the butt of the gun through the air, hitting him square on the head and knocking him out cold. The deputy collapsed to the ground with a hard thud.
“Serves the bastard right,” she snarled under her breath. Leaning down, she snatched the keys from the deputy’s belt and made her way over to the cell as John approached the locked door.
“Hey there, sweetheart.” John teased.
“Oh, shuttup, Marston, I’ve about had it with you.” She snapped, placing the key into the lock. With a loud clank, the thing gave way, and she opened the cell door. “Now c’mon, let’s get you out of here.”
He followed behind her as they walked over to the wall where his weapons were stored. As he put his equipment back on, he bore the brunt of his wife’s harsh words the entire time, all the while his frustration continuing to build. The fact that the man had looked at his wife the way he had, it was all he could do to barely control himself.
Abigail sighed, “What am I gonna do with you, John?”
With that, she turned away as if to walk out of the jail. But before she could take a single step, John reached out and grabbed her wrist. She looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes narrowed in confusion. “What’s wrong?”
The next few seconds happened in a flash then. Before she could blink, John had her pressed up against one of the cells, his hard body pressed up against her small frame.
Abigail’s eyes widened at her husband’s unexpected actions, “John, what the hell are you d— ”
Those dry lips of his interrupted her next words. His breathing was hard, hot air hitting her cheek as he breathed through his nose and parted her lips with his warm tongue. She moaned, the familiar taste of coffee and him combined more than welcome, to hell with the situations. She closed her eyes, relishing the heat of him through the fabric of their clothes. How long had it been since she’d felt him like this? Too long, she knew, but — but now wasn’t the time. Her rational mind kicked in, and she pulled away in an effort to reason with him once more, “John, we can’t do this here.”
“Shuttup, darlin’,” he growled, and with that he pushed his lips back to hers, and she lost herself in his rough touch. She had no idea what was going on, but it was clear he was tense. He needed a release, and she couldn’t bring herself to deny him.
John groaned, running his hands up the sides of her body, relishing in the feeling of her soft curves. It had been too damned long, he thought. He’d missed this, the feeling of her, the wild and heated sensations. He tilted his head for a better angle, deepening the kiss further as he pressed himself against her even harder.
Abigail groaned, and John instantly pulled away looking worried, “Did I hurt you, sweetheart?”
She let out a short laugh, looking up at him, “It’s these damn bars, they ain’t quite that comfortable, John.”
He let out a deep chuckle, and she gasped as he suddenly lifted her in his arms, carrying her over to the desk across the room. He sat her down on the edge of the hard wooden surface, and without wasting another second he picked up where they left off.
She lifted her arms and wrapped them around his neck as he leaned down and continued to kiss her. She would never get used to the sweet overwhelming feeling of being so close to him, this beautiful idiot man she loved with all of her heart.
He pulled away and began placing quick warm kisses on her cheek, and she leaned her head back with a sigh as he made his way down her neck, leaving a wet trail behind. As soon as he reached the hem of her blouse, he traced his way back up with his tongue, groaning at the taste of her skin.
Grabbing her hips, he pulling her towards the edge of the desk and pushed her skirt up until the fabric was pooled around her waist, then he pulled her hips flush with his and began to thrust his hips into her. “Oh, damn,” He groaned, grunting as he gripped both of her thighs and spread her legs further apart to give himself more room. Shit, she felt so damn good, their bodies fitting together perfectly. The tension inside him was at a breaking point, and he needed to be inside of her soon.
Abigail gasped as she felt the heat of him through his ranch pants, unable to help but notice the unmistakable arousal he had for her. He was so hard, so hot that she almost lost herself completely.
John pulled away and began yanking at her drawers, his fingers merciless as the fabric began to tear away. Cold air hit her center as soon as she was finally bare to him, and she looked up to see those brown eyes of his staring down at her most private area, looking completely lost at the sight.
“Abigail … ” his gravelly voice was so low, almost feral. It would’ve terrified her had she not known that he would never hurt her.
A silent moment passed between them, and she couldn’t help but give him a small smile. Reaching up, she grabbed the brim of his hat and placed it on the desk behind her, using her other hand to grab the back of his neck and pull him into another deep kiss.
He let out a deep moan, and without pulling away he brought his hands down between them, working at the fly of his pants until they were undone. Once his cock was released, he looked down and gripped it with one hand, placing the hot tip of himself to her wet core. Another hard breath passed his parted lips, and he looked back up to meet her gaze, as if he were waiting for something from her.
Without a word, she wrapped her hands around his neck, laying a single kiss to his cheek. John growled, and with that he moved his hips forward, slamming himself into her with a single thrust until he was buried inside her to the hilt. They both gasped, and Abigail threw her head back, digging her nails into the rough material of John’s gunslinger vest.
John lowered his head, nearly losing himself in the warm embrace of the woman he loved more than the world. He took in the feeling, the heat, the hold she had on him in more ways than one.
Finally, he began to move, pumping himself into her. Slowly at first, pulling his hips back and bringing them forward again and again. John bared his teeth in a hiss, “Damn, you’re tight, woman. I ain’t — I ain’t too sure about this.”
Abigail let out a short laugh, and his heart nearly skipped a beat at the soft sound. “Well, I can say the same about your size, Mr. Marston,” she teased.
He grinned at that, he so loved this woman. “I suppose you could, Mrs. Marston,” he teased back.
They both laughed, and John continued to thrust his hips back and forth, closing his eyes as he allowed himself to relish in the warmth of her, her soft sheath to his hard shaft.
After a while of slow love-making, he started to pick up the momentum.
Soon their bodies started to sweat from the heat they created, and before too long, he was hammering her into the desk, the heavy piece of furniture creating scraping sounds as the thing inched across the floor with each of his thrusts.
The sex then became furious. It was wild now, and John was no longer holding himself back, pumping himself in and out of his wife’s soft core, releasing everything that had been pent up inside of him over the past several hours. Abigail had to keep her legs wrapped around his waist to keep from being pushed off the desk.
He was getting so close to release now. Everything felt so damn good in this moment that he didn’t care about anything else but her. “You’re mine, Abigail,” John growled into her ear, rocking his hips forward hard to emphasize his point.
Abigail gasped and nodded, “Yours,” she agreed.
John grinned, and continued his relentless hammering, grunting with each push as he plunged his cock deeper and deeper into her heat. A white hot fire slowly began to grow in his gut, a familiar burn he knew all too well. He sped up his thrusts, ready for the explosion to come.
Suddenly, there was a low groan coming from across the room. Halting his hips, John looked over to see the deputy’s head moving around, realizing that the man was slowly coming back to reality.
To hell with that.
Snatching his gun from its holster, Marston shot a single bullet into the ugly man’s skull.
Without being bothered, John went straight back to what he’d been doing, the heat building up once more inside his body. Abigail gasped at his actions, but she was unable to care at that moment in time, completely overwhelmed with the hot pleasure coursing through her entire body.
John gripped her hair in one hand, using the other to keep her hips in place as he thrust into her harder and harder, the slapping of flesh on flesh the only sound in the room next to the moans of pleasure coming from the both of them.
At last, John threw his head back and let out a loud, long groan, like a wolf howling at the moon. Abigail felt his release shooting into her as she came at the same time, hot rays of pleasure shooting from her core to every single part of her body.
Finally, he collapsed onto her, his head going limp as they both panted hard.
“Oh, John,” she sighed, closing her eyes as he lowered his head into the crook of her neck. His hot breath tickled her skin, and she reached up to run her fingers through his long black hair.
She said something under her breath, and John lifted his head to gaze into her eyes. “What’d you say?” He asked.
She let out a small laugh as she smiled, reaching over to his hat and placing it back on his head, “You’re my sexy wolf-man.”
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The End
(*This was my very first smut entry, I hope y’all enjoyed. Please lemme know what you guys thought!*)
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