#might...do dog headcanons if anyone wants em

[sunflowersandsapphires]

Self-Indulgent HCs

pairing(s): Frank Castle x fem!Reader, Matt Murdock x fem!Reader, Michael Kinsella x fem!Reader

summary: How each of the boys would care for you when you were sick, headcanons bc i am tired

warnings: non-graphic, general descriptions of sickness (just cold/fever, not covid)

a/n: this month was already rough on my allergies but i came down with quite possibly the worst cold I’ve ever had. (It’s literally so bad i had to use PTO instead of WFH days? I am literally dying.) I wrote this when I was feverish and couldn’t sleep to make myself feel better. I hope someone out there likes it 😭

Frank

I think Frank would worry a lot when his partner was sick.

He’s lost so many people and he doesn’t have a huge circle so i think it takes him by surprise a little.

But he’d do his best to hide his worries by going about his day and comforting you.

He’d get fresh produce from the store and make you delicious soup, pick up tissues and medicine for you, threaten anyone who tried to make you go into work

“Your boss still pullin’ that shit? Gimme the phone, let me talk to ‘em”

He loves being your big spoon anyways but he would not let you go if you looked or sounded ill. You’d be nestled carefully against his chest while he stroked your back until you fell asleep.

He’d keep you entertained by reading to you or watching whatever TV your fever-ridden mind is craving.

Above all, he wouldn’t leave your side until you were feeling better.

The smile on his face the next time you take him out would be brilliant. He’s just so happy that you’re here with him and feeling better.

Matt

Personally, i hate the idea of getting people sick more than actually being sick sometimes but i think this would especially be the case with Matt

His senses are so delicate, I wouldn’t want to fuck with him by being gross and loud or by getting him sick.

But there is no way this man isn’t the biggest self-sacrificing-mother-hen when someone he loves is sick.

He’d sense your illness before you would, and encourage you to take it easy and sleep a bit extra that week (above all, he’s a hypocrite.)

Of course, he’s a bit embarrassed of everything he can do, or maybe you don’t know the extent of what he is capable of, so he plays it off as “you’ve been working so hard lately, sweetheart, you need to take it easy.”

A day or two before the bug hits you like a truck, he’d come over with a bag from the pharmacy that’s just chock-full of DayQuil and Tea and cough drops and like a single bandaid

He poorly plays it off as “uh, your first aid kit was low, remember?”

Once you’re well and truly sick, he’d be stubborn as a mule if you tried to keep him away. You lock him out of your apartment? You wake up from a nap wrapped in a Devil-shaped blanket to find that someone picked your window lock.

At that point, you just cave and let him stay because you are so cold and he’s so so warm.

Mikey

Not afraid of using his puppy dog eyes to get you to stay home or in bed.

Also not afraid of crying wolf and pretending that he’s not feeling well to make you take a break

“Sorry, pet, my head is hammerin’. Think we could lay down fer a bit?”

Combined WITH the puppy eyes? You don’t stand a chance.

Though you usually take care of the housework while he’s dealing with his family’s business, he wouldn’t let you lift a finger until your temperature was normal and your voice came back.

It’s as if you’re the only person that exists to him, he’s running around trying to anticipate your every need.

It’s been a while since he’s dealt with the real world so he might ask Birdy for advice on how to care for a sick person.

Lots of home remedies (idk just vibes.)

He would have you lean against him in a scalding shower to clear your sinuses or draw you a nice bath.

Keep cool water and a cloth by the bed to bring your fever down.

Hand you cup after cup of tea until you have to threaten to tie him to the bed.

“Just lay with me, please”

“Of course, pet. Anything fer ya.”

#matt murdock #daredevil #matt murdock x reader #frank castle #matt murdock x you #my writing #charlie cox #the punisher #frank castle x reader #marvel #michael kinsella #mikey kinsella #jon bernthal #jon bernthal fanfiction #frank castle imagines #frank castle headcanon #frank castle headcanons #matt murdock headcanon #matt murdock x fem!reader #matt murdock fluff #matt murdock fanfic #frank castle x female reader #frank castle x f!reader #michael kinsella x reader #kin rte #mm #mk #fc

[borbsbirbs]

Remembrance (Chat Log 1)

{A "Totally Normal" Genshin Modern AU Chatfic ;)}

TW/CWs: School, Homework, mentions of Nightmares, and headcanons.

MASTERLIST

venti: yo @viator can i copy your homework for theater?

ajax: wait you guys have homework for theater? 

venti: yeye. memorization, scriptwriting and shit

Zhongli Lapis Dei: Aether, please don't let Venti copy your work.

Barbara⭐: Has anybody seen Aether or Lumine recently? 

xiao: something up?

Barbara⭐: No, it's just that Mister Dainsleif wanted to talk to them, but I can't find them anywhere...

venti: oh nooo are they ghostin us

venti: @viator @viatrix @viatwinz YOOOOO HOMEWORK PLZ

venti: nvm

Ningguang: I have some paperwork for them to fill out, but they haven't been coming to student council either. 

Pirate arrg: Wait do they usually skip or somethin

Ningguang: No, and why is your name

Pirate arrg: Oh wait this was a theater thing

Pirate arrg: And no, ven i won't let you copy my shit. 

Pirate arrg: not that it's good anyway lmao. different assignment

[Pirate arrg] has changed their name to [Beidou, baby]

Beidou, baby: There we go

Thoma: Sorry guys, has anyone seen Aether? I need him to grab some dog food for taroumaru but I cna't find him

Zhongli Lapis Dei: This could be rather problematic, for you see, neither Aether nor Lumine have been spotted recently. 

Thoma: ? I know they aren't missing. They're bedsheets aren't made, as per usual.

venti: oh yeah before i forget 

Thoma: *their

venti: @ajax u use the school counselor right

venti: what's their email again

ajax: ye it's [email protected]

ajax: u ight?

venti: yeah just weirdass nightmares i wanna sort out

venti: Something about dragons and abyss whatever.

venti: Wasn't scary, just... strange.

ajax: you know it's serious when you pull out hte punctuation.

ajax: sure i'll let em know you might call

~~~~~~~~

Direct Message: 

Aether Viator Genshin > Dainslef Twili

AVG: Is there something you need of me?

DT: in regards to your current status as students, I am aware I am not to show favor to neither you or Lady Lumine

AVG: Yes, and?

DT: The separation is getting weaker. Barbatos and Morax have shown signs of remembering parts of the Impact through nightmares.

DT: Should this pattern continue, I may have to step in.

AVG: That is fine. 

AVG: As of now, do everything you can to preserve this dream.

AVG: I'm finally back with Lumine.

AVG: And that's all that truly matters.

#genshin #genshin impact #venti genshin impact #thoma genshin impact #tartaglia genshin impact #borbs Remembrance #borbs chatfic #zhongli genshin impact #chatfic #genshin chatfic #angst #but not yet #xiao genshin impact #yeah this is a series hold tight #dainsleif genshin impact #aether genshin impact #hahah i hope i get foot traffic #please interact with me #borbs writes

[pxison]

Dirty A-Z headcanon game @sillygum asked: R and Z

Reiju

R - if Reiju is banging anyone it is probably planned. Gotta work around whatever the boys are doing unless she happens to have the time and space to be alone with her thoughts (a rarity). Though she will see who she finds the most attractive on a given night and put her rizz game to the max. And she'll be flattered if someone pursued her (not creeps obv.)

Z - She's got some obvious ones like the neck/behind the ear but ehr thighs are a place to target for sure. Grab and bruise her there because she can handle the pressure while nipping her neck? Panties would be getting wet for sure.

Ichiji

R - Plans an insane amount it's a wonder he'd enjoy the sex in the first place. Attaches a target to a specific gal and he'd be fuming if he didn't get what he wants by the end of the night. Doesn't like rejection and depending on the setting he might just take what he wants anyways the bastard.

Z - Hard to tell because he keeps his physical reactions under a tight wrap. Like all the boys he'd like his dick fiddled with even over clothes, but subtler spots would be the back of his neck and collarbones. He'd feel scandalized getting messed with in even a semi-public area, so it'd be taking a chance stirring his ire or his lust.

Niji

R - Not very planned at all, he sees a woman of his type it's over or if it's anyone pretty enough he'd still fuck regardless of if he's been high spun all day enough and needs a release violence can't scratch. He is worse than the other two boys because he'd hardly bother with flirting and go straight to being handsy. This has gotten his face marked up with handprints plenty of times before and he's not going to stop this dog behavior till he's dead.

Z - His side where his special little organ lays beneath. Just rubbing him there has him feeling charged and sensitive he'd rather not let anyone know about it unless it's by accident. Can get horny by just about anything but yoinking his very grabbable blue hair also does things for him the lil freak.

Yonji

R - Not really planned either but at least he may attempt to flex his muscles and flirt badly at women that catch his eye. Likes em' fiery so when he inevitably fails (as he does many times) he's left stung and disappointed. Would rather he'd have an enthusiastic partner that can take him and his girth but beggars can't be choosers and he is prone to falling for the awful behavior his older brothers commit to.

Z - Tits all the way. He's got the most sensitive nipples out there so twisting them or brushing the from over a shirt is more than enough for him to get interested. Motorboat him bite them he's down for whatever he'd let a pretty lady play with them hams any day. Ass is very smackable too, though I don't know if it counts for an erogenous zone or not, he'd be aroused by it either way so it probably does.

#sillygum #//asks #🥀Perchance to Feel🥀Headcanons #👑Calculative Genetics 👑 Headcanons - Ichiji #⚡Electric Feel⚡Headcanons - Niji #💪More Muscle Than Brains💪Headcanons - Yonji #//nsfw

[at-the-exd-of-everythixg]

U know what I wAS going to merely just write about Dae and Sal's new doggos but. I have instead decided to do...all of my kids. Ur welcome.

Ava: Still working as a PI, but now she takes more into helping ex Dragonflys out as well as bringing new members to where they belong. Much happier and better at controlling her powers and often keeps her biker sense of style but it practically never seen without her leather jacket that shows a mint green dragonfly surrounded by flames on the back.

Mimi: Has moved out of the pro wreslting life as she finally got to study and become a life guard. She's often happy to spend most of her time out there and teaching swim classes to kids in the winter time as well, not to mention relaxing at home with her pet fish, Gubby and Bubby.

Finn: Owner of Cotten Tail Bakery and is not only big handsome tall man, but sports a beard full time now and is no longer ashamed of his mutation. 6'3 and a doting rabbit man 👀. Peter is somehow still alive and Finn is now the proud father of a new Netherland Dwarf called Cookie. Peter os not amused at his new sister.

Pascal: Bigger Dog Dad Dilf than ever. Works full time in the dog shelter but now has accepted the good he can do at his own pace and this leads to Pascal often helping the animals get homes faster and at weekends, visiting hospitals to aid his visions. Cassandra now lives with Pascal as well as the fact that Pascal wears moonstone glasses to keep his eyes at bay, like a "Cooler and Hotter Scott Summers" Pascal quotes.

Mahogany: Now the Alpha of their Own Town, Mahogany happily takes those with powers in and has formed their own well known coup of super humans that have powers far beyond anyone else. Not to mention the fact that Mahogany has now begun to dabble in magic that could allow them to break through into other realms. Got hotter in the fact that they often have long braids to join the many scars decorating their body...and the fur from their beloved baby: Baby Daisy Dukes the big poofy white cat.

Edith: Proud second in command of the Valkyries. Loving life as she gets to visit other realms and ensures to always bring a souvenir back for Wulf and to hopefully not get herself and Ragnarok scarred up too much. Hair goes to the FLOOR baby we're repunzeling this shit along with the fact that she's covered in tattoos and flowers now. Has a lovely fellow warrior named Talitha that Edith has begun to court recently.

Wulf: Finest warhorse trainer in all of Asgard by now and has shifted along to guarding cattle to, which explains the long scars up his back and arms from barbed horns. Wulf occasionally visits other realms but has decided to lay back now and enjoys the connection he gained from the tempest of Earth and is more assured in what he wants for himself and his choices. Has taken to showing Asgard the songs of Earth and is the reason why "Bad Romace" by Lady Gaga has been sung at parties for four months now.

Adonai: Starting to thread themselves back together after years of damage. Merajo lives with them and Ava and the three live together, trying to reconcile over time. They have started a unique job of filling in for celebrities or politicians when needed and Doe actually quite enjoys a job that gets them admired and that means they don't have to kill as often as they used to. They stick with their own form more now, although Doe will take on other people's eyes and skin markings if they like them. If not with anyone for either of them (or maybe an ot3 hm???) Then Doe has begun to slowly date Mordecai again.

Lace: Finally getting off his medication after SHIELD and Xavier's and many court cases were filed against the people who made Lace's family for decades of human experimentation. On the positive side? He's finally getting good therapy and being trained with his powers. The bad side? Suddenly Lace is open about his feelings and it stings. Not to mention the fact that he can barely go around places without catching some paparazzi's eye. At least he still has Ferret and has been allowed to get a lot closer to his family, who also struggle with their broadened world.

Peach: She's starting to move past her truama and the first step of that was slicing her hair short into fluffy curls. Peach had decided that while she loved her other halves more than life itself, she needs to see the world for herself. Basically? Peach is on one long self discovery journey that involves her travelling around with water while sending home the occasional message when Morde and Dae worry too much. Peach dreams of being able to start a bar fight and come at her loser, her little brother and big brother will kick your ass when she yanks them though a pool. Very into the pirate outfits.

Mordecai: Has given into the curly life more now and suffers Fluffy Man syndrome only on weekends along with rocking his scars and prosthetics after Dae ripped his arm and leg off. He still sticks to the slitted skirts though and skips the sunglasses that would normally hide his eyes from people. Morde is more than thrilled to have Doe trying to reconnect and Morde has even begun to work at the pet shelter with Pascal since his powers come in handy with dealing with rowdy dogs...and because Morde still can barely stand most humans.

Dae: Still the curliest boy with the shyest smile, Dae has started to let his skin peel in order to show his diamonds out more and no longer worrying about human skin and blood. He killed Iris guys. Still likes to cook and helps Finn out at the bakery and now had a service St Bernard called Onyx, who is a very gentle giant and yet has the loudest bark ever as he waddles around and gently carries Honkers in his mouth often.

Sal: His sight has declined far enough that Sal eventually decided to shift to a smaller town where he could get better and...never really left? He's shifted to doing camera porn work to keep money going in while trying to figure out what he could do for himself more. Not only has he shifted into his country form, but Sal's lost enough eyesight over time that he ended up getting a guide dog, a rottweiler and golden retriever mix who he named Artemis...and who Sal nicknames Doodlebug. Sal's...happy, but mortified if he finds someone from a previous life.

#future verse #the leather bound angel (ava) #ocean powerhouse (mimi) #he has a heart made of cotton (finn) #he speaks of holy fates (pascal) #the monster of forgotten midnights (mahogany) #the living stardust (sal) #she was a rose without thorns (edith) #riding the wild winds (wulf) #sweet face sour taste (adonai) #he will set your fears free (lace) #underwater garden (peach) #dusk filled head (mordecai) #diamond of the rough (dae) #might...do dog headcanons if anyone wants em?? #Egg/Doodle/Onyx are the babies we need and deserve #jsjjsjs honestly im shocked no one clampurs for future kids...especially Sal. sal is so funny sksksk #went blind and hid himself away

[dreamkidddream]

Hello! Would it be alright to request Scenario 8 for Mammon? ♡♡ I dont know if you take like additional requests onto the prompt but itd be nice if the MC was very soft and never usually got into trouble themselves haha, but thats all! Hope this isnt too much sorry ;3;

Ever since the Doll!MC headcanons I have developed a soft spot for soft MC 😌💓 (I am so sorry for the cornyness lol) but this isn’t Doll!MC it’s just a soft MC. Ngl, I didn’t know whether this was interpreted as MC arguing or Mammon arguing and after rewriting this like 3 times I just went with soft MC being the one arguing. They’re still soft so hope that’s okay 😭! Reader is gender neutral!

Prompt Scenario: “Person B gets into a heated argument with someone. Person B begins threatening them, so Person A picks up Person B and carries/drags them out of the room before anyone gets hurts.” with Mammon!

You and Mammon went to the café after school to study and do some homework, after he convinced you that the “environment” would totally help him focus (where really it was for just a break and some time to spend with you, but you’re fine with that), and dragged you here. You’re trying to help him with his Hexes and Curses homework, but you two are having too much fun eating the variety of pastries and laughing together, so you suggested a quick break to get back focused.

“See MC, told ya this is a good idea!” Taking a bite of your slice of cake, he leaned back, arms folded behind his head. “And look at how much we’re getting done!” Well he wasn’t wrong, he does seem like he’s understanding the material more, and he’s actually getting some of his work done instead of putting it off like usual. Plus, he’s relaxed, genuinely smiling, and that’s enough for you to be smiling too.

“Well you were right! After all, they don’t call you the Great Mammon for nothing.”

“Y-Yeah! You got that right!” He couldn’t even hide the blush on his face quick enough, but you just laughed softly at him, eating some more. “Now, are you ready to do some more work? If we start now we might have time to-”

“Oh my Diavolo, do you ever shut up?”

You both froze, and Mammon looked past your head to pinpoint the source of the voice. Neither of you recognized the demon, but it didn’t take long for Mammon to growl at them. “Oi! Who the hell do you think you’re talking to-”

“Mammon please, it’s okay! I was probably being a little loud”, you tapped his hand and turned to face the demon. “Sorry about that! I didn’t mean to disturb you-”

“You’re really going to listen to this human? What are you, their dog?” He just laughed, wiping a fake tear from his eye. “You’re the Avatar of Greed, supposedly the strongest right under Lucifer himself, and you’re letting this tell you what to do? HAH! How pathetic.”

Mammon opened his mouth, no doubt ready to argue, but you beat him to it.

“Hey! You shouldn’t say that, he’s not pathetic!”

“He is if he’s lowering himself to your standards. Geez, even following that shady wizard Salmon would've been better than this."

"Actually, his name is Solomon, and that's not very nice to say either-"

"Does it look like I care? Cause I don't. All you humans are the same to me anyway; always beneath me."

You just sighed and turned back around, he isn't worth the trouble. Even after your time down here, while most demons have come to terms with bettering the relationship between you two, some still held onto their beliefs and were highly against it. Mammon was fuming across the table, slamming his textbook closed and shoving whatever papers he could inside his bag. He's trying to keep his cool, but just hearing the words coming out of his mouth is making his patience run thin, and he doesn't need to lose control in front of you. "C'mon MC, let's go."

"Huh, Mammon, you sure? We haven't finished our work yet."

"It's fine, we can do it at home. Besides, it's almost time for dinner and Satan's makin' dried blackberry newt legs, and I don't want Beel to eat 'em all again!"

You couldn't stop the guilt from bubbling in your stomach after you saw the fake smile he sent your way, but you understood. Your time was spoiled by this stranger, but you promise to make it up to him in anyway you can! His hand was already on the door, pushing it open-

"Tch, no wonder everybody sees you as a disgrace."

“Oh yeah?! Come say that to my fac-” He spun around, moving his way towards the man-

“What is your problem?”

Mammon is shocked. You, the most delicate and soft-spoken person he’s ever came in contact with, who never gets in trouble, so kind that he swears that you’re an real angel, who hated any type of conflict, is actively arguing in his defense.

"You all are always picking on him, always attacking him for no reason! It's not right, it's not fair, and he doesn't deserve that kind of treatment!" You couldn't stop the tears welling up in your eyes. "Why can't you see how much that hurts him? Why can't you bring yourself to care?! Just because you're a demon doesn't mean you have to act so heartless!"

Now the café was going quiet, both customers and employees looking on at the dispute.

"You're just being so mean, acting so ugly, and for no reason too! You're talking about how much a disgrace he is, but look at how you're acting. If anything, you're the one being a disgrace right now."

"Do you think I'm going to let a weakling like you talk down to me?!"

"And you think I'm going to let you keep attacking Mammon?!"

“Oh yeah, what are you gonna do about it if I do? Cry some more?”

"No, but what I will do is- EEP!"

You couldn't stop the squeak coming from your lips as you felt yourself being swept off your feet, literally. You got even more flustered when you saw Mammon's exposed chest and felt just how hot his skin was against yours. You felt the breeze of the Devildom air hit your face, and then remember seeing everything in a blur as he took off in the night sky.

---

"Hey MC, you okay?"

Mammon stood outside your door with your dinner, fidgeting and shuffling nervously foot to foot. Once you two got home, you stormed to your room, tears barely being held back. He went to follow suit, but was stopped by the others who were both worried and ready to rip him a new one all at once. After being grilled and explaining everything, Lucifer ordered everyone to leave you be for now, and that he will personally see to having this matter resolved. Mammon didn't even eat for dinner, instead taking your plate and rushing to your room, waiting.

He knocked softly on your door again, with no response. That's fine, he'll wait out here all night if he needs to. "I'm sorry about tonight. I-I messed up, I should have stepped in sooner. I'm suppose to be your protector, your first man, and I screwed that up. How am I suppose to be there for you if I can't even protect ya from something like this?"

He doesn't know when the tears started welling in his eyes or when they started to roll down his cheeks, but he didn't care. It wasn't important right now. "Just- I'm sorry, MC. Give me another chance! I care- I care too much about ya to let something happen to you, and I just knew that if we stayed there any longer, I-I don't know what would've happened."

And he wasn't lying. He's the brother known for his patience, and the only one besides Asmo that hasn't transformed out of anger to you, but he could feel his restrain slipping away the more he listened to that man. He couldn't remember the last time he lost his temper and transformed besides from today, and the only thing he could think of is getting you both out of that situation, before he does something that he might regret (or at least, regret doing it in front of you).

"And you stuck up for me, for me, of all people. I don't know how many people would do that", he gave a dry chuckle. "I don't wanna lose you, MC. Even if-if you stay mad at me forever, I won't stop protecting you. I won't stop caring for you. I won't stop loving you-"

The door opened and he dropped the food, after you jumped onto him and he had to catch you. His heart cracked after he heard you sobbing, but he was left dumbfounded after you could hear you laughing too.

"Oh M-M-Mammon, I love you too!"

You weren't mad at him, nowhere near. It's just that you could feel your heart breaking every time this happened, and you never understood why people had to make him their personal punching bag all the time. You hated how everyone treated him like he was unimportant, just a waste of time, and you don't know how many times you almost cried because of it. He always tried to brush it off like it was nothing, and show you a quick smile to try and change the subject, but you could tell that those comments do get to him, no matter how much of a facade he tries to put on.

Peppering his face with kisses, he didn't have it in him to shove you away (not like he was going to anyway, your kisses are to die for). But you still needed to eat, and he wanted to see your face light up when you see that he saved some leftover cake for you guys to share.

After he's done getting attacked and berated, you're always there to pick him up afterwards. Hugging him tightly, murmuring words of comfort, anything that can lift his spirits and show that he's cared for. You always do your best to make sure that he knows that he is loved, even if it's just you showing him. You let it be known that he deserves better, he doesn't deserve that kind of treatment, and you always make sure that you do everything in your power to remind him of that.

He thinks that it’s time to return the favor, and tonight would be a good opportunity to start.

#obey me x reader #obey me reader insert #obey me mammon x reader #mammon x reader #reader x obey me #reader x mammon #mammon x mc #obey me #obey me swd #dream’s 100 + 200 followers prompt special 💙

[themarauderstheoutsidersandpeggy]

Harry potter dating Sirius's daughter hcs??? 😆😆😆😄😄

god yes

no because your dad would be so happy??

“MY CHILD IS DATING MY BEST FRIEND’S CHILD OH MY GOD”

at first you tried keeping it quiet

because you weren’t sure how your dad would react, tbh

you were worried he wouldn’t want it, that it would be too weird to see his kid dating someone they were in diapers with

but

sirius finds out everything

you and harry are sitting on the couch in the common room, pretty late one night

and because there’s no one else there you’re able to get pretty close and not worry about making anyone uncomfortable

you’re actually sitting on his lap, facing him while your head rests on his shoulder

honestly you’re just sitting together, not talking, not studying, not listening to music, just drinking each other in

and remus, who did NOT tell you that he would be visiting staff/specific students for the day, walks in to see the two of you together

listen remus doesn’t panic okay

he’s so smooth about it

he just kinda smiles and is like ah i really do owe minerva 5 galleons

remus definitely spills the news to sirius

like i said before, sirius is ecstatic

he’s so glad that mini-sirius likes mini-james even more than he liked james 

he honestly feels like the two of you are carrying on the legacy of their friendship, even if it goes beyond friendship

harry might even start to live at grimmauld place (ignoring the protection thing from the books bc i think it’s dumb <3)

but sirius is a little wary of the two of you getting too close

probably lets you sleep in the same room, but puts your room close to his so that he can hear if anything intense happens

when you get older, it’s not so bad, but when you’re still underage he is not looking for any of that kind of thing to happen

probably crashes your dates because it’s just so fun

you’re going for a picnic? bring your giant black dog along, it’ll be fun!

probably helps the both of you with anniversary/birthday gifts

probably buys the two of you anniversary/birthday gifts lmao

couldn’t be more thankful that you two found happiness with each other, because again, it makes him feel like him and james are still friends and that their relationship is still thriving

it’s just such a familiar atmosphere for him being around someone so much like james and he couldn’t be happier that it’s you he found

:’)

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do you have some dadjima x pregnant partner headcanons maybe?? thank you soo, love your blog and all your hcs :)

Dadjima on the brain 24/7 💞 Let’s see... This ended up being long again, so it’s under the cut! ✨

First things first, when his partner breaks the news to Majima, he’s honestly stunned to speechlessness. It’s not a surprise baby, they both agreed to start trying to conceive, because he knows better than to leave family planning to chance. But he’s just... overwhelmed, now that the idea of fatherhood is actually becoming a reality. Overwhelmed, but so very happy.

However, with all that happiness comes the worrying. On top of the doubts he’s got about himself, he also knows just how delicate the baby is, especially in the first trimester. He tries to be exceedingly, uncharacteristically gentle even when just hugging his partner and he feels guilty when morning sickness comes around, knowing there’s little he can do to help. He can at least be there, for comfort and moral support, even if it means turning up late to the odd clan meeting.

Speaking of those, I don’t think he’d rush to inform his family or his superiors about the pregnancy. Rumors spread fast as is and who knows what malicious ears that might also be listening. The first time he ever drops a hint is to Nishida, when he’s given a list of new hires to approve and instead of actually checking their qualifications, he fixates only on their names. 

“Naruki... how’s that sound to ya, Nishida? Would’ja name yer son that?” 

Now, Nishida’s no fool, why else would the boss bring up baby names if ane-san wasn’t... well, but also because he’s no fool, he isn’t going to let on that he’s figured it out. He just smiles and tries to give honest, heartfelt advice. Maybe subtly drop in some girls’ names too, as he knows Majima’s soft spot too well.

Also in the first trimester, Majima is very susceptible to puppy dog eyes, especially if he’s coming home in the middle of the night and his partner’s still wide awake, really yearning for some salt and vinegar chips... Technically he shouldn’t, junk food can’t be good for the baby... but then again his own body practically runs on junk food, is he really one to talk? Also, if anyone deserves a treat, shouldn’t it be the mother of his children? ...Fuck it, he makes a run to the conbini and comes back with enough snacks for both of them to munch on until they finally fall asleep, around the break of dawn. 

Okay so he’s kinda wanted to do this since day one, but it’s once his partner starts showing that he just can’t hold back any more: always plural now, for every greeting. “How’re my darlings doin’? Did my girls sleep well? You two feelin’ okay?” Maybe the little one is still too small to hear his words, but Majima reckons that the sooner they’re included in the family, the more they’ll feel their parents’ love. 

And all while his child’s still in the womb, he tries to speak to them often, even jokingly calling on them as a tie-breaker when he and his partner disagree on something.

“Ain’t so sure about that, maybe we should ask our lil’ man here... or lil’ lady“ as he gently pats the belly hoping for a kick in response.

So I spoke about Majima not being able to hold back tears for that very first kick, but how would it happen? I think it would be on one of their lazy movie nights, where they’re just cuddled up together on the couch, Majima playing the big spoon and holding his spouse tight, hands smoothing idly over the bump... And, well, it’s a zombie movie - seen one, seen ‘em all, right? (don't tell Majima that!) 

So maybe his partner dozes off... only to later wake up to someone trying his damnedest to stifle a sob against their shoulder, his cheek wet and his eye so misty. He can’t even form words to explain why he’s crying and he gets even more embarrassed seeing how much he’s scaring his partner, but he eventually manages to croak out: "...her little foot... I... I felt... her..."

Ohhhh. Watch him let the tears run for real as the words "she's just excited to meet her daddy" do the exact opposite of calming him down. He’s crying harder... but he's just as excited to meet her, for sure 💙

And when it comes to said bump, he’d waste no time reassuring his partner that they’re just as, if not even more beautiful than before. Since really nothing compares to the warm glow of his beloved’s body, busy growing the most amazing gift to ever enter their lives. 

Kisses and caresses? You bet. Yoga and pre-natal exercises? He’s a flexible guy and he wants to show solidarity, so why not. Oils to keep the skin soft and healthy as it stretches? Majima knows absolutely nothing about that, but he’ll learn, the same way he’s learned most of his skills in life: by persevering and giving it his all.... and also by looking it up on the Internet (another little tip from Nishida)

As the birth approaches, he puts extra thought into what first toy he’s gonna present the baby with. In his mind he’s already drunk on happy fantasies of it becoming the kid’s favourite plushie, much loved, much worn, carried with them just about everywhere... that’s exactly why it’s gotta be something good! Do they still make Bun-chans? he wonders. If so, then he’s not leaving the arcade until he’s got one in every colour and especially the jumbo size 💙💙💙 Ahh lotsa paragraphs again... goes to show just how much the image of Maji as a dad has consumed my mind. Thank you for the ask and the kind words, I hope these fill the Dadjima needs! 

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Okay so this is a little baby one shot  based on my mental health advocate!mickey headcanon that I posted a little while back. I used to write a lot for various fandoms back in high school, but it’s been a while since I’ve written anything, and even longer since I’ve shared anything I’ve written with anyone other than @lewslew, so please be nice- I definitely have some room to grow with characterization and timing. 

This is taking place post-finale, so I’ve taken some liberties regarding what everyone ends up doing after the series. In my mind, Mickey and Ian buy the Gallagher house themselves, because they’re Southside boys at heart and they need a backyard for their dog (duh). But they’re waiting on their Westside lease to end, so Lip, Tami and Liam are staying in the house while Lip and Debbie fix it up and renovate a little (you can find my whole hc on what everyone’s up to post-series here). I was talking to @iansfreckles a while back about a possible Gallagher/Tamietti family dinner- I’m so interested in how this would go and how the families’ dynamics would interact. SO, this takes place at said Gallagher/Tamietti family cookout, right as Lip and Tami are moving out of the house, and Ian and Mickey are moving in. Cami and Brad’s kids are with Aunt Oopie, I dunno I didn’t want to write them haha. 

Content warning: ignorant/rude comments about individuals with mental illnesses and language akin to that of the show

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Tami had almost said no when Cory asked to bring her new boyfriend to the Gallagher house. Between the Gallagher and Tamietti families, there were going to be plenty of big personalities under one roof, as is. But Cory had actually asked this time, and she had just babysat Fred during a last minute highlight appointment. Tami had reluctantly agreed and her sister had seemed so happy that she almost forgot her hesitation. 

Looking back, Tami’s decision was questionable. Lip had been able to prepare his family for the rest of the Tamietti’s, explaining the family dynamics and topics to avoid. Chad was a wildcard.

He had burst through the front door laughing loudly beside Brad and Cami, who didn’t seem to think the joke was as funny as Chad did. Cory and Bob followed them in, annoyance clear on Bob’s face. Tami and Lip moved to the door to greet their visitors, Tami depositing Fred in Carl’s lap, where he was sitting on the couch. Carl immediately grabbed the toddler under his arms, grinning at him and lifting him up above his head, making propellor noises on his way down. 

This, this is what Tami had wanted her family to see. The Tamiettis had made it clear that while they tolerated Lip, they thought Tami could do better. They thought he was ill equipped to help raise a family, constantly doubting his ability to provide, and his dedication to his family. Tami had tried to explain Lip’s role in his own family- the patriarch of the Gallagher home, a man who had been taking care of people for his entire life. Perhaps the only way for the other Tamiettis to see the value in the Gallagher side of Fred’s family, was to observe it first hand.

Lip made it to the Tamiettis first, shaking Bob’s hand and taking the handful of bags and jackets that were thrust into his arms. 

“No show Brad!” Tami cheered, hugging her sisters, “You made it!” 

Brad rolled his eyes, lightly clapping Tami on the shoulder, “Yeah, yeah, I’m here.”

Cory turned towards her sister, a wide smile on her face, “Tam, this is Chad, the guy I was telling you about?” 

Tami turned to shake his hand, finally giving him a good look. Truth be told, he looked like every other guy Cory had seriously dated- some tall, brunette, conventionally attractive, straight laced kind of guy. He didn’t seem any different from the other business majors, fraternity boys and bar bouncers that Cory had intruded her to. 

“Tami right? So great to meet you, thanks for inviting me!” 

“Of course, nice to meet you too! Come on in, you guys!” 

The Tamiettis settled into the living room, Cami choosing the seat next to Carl, cooing down to Fred, “There’s my favorite nephew! How are you sweet boy?” 

She ran a gentle hand across Fred’s head before introducing herself to Carl, “I’m Cami, Tami’s sister.” Carl swallowed a smirk at the rhyming names, nodding, “Carl, Lip’s brother.”

“Ah, the one buying the house?” 

“Nah, that’s Ian and Mickey, they’re upstairs somewhere. I’m the cop,” Carl stated proudly.

“Fuck the police!” Mickey’s voice called into the living room in response, as a flash of red and black hair came tumbling down the stairs. All the Tamiettis turned to watch Mickey jog through the living room with Franny on his shoulders, Ian chasing after them. 

“Get him Uncle Mickey!” Franny squealed, “He’s gonna catch us!”

“I’m a little busy running, kid. Hit ‘em or somethin’,” Mickey grunted, scrambling to hand his niece a rubber ball previously balanced on the back of the couch. 

Franny wound up her arm, tossing the ball at Ian’s head with all her six year old might, “Take that, Uncle Ian! You’re dead!”

Ian groaned dramatically, clutching his face and sliding onto the ground. He let out a theatrical sign and closed his eyes, finally defeated. 

Franny cheered as Mickey lifted her off his shoulders, “We did it! We killed him!” Franny dropped down to the ground to check that Ian had accepted his defeat, poking him in the back with the toe of her shoe.

Mickey gave her a crinkly grin, the kind he reserved for Franny and Ian alone- unguarded and childlike. “Sure did! Pretty badass if you ask me.” 

Ian got to his feet, tickling Franny’s stomach as he addressed the room, “Hey, sorry we were in the middle of… a game.” 

“Liquor store robbery!” Franny cheerfully announced. 

 Franny began introducing herself to the unfamiliar faces, sharing that she was in the first grade, enjoyed playing with guns, and wanted to be a welder like her mommy when she grew up. As Liam and Debbie descended the stairs, and the rest of the Gallaghers and Tamiettis introduced themselves, Tami marveled at how smoothly things seemed to be going. No one was yelling, or aggressively drunk, or making a thinly veiled classist comment- yet. 

The two families quickly settled into a comfortable chatter of introductions and the conversation, surprisingly, continued to flow without a hitch. They soon made their way outside, where Debbie and Bob chatted while manning the grill. The other family members scattered across the yard- Liam sat in a lawn chair typing on a laptop, occasionally asking Lip for grammar advice. Ian, in the middle of telling some wild story from his EMT days, was fully emerged in conversation with the rest of the Tamietti family while Mickey and Carl considered how many crimes Carl could theoretically arrest him for, arguing over how many years Mickey would have to serve. 

Everything was great- until Chad decided to open his mouth. They had finished dinner and were crammed into the living room, escaping the Chicago windchill. Chad was sharing one of his own work stories from the construction site he worked on, describing a man who had wandered onto the site and started yelling at Chad and some of his coworkers that week.

“Totally off his rocker,” Chad commented, “He kept telling us about how we were tearing down his house, and that he didn’t give us permission to do this. Just screaming at us, swearing, and he wouldn’t listen when we kept telling him that he trespassing, y’know? Just super crazy- needed a fucking Xanax or something.” 

Ian tensed, fiddling with the ring on his left hand while the other Gallaghers exchanged pointed glances. Tami began to interrupt, clearly in attempt to change the subject, but Chad continued. 

“The next day,” he explained, “the very next day, he came up to us and was asking to bum a smoke, like he didn’t fucking flip his crazy ass on us yesterday, I swear he must’ve been like bipolar or something, acting like we were old pals. Must’ve gotten carted off or killed or something, haven’t seen him since.” 

While the Tamiettis offered a polite chuckle, the Gallaghers remained silent. 

Mickey, who had been sitting on the couch next to Ian, looked up from his folded hands. “So you got something against bipolar people? It’s a fucking mental illness man.” 

Chad smiled, backtracking, “Hey, nah, calm down. He’s just some crazy homeless dude, who cares?” 

“He’s not just some crazy guy, he’s a person with a disease, the fuck’s wrong with you?” Mickey asked. 

Ian placed a hand on his husband’s shoulder shaking his head. “Mick, it’s fine. It doesn’t matter.”

Eyebrows raised comically high, Mickey stood and crossed his arms. “Um, fuck that, it does matter! You’re not a fucking punchline Ian. This is our house, yours and mine, and no one’s going to be talking like that in my house. Obviously no one else is going to say something, and you shouldn’t have to, so I will. I won’t stand for that shit.”

The Tamiettis exchanged horrified looks as the Gallaghers mostly just looked at the floor. Finally Lip spoke up from where he was standing by the TV, “Mental health is uh… a sensitive subject around here. We just… we take it seriously, y’know? First hand experiences and shit.” 

Cory opened her mouth to speak but she quickly stopped when she saw Tami swiftly shake her head in her direction, suggesting she stay out of it. 

Mickey lightly rubbed his eyebrow, “Yo, douchebag, apologize or get the hell out of my house.”

Chad raised his hands in surrender, “I didn’t realize it was such a big deal man, sorry.”

Mickey rolled his eyes with a huff, turning on his heel to walk towards the back of the house. Wordlessly, Ian followed him out the back door, leaving the living room in a heavy silence.

After a moment, Chad breaks the silence, “Look, I really didn’t mean to start something, I was just telling a story. Should I go out and apologize again, try to talk about it?”

“I wouldn’t do that,” Liam replied, “You should give Mickey some time to cool off.” 

“Yeah,” Lip agreed, “I wouldn’t follow them out. Mickey… he gets protective? Always has been, of Ian. Our mom was bipolar, and so’s Ian. He’s stable, doing great, but he’s, uh, he’s been through a lot. It’s just not good joke material around here.”

Chad nodded, silence overtaking the room again. Franny looked up from her coloring book, clearly bored with the turn the night had taken.

“I’m gonna go play with Uncle Mickey and cheer him up!” 

Debbie chuckled from her seat across the room, “Yeah, go bring them some beers Franny.” 

“Okay!” Franny chirped, hopping to her feet and skipping into the kitchen. Debbie gave a soft smile as she watched her daughter, on the way to hang out with her favorite uncles. 

-

From his seat on the back stairs, Ian watched Mickey pace through the yard, grumbling about “Fucking Northside yuppies… and their ignorant bigoted asses… what the fuck is wrong with people?” He glanced over at Ian, his expression softening when he noticed the defeated look on Ian’s face. Mickey paused his pacing, coming to sit next to Ian on the steps. 

“I’m sorry, I know I prolly embarrassed you. Was I out of line man? I just got so fucking mad,” Mickey quietly mumbled, looking down at his hands in his lap. 

Ian gently shook his head, “Don’t apologize. You weren’t out of line… I think I’m just disappointed, y’know? That comments like that still get to me? I should be over it by now, every reminder that I’m sick or different shouldn’t still sting like that. And why do I have to be the one that the conflict and the drama revolves around? Why not fucking Carl or Liam or god… anyone else just for once?

Mickey’s expression softened even further. He nudged his knee into Ian’s leg, “What’s that shit you told me when Terry died? Trauma doesn’t always make fucking sense and recovery isn’t… oh shit, what’s the word? Linear! Recovery isn’t linear. Doesn’t make you fucking weak, just means you’ve been through some shit.”

“Yeah. I guess it was easier to tell you that than it is to tell myself.” 

Mickey hummed in agreement and the two sat in silence for a moment before the back door creaked open. A tiny red head shoved her way through the doorway, arms wrapped tightly around two bottles, frosty with condensation. Franny sat down on the steps between them, silently handing her uncles their beers. Ian accepted his with a dry chuckle, thanking her. Mickey ruffled her hair, offering a small smile. The voices from inside had faded and the night was relatively calm, other than the occasional siren or dog barking. 

Franny, not looking particularly concerned, looked up at them to ask, “Uncle Mickey, why’d you get mad at that guy?”

Mickey rubbed at his eyebrow and let out a sigh. He looked towards Ian, a silent request for him to take the lead on this conversation. He was confident in his ability to discuss the stupidity of princesses or the importance of wearing gloves during a legitimate liquor store robbery with his niece. He knew how to play, and joke, and how to be there when she woke up from a bad dream, stumbling down the stairs with bedhead and snotty tears. Mickey had grown into his role as an uncle, but he still doubted his ability to talk about the tough stuff with anyone other than Ian. 

Ian cleared his throat, taking a second before asking, “Franny, do you know what it means to make a joke at someone else’s expense?” 

Franny’s eyebrows scrunched together and she shook her head. 

“It’s when you make a joke to kind of make fun of someone else. Like to tease them. Y’know how we make cop jokes around Uncle Carl because he’s a cop?”

She nodded, and Ian continued, “That guy… Aunt Tami’s sister’s boyfriend, was making a joke and it ended up being at my expense. That’s what made Uncle Mickey mad. He didn’t mean to make fun of me, but he kind of did. That’s all. Uncle Mickey was just sticking up for me.”

Franny sat for a moment, deep in thought. “I didn’t know he was talking about you.”

“No, he wasn’t. Not directly. He was telling a story about someone else. But he made a comment about him being bipolar. D’you remember when we talked about that? That I have bipolar disorder?” 

Franny nodded, “That’s why you take your special medicine.”

Ian continued, “A lot of people don’t really understand what that means, and sometimes they make jokes about it that aren’t really funny. They’re just kind of… mean. So that’s why we got upset.”

Franny considered this for a minute and asked, “Do you want me to go tell mommy? She says I should tell her if someone’s being mean. She can fix it.” 

Ian smiled a little, patting her little back and shaking his head, “Nah, mommy already knows, she heard. And I think Uncle Mickey did a pretty good job telling him that what he said was wrong.” 

Mickey let out a sarcastic laugh, “And I got more to say to that piece of shit if I ever see his Northside yuppy fucking face again.”

“I think he got the point Mick,” Ian sighed, “Don’t waste your time.” 

Franny shrugged “Mommy and Uncle Lip and Aunt Tami were all still talking in there when I left. Mommy told me it was a good idea for me to come out here.” 

Mickey grabbed Ian’s hand, bumping their shoulders together. “Whatcha wanna do, man? We can head back to the apartment, go to the Alibi and get tanked, I don’t care, it’s up to you.”

“Don’t know, I’m tired of running from things. And you were right Mick, it’s our fucking house. Could we just sit out here for a little while?” Mickey ran a thumb across Ian’s hand and mumbles so quietly, in that voice he only uses with Ian- “‘Course we can”

Having completed her task of delivering beers, Franny stood up and put her hands on her hips, “I’m going to go inside, I won’t let anyone be mean to you Uncle Ian.”

Ian looked up to lock eyes with his niece, “I appreciate it Fran, thanks.” 

She stood up and gave Ian a kiss on the top of his head, no doubt a gesture she’d picked up from some other family member, likely Mickey or Fiona. Ian smiled as she turned away to walk back into the kitchen.

After a few minutes Ian jerked his head towards the door, “Y’ready?” 

Mickey hummed in agreement, standing and offering back his hand to help Ian up. They walked over the threshold of the kitchen into a conversation clearly about Mickey’s exchange with Chad. The Tamiettis were all sitting down in the living room, with the Gallaghers mostly standing, leaning against the various remaining surfaces. Lip’s hands were in his hair, a plain indication of his frustration and exhaustion. Tami abruptly stopped talking, in the middle of what seemed like an impassioned rant. She seemed unsure of how to continue now that Ian and Mickey had reentered the house. Debbie, sat on the couch with Franny in her lap, was scowling, while Liam absently stared at the wall, clearly wishing he were anywhere else. Carl quickly walked into the kitchen from where he had been leaning up against the living room door frame, clapping Ian on the shoulder.

“Hey, why don’t you guys go take a walk or something for a sec- I think Lip and Tami have it handled.”

Lip spoke up from the living room, “Yeah, it’s okay.”

Mickey tensed, bracing himself. “No, it’s not fucking okay Phillip-“

Lip grumbled something about that not being what he meant, shaking his head, while Ian quietly interrupted his husband, forcing him to make eye contact. 

“No, it’s not, but I don’t want to just keep going over it, Mick. I’m not in the mood to educate him. I’m not saying it’s okay, but I want to move on. Lip can handle it.”

Carl nodded and repeated himself, “Go take a walk, come back in ten. Lip and Tami got it.” 

He reached into his pocket, pulling out a joint and pressing it into Ian’s palm with a smirk. 

“Rolled this for later, you guys take it.”

Ian raised an eyebrow at Mickey, who let out a sigh with a slouch, “Fine. Be back in ten.”

-

The two of them return to the backyard, Tami’s yelling resumed, her voice carrying all the way outside. 

 “M’sorry, I know I keep talkin’ when you just want it to be over with,” Mickey mumbled, looking down at the dead grass in the vacant lot beside the house.

 Ian grabbed him by the back of his neck, fingers brushing through Mickey’s short hair, “Hey, no. I… I appreciate you sticking up for me- seriously. I’m just tired… tonight’s not supposed to be about me y’know? It’s supposed to be about Lip and Tami, and Fred, not me. I just wanted to be Lip’s brother tonight, not the crazy brother, the sick brother. I just don’t wanna be the one that causes the issues anymore.” 

“You didn’t cause this Ian. You being bipolar didn’t fucking cause this- that asshole, opening his mouth and not knowing when to shut it- that’s what caused it. I get that you just wanna let it go, and I will, but if he say’s something else-“

“If he says something else you can beat the shit out of him.”

Mickey grinned, looking up to meet Ian’s gaze. “Fucking fantastic. You wanna smoke this bitch?” 

He grabbed the joint out of Ian’s hand and pulled a lighter from his flannel’s front pocket.

Ian finally cracked a smile, one that actually reaches his eyes, “Free weed? Fuck yeah.”

Mickey tossed the lighter to Ian, who caught it and lit the joint with a practiced flick. He took a couple hits and closed his eyes, smiling again as he exhaled the smoke. He handed the lit joint over to Mickey, along with his lighter and jerked his head in the direction of the van in the backyard, “Wanna go sit?” 

Mickey nodded and breathed in a sharp inhale, heading in the direction of the passenger seat door. 

Ian climbed up into the drivers seat, letting out a deep sigh, “Feel like I’m in high school again- sneaking around with you, trying to find somewhere to be alone.” Mickey chuckled and passed the joint back over.

 They smoked in silence for a while, Ian nudging Mickey with his elbow as the ember approaches the filter, “You want the last hit?” 

“Nah man, that’s yours,” Mickey shakes his head.

Ian took it, stubbing out the butt on the van’s dashboard and tossing it onto the floor. 

“Still wanna kick his ass?” He asked, lazily turning his head towards Mickey with a grin.

Mickey rolled his eyes, “I think I can contain myself.”

“Yeah?” Ian breathed, inching his face closer to his husband’s. The moon, freshly risen, highlighted Ian’s face, illuminating the dash of freckles across his nose.

Mickey didn’t answer, opting to close the distance between them, pressing a soft kiss to Ian’s lips. Ian’s hand came up to cradle Mickey’s face, thumb gently brushing his cheek.

And if they didn’t make it back inside for a while, so be it. 

#this makes me a little nervous ngl #its fine #im fine #my writing #my fic #shameless fic #shameless fanfic #shameless fanfiction #gallavich #gallavich fanfic #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #lip gallagher #fiona gallagher #franny gallagher #carl gallagher #debbie gallagher #liam gallagher #tami tamietti #fred gallagher

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she is very long so. enjoy😌

- Steve n Bucky going to the bodega down the street from their apartment. it’s open till like 4am and they go at all hours. sometimes they’ll go separately but they always go together when they go in between 12-4 am and no one who works there questions why

- they get a cat that they treat her like their child. it’s Alpine ofc😌 steve loves her so much but he knows it’s Bucky’s Cat and he’s fine with it

- you know how some siblings or partners or friends can communicate with their eyes and basically have telepathy? they totally have that and it annoys the shit out of every single person they meetjdksndks. someone will be talking to them and they will just make eye contact with each other bc it reminded them of an earlier convo they had or they both got annoyed by the other person or it reminds them of an inside joke or something and it just irritates EVERYONE. no one is able to intercept it and it’s just a thing that no matter what - even though they don’t mean to - you’ll feel a little left out when you’re with steveandbucky. it just comes with the gig. i like to imagine that depending on if it’s an au or not, its either really obvious or not. like in an au then yes it’s obvious they can have non verbal conversations, but if it’s not an au then it’s not entirely obvious bc they’re enhanced humans and they know how to hide their secret conversations. but everyone they talk to is essentially an enhanced human or has special abilities so it’s obvious to them and they catch them in the act LOL. if they’re interacting with regular people then it’s not very obvious though

- DATE NIGHT!!! yes they’re old yes they have date night. when they go out it’s usually to places in their neighborhood, but a lot of the time they like to stay in bc. they’re old men <3 steve is better at cooking and bucky is better at baking bc you can get creative with cooking and steve likes that more. he enjoys baking a lot too but he thinks bucky’s stuff tastes better. whenever they stay home though there’s ALWAYS a movie. always. they alternate choosing but there is always a movie to watch. bucky usually falls asleep nearing the end and steve plays with his hair😌 he rolls his eyes cause it happens every time but he actually likes when it happens bc he can braid strands of hair together

- pet names oh my god. so many pet names. every single one. mainly from bucky. steve uses them but maybe like two. he favors sweetie and buck and that’s it really. sometimes he uses hon. bucky though oh my god. every single pet name under the sun. so many variations of doll you wouldn’t believe - baby doll ofc, dolly, stevie doll. sweetheart. sweetness. blondie. pretty boy. hot stuff. stevie. baby. hon. honey. sunshine. angel. it’s just so many. and it’s like very sickening insane twisted etc but hot at the same time. most people are like jeez barnes do you ever shut up… but most of these people secretly think it’s a little hot theyre thinking damn where is that affection for me…. i need me a bucky barnes :| steve is the only smitten kitten outwardly even if he huffs and puffs sometimes but it’s obvious he enjoys it. like they are so annoyingjdkssn for real they aren’t a pda couple really but the petnames….. so many. so so so many it’s sickeningly sweet but bucky dgaf! steve is his sweetheart his dolly his baby his angel so he’s going to call him these things!

- steve knows his body is what is considered “perfect” but he still is insecure about it around most people and bucky knows this so when steve lounges at home in bucky’s boxer briefs and his own tee shirt or he kicks off his pants when he’s too hot at night in bed bucky is reminded of just how much steve loves him and feels comfortable around him which is something he always strives for - to make steve comfortable. not baby him because steve bitches at anyone that does that to him but to make him feel comfortable

- and on the subject of feeling comfortable i imagine that they always check in with one another but it’s very subconscious they hardly realize they do it. like steve will bitch at bucky to pick up his shoes from their doorway or to clean his hair from the shower drain but the next second he will ask him if his back still hurts from being kicked by sam and from where steve AND alpine scratched him (in very different ways)

- steve is the sweater husband and bucky is the sweatshirt husband. they trade off a lot but that’s just how their closets look

- steve takes a liking to crop tops 😌 but ONLY around the house bc again he’s really truly only comfortable around bucky. he wears em with boxer briefs or sweatpants but you can guarantee that the briefs and sweats usually just end up on the floor 9 out of 10 times

- hair ties everywhere. they can be found on the floor in the laundry in their bed in the couch on top of the fridge on their fire escape. they are literally everywhere. steve just picks them up and puts them in the bathroom but they always make their way back. he doesn’t say anything to bucky until he finds alpine chewing one and she ends up smacking herself in the face with the hairtie

- their fridge is always full with leftovers and food from sam or clint’s or whoever’s house or takeout. they always eat it all but they get and make a lot of food so the fridge is always full

- subconsciously bucky always has a hand on the back of steve’s neck. like it’s not ENTIRELY a possessive thing but he used to do it a lot when steve was small because it was easy and it was comfortable. for him and just for him and steve. it was like swinging an arm around steve’s shoulders or putting a hand on his shoulder. it was just natural and easy so he did it. a part of him back then prewar did it possessively too, but he always tampered that down bc steve wasn’t his. now he does it without shame

- steve really likes tofu and vegan meat, non dairy milk like almond and soy, and overall a lot of non dairy vegan foods, and a lot of fruits. he gets made fun of for a lot specifically about the vegan stuff but his reasoning is that there’s so much food accessible for people with allergies in the future that he wished existed a hundred years ago so he’s going to try it and stick with it if he likes it. people shut up after that

- he also tips a little more than he needs to everywhere he goes. everywhere. like it’s cool when steve rogers walks in to a restaurant bc he’s a superhero or whatever but its REALLY cool because he leaves a generous tip and that’s what really makes peoples day

- before they get legally married they are still very much married. like “i packed you lunch, meet me at the restaurant instead of me going to pick you up bc it’ll take longer, i got takeout let’s bitch together while we watch shitty reality tv, let’s bitch at EACH OTHER through the phone in public, let’s send each other ugly pictures of each other or funny texts while we’re right next to each other, i’m out with a group and you’re not there and i say multiple times ‘i miss steve/bucky’, let’s yell at each other from opposite ends of the apartment instead of getting up to see each other, steve i’m going to fuck you on the couch bc our room is too far, etc.” they are just very much married without the documents and legalities and it’s very obvious

okay all of these were ABSOLUTELY wonderful and im really going to restrain my urge to respond to each and every one but that might be futile

-okay YES they definitely go to that bodega at all hours, and usually it's for normal things when they go separately: milk, cereal, toilet paper. but when they go in the middle of the night, they almost always purchase some like odd assortment of candies and deli meat. also, they're always in their pajamas. like bucky's in plaid pj pants and a star wars sweatshirt, and steve is in like 5" shorts and a huge crewneck and they're both in slides and they definitely only speak russian to each other when they're in there after hours

-yes alpine! they also have a dog, that is more steve than bucky's!! his name is norman in my headcanon (and a couple of my fics) and he is best boy

-okay i need more of this in my general stucky life: steve and bucky being like,,, best friends as well as lovers and being so seamlessly close. like yeah, they definitely talk with their eyes, or just one glance, or half-sentences ("hey, did you ever get to--" "yup, on the way home. it was so--" "yeah, good. glad to hear") and they know exactly what the other is saying.

-yes to the date nights!!! and when they stay in to watch movies, they make Tons of popcorn. and they Have to make separate batches, because steve will Only eat his with like half a bottle of that powdered white cheddar on his

-YES we share the same fucking headcanon for petnames on god

Steve: love you, buck:)

Bucky: love you, pumpkin

-Steve definitely has body dysmorphia, probably even post serum (I have lots of thoughts on this, that might be a different post) and yeah, Bucky definitely knows its Big that he feels comfortable enough to be exposed around him (and he's even more honored that steve lets him be intimate with him, because that's really hard for steve, too)

-yeah! and easy check ins like "ur stomach still bothering you from last night?" "oh, no it was just a little bug turns out" or like "my head hurts:(" "i have meds in my bag. you want?" "yeah, just two" or like subtly checking on injuries, yeah

-yeah the sweater versus sweatshirt tracks tbh i picture steve in a lot of crewnecks so yeah

-STEVE IN CROP TOPS STEVE IN CROP TOPS and i raise you they're often ones he's cropped himself and he's also painted on! or bleach painted!! and theyre so cool and bucky never wants to make a big deal out of it, but he's so proud of steve for expressing himself like that

-ALPINE SMACKING HERSELF ALKFJALSDKFJA also steve always has a hairtie on HIS wrist in case bucky forgets one for himself

-they also always have Steve Staple Foods cuz i headcanon steve as a picky eater (adhd!steve + serum enhancements, it's down to a formula) so they have a lot of Kraft mac and cheese and easy heat up meals and lunch meats around for when he's having bad food days

-OMG and steve absolutely MELTS i raise you, too, bucky will especially hold the back of his neck when he needs to get steve to Chill Out. so like if he sees him stressing he'll put his hand on the back of his neck and squeeze and literally feel the tension drain from him or like if steve is having a panic attack, he'll hold the back of his neck while they breathe together

-yes and also any time that steve is Choosing food for himself and feeling motivated to eat it, it's a win, so people learn to back off there, too

-yes! he tips generously, but never awkwardly or offensively. he's also super kind and patient to food service workers!

-this last point is so perfect i cant. like yeah, back to steve and bucky just being,,,, the best of friends. ugly selfies galore, shoving their feet in each other's face, flicking each others ears. and yes, all the fucking gossiping. on the phone gossip, venting, fun gossip from around work. they talk about it all. and it's so great for them

thank you again for stopping by! your thoughts are impeccable!

#steve rogers #bucky barnes #stucky #stucky headcanons #long post #domestic anon

[witching-hour]

Street Rat [SAMCRO x Reader]

REQUESTED BY ANON can you do a platonic SOA imagine where the reader (gender neutral or a girl) is a street kid (preferably a teenager) who steals wallets and stuff and they break into the clubhouse to steal money/food and one time they get caught. at first the reader is timid and doesn't really trust anyone but after some time they became part of the family? thank you!

(A/N): i’m so sorry to who requested bc this one is long overdue. beware guys, this is a long one. i made this gender neutral! i did give the reader’s siblings names to make it easier to follow along, so it may not seem as inclusive as i orginally wanted it to be since there is a bit of a background and storyline. the mayans version can be found imagine here and the headcanon here if interested written by the lovely @everyhowlmarksthedead​ ✨

SUMMARY: teen!reader picks the wrong pocket and instead of earning money or a beat down, they earn something they never had before — a family

TW: shameless (tv show) elements, mentions of drug and alcohol abuse, child abandonment, neglectful parents, mentions of drug dealing and bipolar disorder

HOOD up and hands in the front of your sweatshirt pocket, you traveled down the concrete path that you’ve been down so many times your whole life. You could walk down the same sidewalk blindfolded and still miss the dingy cracks and eroded stones most would trip over, or comment about breaking their mom’s back. Your feet carried you down the lane of the mom-and-pop businesses as you analyzed the ones walking past, by, and in front of you — trying to find your next victim to your pickpocketing skills.

You had about forty-five minutes before you’d have to relieve your elderly next-door neighbor from babysitting your youngest sibling, Zoe, and it was about a fifteen-minute walk to your street from the ice cream parlor you just passed by. You needed to hurry today’s trip up before your other siblings came home from school, not wanting to chance them being left alone in the house with your sperm donor, ahem, father.

Derek was in seventh grade and one of the brightest kids you knew. He might as well be in high school already. Jordan, or Jordi, as she liked to be called, was still in her elementary years and was bound to be voted for ‘the biggest bookworm’ by the time she graduated to middle school. Zoe was still just a baby, and a handful despite being so happy all the time. Overall, she was still a baby and needed the attention babies needed.

Those three were your life. They were all you had in this shitty world.

Your mom had her issues between being bipolar and an addict. Your dad was alcoholic and addict as well. And when those two were put together, it was train wreck bound to happen. Your mom was always in an out of your lives. Always coming back for money or her fix of needing to see her kids on one of her highs, before shooting out of town again. Your dad was an asshole; always trying to sneak his way into the house that was in his name, but never paid the bills you worked so hard to come by.

You worked odd jobs, never able finding a position for a sixteen-year-old drop-out that lands you a pay for more than three weeks. Once you were no longer needed, you were discarded. You have resorted to selling stolen parts, pickpocketing, and dealing on the corner even. But you did it all in the name of your family.

Even if the authorities didn’t see it that way.

The world was a cruel place where even the most innocent were forced to result to cruel and unusual methods to survive. You were still so young, and pretty much a high school dropout considering your disregard for your grades, since the concern and wellbeing of your siblings came first. You were only a junior in high school and wouldn’t be considered a drop out till next year when you can properly inform your counselor that you would not be walking across the stage with the rest of your class to accept your diploma.

A tall figure blocked your vision as you zigzagged through the crowded path walk. He wore one of the infamous kuttes belonging to the MC that resonated in Charming; the Sons of Anarchy. The reaper stared back at you, daring you to play your game. You knew it was risk to even think about stealing from a Son — perhaps even stupid, but you needed money for the mortgage this month or else the threat of a foreclosure looming over your head would soon come true. You watched as the Son sauntered over to the rest of his ‘brothers’ by the bikes lined up on the street.

You knew you could run like you were on the track team if needed, with the agility of cat to climb fences and trees; but was it worth the risk if you got caught?

Fuck it.

You weren’t gonna get caught.

Formulating a plan in your head, you headed straight in the direction of the MC grouped around their bikes. Your body collided with a hard surface.

“Woah!”

Using the distraction, you quickly darted your hand down the depths of the pocket near you and gripped the leather wallet before hiding it in your hand under the overgrown sleeves of your hoodie. You played the part well, stumbling around like you had two left feet. “Sorry, sorry,” you repeated frantically, keeping your head down as you passed by the group of rowdy bikers.

“Careful there,” a playful voice emitted.

You didn’t bother to look who said it, as your only goal was to get out of there swift and undetected.

With a cocked eyebrow, Jax only shook his head, disregarding the odd encounter, reaching into his pocket for his cigarettes. His eyebrows furrowed as his jean pocket felt lighter than usual. He pulled out the contents; being only his lighter with the reaper emblem and his pack. It dinged in head when he realized his wallet was missing from the pile. “Son of a — They stole my wallet!”

It only took a second to register with the others before Jax, Chibs, Happy, and Tig took off after the thief. You heard the shouts and sounds of heavy shoes hitting the concrete, encouraging you to break off into a sprint. Your feet guided you into an alleyway that would cut into the street across from the public park. You spotted the dumpster next to the chain-link fence and ran to it. As soon as you got one leg hooked on one side of the bar, you were grabbed by the back of your hoodie and slammed into the brick, making you yelp at the force.

“I don’t think so shithead.”

You struggled against a pair of strong arms, caged between them and the rough wall behind you, scraping you through the cotton. No doubt dirtying the oversized sweatshirt you wore.

Your hood was pulled off and you were faced with four men in the infamous leather kuttes that burned you at the sight. The one you stole from with the slicked back hair had the President patch, the one on his left who was holding you had graying black hair and a beard, but his most defining feature were the two scars that carved upwards from his mouth, and he had the V. President patch stitched on his leather. The other two stood behind them menacingly, one bald with tattoos trailing up and down his arms and the other with wild, untamed, raven black curls reaching his shoulders.

“Fuck,” you seethed in anger at yourself for being so stupid. 

How are you gonna get yourself out of this one now, (Y/N)?

Their faces went from dark and menacing to surprise, and may you say, curiosity?

“Shite, ye is just a kid.” The vice had a thick Scottish accent, his speech pronounced.

“Jesus Christ,” The raven curly haired man exasperated.

“Jax what are we gonna do?” The bald one asked his prez calmly, eyeing you skeptically.

“Take ‘em with us.” He shook his head, matching his unsure attitude. 

“C’mon kid,” the one with the Scottish accent ushered you away from the wall, with one hand firmly attached to your shoulder in case you decided to make another break for it, but not so much that it hurt you — more or less of a warning.

The four Sons brought you back to the ice cream parlor you passed earlier. Word on the street (since the residents of Charming were just as nosy and gossip-like as the average teenage girl) was that the Sons purchased said ice cream shop because their Clubhouse blew up. You remember hearing the explosion all the way on the other side of town at home when it was late hours into the night. You remember when the news program the next morning went on and on about it. They wouldn’t shut up.

You sat at one of the booths where they left whom they called a ‘prospect’ to be your own personal watch dog, while them four and a couple other went upstairs to discuss what to do with you.

You were picking at the cuticles of your fingernails, bored and anxious over the situation. You had less than a half hour till you had to go pick up Zoe from Mrs. Deidra, but you were stuck as the Son’s current prisoner. You were just a kid, they weren’t gonna punish you severely...right? They are outlaws, but the look on their faces when they realized how old you really were- 

“Kid!”

You turned around in your seat and saw the Puerto Rican patch you briefly caught the name of as Juice when you first arrived at the shop. He motioned for you to follow him through the doorway where a set of stairs led directly to the next floor, to the Sons, and to your doom.

“Come on.”

You remained silent, still not having said a word since they caught you, and followed the man. He led you to a pair of wooden doors, opening one, and allowing you to walk inside first. With several pairs of eyes on you, scrutinizing you, you felt smaller than you already were.

“Take a seat,” the blond at the head of the table motioned his head towards the empty chair opposite him. 

Wordlessly, you walked to the chair, sliding it out from under the table, only making you cringe as the pure silent room was filled with the obnoxious screech the chair made when it scratched against the floorboards. Once seated, you brought one leg up to your chest, and let your arm cradle it as your other hand laid flat on the table with the reaper carved in the center.

No one said a thing, which only made feel more awkward and out of place than anything. The blond, Jax, had gotten his wallet back already, but you knew what you did would not go unpunished.

“What’s your name?” Jax questioned.

You hesitated, but considering the situation you were in, you decided to just cooperate. “(Y/N)...”

They each went around the table sprouting off their names. Some of them cool, some odd.

“Cool name,” Bobby nodded at you.

You scrunched up your nose at the attempt at a compliment. “I’m sixteen...not six.”

“Good point,” he added, looking to his prez for help on how to talk to you, not having much experience with teenagers, even though he was one once upon a time ago.

“Did you need the money?” Jax had taken in your appearance and noticed the baggy stained sweatshirt you were drowning in, the ripped-up jeans which were easy to tell were not bought in that condition, and the worn-out sneakers that looked to be a size too small; and by the way you walked, it wouldn’t be surprising if you had blisters. Besides the clothes which hid most of your form, just by your face, your eyes were a dead giveaway — they didn’t have the youth effect of bright and happy. They looked stressed and tired.

“Does it matter?”

“Yeah,” the bald man with tattoos whose name you found out was Happy, had cut in.

“Why? I stole from you. Now, what, we’re swapping life stories?”

Tig leaned forward in his chair, his gaze met yours. “Your (Y/L/N)’s kid? The oldest right?” 

Of course they’d figure out who you were. Small town life was a curse. This whole town knew the tragic and pitiful story of the (Y/L/N)’s. Headcase mother, druggie and alcoholic father, and the four kids on their own. The father racking up more debt and charges to his rep sheet than respect from his kids.

Your eyes narrowed at the question, straightening up in the chair. “That’s right.”

“We’re not gonna hurt you.”

You scoffed, not even bothering to hide the bite in your tone, “Well, that’s a relief. Can I go?”

Jax smirked, quirking up an eyebrow in amusement. “Got somewhere better to be?”

“As of a matter of fact, yes, I do.”

“Which is?”

“None of your damn business,” you snapped.

“Easy kid, you’re in our house,” the bald man with the tattoo sleeves warned you. “You stole from us.”

“Then either let me pay for my sins or let me go.”

“We had a better idea,” the Puerto Rican with a mirror tribal tat on his head told you, causing you to send him a look of confusion.

“What now?”

You stood on the porch of your neighbor’s house as she handed you Zoe. The year old gurgled and squealed in delight as she was placed into your arms. She pulled at the strings of your hoodie as you adjusted her. “Thanks again, Mrs. Deidra. I’m sorry I was so late, I got held up.”

“Oh, that’s all right, dear.” The elder woman brushed off with a light hand gesture. Her eyes peered over your shoulder, seeing a couple men of the motorcycle gang of the town at the end of her driveway leaning against a black SUV. “You aren’t getting into any trouble now, are you?”

“No of course not,” you gave her your most innocent smile, “but I best be going. Derek and Jordie should already be on their way home.”

“Oh yes! Do tell those two I miss having them around. They are welcome over anytime. You too, dear. Don’t be a stranger!”

“I won’t. Have a good night!”

“You too, (Y/N).” She waved you off, watching you bounce down the steps with your baby sister securely in your arms from behind the glass of her front door.

Once you stood in front of the Sons, Happy and Juice, they guided you towards the black SUV they brought you in. A young curly brunette with blonde highlights who you noticed was involved with the president, walked in with two blonde boys who were be exact replicas of their father. You were briefly introduced to the mother who you learned was Tara. You could tell she was informed of who you were as soon as she laid her eyes on you. But you didn’t have enough times for pleasantries as you were guided out by the Tacoma Killer and Puerto Rican.

As Happy opened the back door for you, you opened your mouth to object — you still had to pick up Derek and Jordi.

“Two other patches were sent to pick up your brother and sister.”

Without another word you pulled yourself up into the SUV with one hand as the other hand held onto the one-year-old in your arms. Happy closed the door behind you as Juice got settled behind the wheel. The drive was quiet for the most part, no one said much besides the low voices from the radio of classic rock, and your baby sister who gurgled and babbled here and there. It didn’t take long till you ended back in front of the new SAMCRO Clubhouse disguised as an ice cream shop. The minute you stepped out of the car, you saw your other two siblings seated at the bar where the man with prosthetic hands was handing them plastic spoons for their ice cream cups in front of them. Beside them was the older blond boy that you figured was Jax’s son, who also had ice cream and was chatting with Jordan and Derek.

“Pres wants to speak with you in Chapel,” the guy with the shaggy hair and the prospect patch told you as soon as you entered the little shop where everyone but Jax and the woman, Tara, were.

“Okay. Just, ah, give me a sec?”

The prospect nodded and stood off to the side as the other patches took their seats around the shop.

You rubbed Derek’s back as you placed a kiss on the top of his head, “Hey, buddy. How was school?”

“It was good, got a project due next Friday.”

“Mmm, tell me more about it in a bit. I just got to wrap something up real quick then I’m all yours, okay? Keep an eye on Jordi and Zoe for me please.”

“Okay, I will.” And with that he joined back in on the little conversation between the three kids seated at the bar. 

“Thanks, baby,” You sent him a smile as you placed Zoe in his arms. It grew slightly as he grabbed his spoon that had a little bit of chocolate ice cream at the tip and placed it at Zoe’s lips, the baby opening her mouth to welcome the frozen treat.

You placed a kiss on Jordan’s head, greeting her the same way you did Derek, and asking how her day went at school before you told her that you would be right back.

The prospect guided you up the stairs to the “Chapel” (or the same room you were in earlier with the giant ass table in the middle). He opened the door for you after delivering a couple brief knocks to let those inside know you were coming in. You entered the room alone, noticing Jax seated in his seat at the head of the table, with his wife to his left. The brunette motioned for you to take the seat across from her on Jax’s right where you noticed Happy sitting earlier.

Your nerves only increased as your feet carried you closer to the redwood table. For whatever the Pres and his Old Lady wanted to discuss, you just hoped it didn’t come to the harm of your siblings. You made a choice that affected all of you, but you should be the one to deal with the consequences. When Juice said they had another idea on what to do with you the men didn’t fill you in on what they meant. They just had you explain why you needed to leave then sent Happy and Juice to escort you.

You sat down, wringing your hands together nervously before finally folding them on the table in front of you. “Before you start, I just want to get something out there. My siblings and I...we’re a package deal. What happens to one of us, happens to us all. I’m sure you can understand because those men downstairs aren’t like your family. They are.”

Jax nodded, allowing you to continue.

“And I didn’t fully take that into account when I stole your wallet. I’m not gonna say I’m sorry. I regret my actions because my consequences might impact my brother and sisters, but I’m not gonna apologize. I did what I did knowing the risks. It was stupid and desperate on my part and I take full responsibility for it, but sorry isn’t gonna change what happened. Sorry is just another way of begging for forgiveness, and I’m not asking for that.” You told the both of them.

“Thank you for your honesty,” he bowed his head towards you, putting out the cigarette he was pulling on.

“Everything I do is for them. We’re all each other has. I’m the only person viable to take care of them. With our mother god knows where and our father-” You had to cut yourself off as the air got caught in your throat, eyes glazing over at the fact that you were there lifeline, and they were yours. If something happens to you, you don’t know what will happen to them. What your father might turn them into...

“I’m not asking you to spare me from whatever it is you have decided — and I know I have no right asking this, but do you think you can keep an eye on them for me? Make sure they’re okay? I..I’m too far gone. I’ve done things I can’t take back. I’ve hurt people. I’m a thief and a liar — a damn street rat. But they can still get out of this shithole. They can leave and never look back; make something of themselves...”

“I’m asking you if you take me, spare them. I don’t want your pity. I don’t want your sympathy. I just want to know if they’re gonna be okay when I’m gone.”

The two other people in the room took in what you said. There minds still set on the decision they made. Your words only swaying them to solidify what was chosen. 

“We’re not gonna hurt you.” Tara spoke softly, slowly reaching her hand out to lay on top of yours. Your reflex was to pull away, but you hesitated as the warmth covered your laced fingers like a blanket. “We wanna help you. It’s not out of sympathy or pity. It’s admirable, actually, what lengths and sacrifices you’re willing to go to for them. Something like that is rare. I hope one day our boys will have that strong of a bond.”

Jax cut in, “My wife and I talked it over, and we want you four to come stay with us for a little while.”

“I can’t ask you of that-”

“You’re not.” He stopped you. “It’s not permanent, but until we find something long term, we just figured you might be a little more comfortable with someone who had kids or was more reliable.”

“I work at St. Thomas from mornings to mid-to-late afternoons. I have Thomas at the daycare there while I work, and Abel goes to pre-school. I could sign Zoe up for the daycare if you’d like. Drop her off, pick her up. You wouldn’t have to worry about a thing. I could put your name on the list so you could still go see her.” Tara offered. “We could also get you job after school. We could use someone behind the counters, finally get this place up and running more smoothly.”

They got stutters in reply, clearly due to you being overwhelmed. They were offering much more then you already had. A roof over your head where you didn’t have to worry about bills, a steady job, and a parental and maternal figure (you were still sketchy about but would be good for your siblings to have).

“Listen, kid, we get that this must be a lot for you. We understand if you wouldn’t want to stay with us, some of the other guys have offered if you’re interested, but don’t take this as an opportunity to run. We get you don’t trust us, and we’ll work on that, but your family now. And family takes care of family.”

Your (e/c) orbs were wide with disbelief and uncertainty, but they could see the hope sparking behind those walls you have built up. The man you knew as an intimidating outlaw biker gave you a small but warm, inviting smile.

“Whataya say?”

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[hurricaneonanesthesia]

I just found your blog and really liked your mammon headcanons. Can you do some for Levi or Beel 🥺

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None lmao

Scenario: read the title lol

Hi anon! I certainly hope that I did them justice. Also, I just realized that these are a complete mess but I hope you like it even though it’s not that organized BAHA

~Admin Hurricane

Levi

Shy boi shy boi shy boi shy boi shy boi

Like mammon prolly wonders if he’s any good, why are you still dating him, oh my god levi please calm down we love you

Likewise you still reassure him even though he’s all like “uGH iM jUst a yUcKy oTaKu hOw cOuLd aNYoNe pOssiBLy LoVE mE”

The two of you most likely game until 4 in the morning and Lucifer is aboutta clap the both of you for not getting sleep

If you also like anime that’s a bonus!

The two of you probably go to conventions together dressed up as a couple lmao

He’s not the avatar of envy for nothing, if his brothers are acting all close to you, he’ll probably sulk in his room until you manage to drag him out.

I bet when the two of you are cuddling, he’ll just wrap his tail around one of your legs or your waist so you don’t run away

Beel

Even though Lucifer told you not to let him raid the fridge you probably let him do it anyways cause you can’t resist his puppy dog eyes lol

You two probably go on a lot of food dates

Even though beel is always hungry he always saves a portion of his meal for later cause he knows you might get hungry later bsdhhdsaaksj please i love him

Call him a teddy bear cause beel is basically a giant cuddly teddy bear

scared he’s gonna crush you cause he’s so big

He has nightmares about Lilith and can’t really get over her, so it’s up to you to comfort him at night :(

Once he’s been reassured, he’ll just pull you close and then snuggle up until the both of you fall asleep

If there’s anyone harassing you at RAD, just ask beel to stand behind you like a personal bodyguard and that’ll scare em off 

He most likely uses you as a training weight when he works out

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[sery-chan-13]

Boredom, much like toxic people, can get the fuck out of my life. Anywho, here's some fluffy things that I personally think would happen with you being Niragi's before the games happened

Warnings: language and kind of? Suggestive content

- Late night drives because his job keeps him till late, and if you're still up, neither of you can go to sleep? You're going for a drive.

- Him getting home super late, and seeing you asleep, so he just curls up next to you on the bed, trying not to wake you up

- now, if you fall asleep on the couch, he'll wake you up, because he knows he doesn't have the strength to carry another human being up the stairs. Doesn't want to drop you. Again. (You don't talk about it)

- When he has off of work, he takes you anywhere and everywhere. It's his way of saying "I'm sorry I can't spend more time with you, but I really love you, you mean the absolute world to me'' to cheesy for him? Ok, sorry, um... oops :')

- Did someone say caffeine addiction?

- There's always fresh coffee for you every morning when you wake up if you're not up at the same time

- If he gets home and you're still up, he's like "I'm the only insomniatic bitch in this house hold, what the fuck?"

- gamer rage. I promise you, if you're not used to excessive swearing, you will be.

- given that, if he finds the time to play games, he will forget about giving you attention until you have to physically crawl onto his lap. Or maybe he does it on purpose so you sit on his lap?

- couch cuddles

- if you ever have to bring him something he forgot at home to work, you will be surprised at how messy his office is.

- Has contacts, but will still wear his glasses occasionally, and if you don't know, coming home to him sitting in a chair, reading something, or playing a game with his glasses on, is very much attractive. But, that's your little secret.

- when his hair started getting longer, you always offered to style it for him. It was so relaxing he fell asleep a couple times

- Sometimes gets home late, and will stay up doing work. It got to the point he didn't sleep for a whole week. Like, you had to drag him to bed.

- you know those cute couples that will bake cookies at 3 in the morning with music and dance in the kitchen, watch horror movies the whole night, laughing instead of screaming? Yeah, that's your guy's aesthetic

- If he has to work late, and you had something planned, he feels horrible, but will call you to tell you. He does promise to make it up to you though. Interpret that as you will.

- You guys know the song work from home by fifth harmony? Yeah, you've definitely used that song in many of your playlists, or even just gotten caught dancing in the kitchen to it.

- Do you steal his work shirts and or hoodies? No. You don't steal them. You're a relationship. Half and half. 50/50. What's his is yours, what's yours is his- ok, ok, fine, maybe you do steal them.

- Says the most random shit in the most awkward times. Like, you two will be arguing about something (no relationship is perfect, and everyone argues. As long as you two come to a conclusion, and are mature about it, there should be no problems!) And he'll just go, "And I should be really pissed off right now, but you're hot when you're angry and I-" "What? Finish your sentence." "I think that's an inside thought right now." "No, no. Please. Enlighten me." "Fine. I should be really pissed off right now, but you're hot when you're angry and I can't help imagining you screaming for different reasons." "You horny bastard..." "You still love me for it though." "Why we're we even arguing?" "I dunno."

- His inability to keep his thoughts to himself has saved his ass in that situation and many many more

- Another thing he can't keep to himself? Can't keep his hands to himself in public. It's just... he can't. What if guys stare at you, and don't assume he's your boyfriend? How will he be able to show you're his without having to say it?

- Anyone else see him as the type to love seeing his lover in cosplay, because 'wow, that's so cool!' And he might want to do it himself, but won't out of embarrassment. But will support you

- you two got matching tattoos later in the relationship, seeing that it was getting serious. It wasn't anything bad either. You two either got the ones where they said some lyrics to your favorite songs or a quote from a book or game. Example would be yours saying "Ready Fred?" And his saying "Ready George." Or yours saying(one of my favorite songs, so it's like... kind of sad, but besides the point) "Can you blame me for and his saying "Wanting a little more of you?" Ooh, or or or, "You're the only friend I need, Share regrets like little kids, we'll laugh until our ribs get tired" and his saying the same thing, because it repeats itself in that part? I don't know, I'm dumb, but that is currently my favorite song, and yeah-

- Waffles over pancakes. That wasn't one of the headcanons, but yeah

- Has made a fake gun out of monster cans. Maybe you influenced him into it. But you'll never tell

- Sometimes, he'll be playing games, and you just stare... at his hands... just ... clicking away at buttons... my adhd would be like "ooh, buttons! Ooh... clicky sound...' and regress from there

- you two either got: a pit bull(cuties^_^), snakes, or dobermans. Here's I think these would go:

The pit bull is a sweetheart. If it was a girl, you guys named her something that meant sugar/candy. If it was a boy, let's be honest, Niragi probably named him after a character from a game. You agreed to it. The cutest thing in the world! Has a nest of blankets and pillows, and has a habit of gently picking them up, and dragging them to you or Niragi.

Ok, the snakes was a thing you both had planned for a while? Like... he probably did so much research. Now, if you are a Potterhead, you might name it after a slytherin.

The dobermans. Yeah, you got two. They're names would either be Artemis and Apollo or Aries and Athena. (Or other, those are just what I think!) They're really sweet and nice dogs, but have also been trained to protect you by your oh so loving boyfriend. So, gods forbid you're in the situation where you need help, the words 'Sick em' or 'Protect' will be enough. But they're good dogs, and legitimately big cuddle bugs.

Ok. I'm good now. How was your day? Good I hope? Please remember these are my personal headcanons of him BEFORE the borderlands. Don't kill me please

#alice in borderland #niragi #×reader #headcanons #its ooc but i dont really mind... for now #kind of cute #fluff #please its 1 in the morning and my mind is filled with fluff for this man

[sp00kworm]

2388 - Start Log

Pairings: None

Warnings: Murder, Animal Death, Child Death.

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A/N: This is based on some very vague headcanons I have about Revenant’s past and I wanted to write in a new kind of style. 

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Revenant held the small recording in his hand, his metal fingers stretching at the alloy as he looked at the unmarked, thin chip. It was black and sleek, tiny in the scale of things, but somehow untouched out on that dust bowl planet. His burning orange eyes shifted to focus on it again before he stood from the chair and slammed open the door to the lounge room, leaving with a grumble towards Elliott who was on his way in. The man jumped out of his way with a high-pitched screech and watched him stalk down the hall. Revenant made sure to hunch his plated shoulders before he climbed the stairs and stalked down the hallways of the dorm area, making sure that none of the others were following him before he opened his room and closed the door. It was dark and dusty, but the Simulacrum was quick to pull open his drawers to find the one item he really wanted. The chip reader. He pulled the old technology from the drawer and opened the small insertion plate with a claw. The hole cover popped open and he placed the chip inside and flicked the holoscreen display up. The blue light was dull with age, but it flickered to life before displaying a blurry image and the option to play.

 In front of him sat himself. He had relatively short, blond hair pulled back with a fine toothed, ivory comb he remembered buying from a group of hunters. He reached to his chest pockets subconsciously. He always kept it in his breast pocket. With a growl he swiped at the play button and heard it click. For a moment it was quiet as the ghost of himself looked to the high window in the metal wall. He rolled his blue eyes and leaned back in the chair as the sound of a giant, heavy loader holo-vehicle roared. The engines seared the microphone for a moment before the assassin sighed and reached to undo another button of his shirt. There was a discarded head scarf and cloak on the chair behind him as he played with a knife along his fingers. The audio crackled and popped before synching properly and pausing. Revenant hit play again when it was finished and listened.

“Start Log. 2388. It’s been twenty-eight hours since I eliminated the target and counting. I’m in a safe house by the delivery routes back into the city. Shit hole of a back water place. Its barely a city, more of a god forsaken dustbowl. A place like this for a mafia causing so much trouble.” The blond man scoffed at the screen before the sound of a pistol chamber snapping came through the static. He raised the pistol before unscrewing the silencer and pulling the magazine free with a practiced movement, “One bullet to the back of the skull. Executioner style. I capped him in front of his latest little conquest. She screamed a lot. I got blood on my boot covers. They’re camel skin. I better get reimbursed for those.” He took apart the gun with practiced ease, the pieces set along the table in a neat, perfect line, from start to finish, “Anyway. Targets dead and I’m waiting for transport back. Hammond have left me high and dry again, for the third time this year. I wonder what I could do to get some more special treatment from them.” Kaleb grinned with white, perfect teeth, his cheek bones cutting an impressive figure before he reached to touch the scruff along his jaw. He scoffed at it and reached into his waistcoat for a long, thin shaving blade.

 The blade slid open and was brandished like a weapon, the metal flashing before he raised it to his cheeks and dragged it over the new stubble, brushing it away onto a small tissue he also had, but it didn’t stop him from continuing to talk around the blade. Revenant reached for his face and ran his fingers over the scratches in his metal cheek bones. He relapsed often into his human habits, not that he would ever admit it.

“I would get it if these guys were some big-league assholes, but they’re barely an issue. I’ve seen worse, but I suppose this is what stealing weapons will get you out here. The Outlands have never been fuckin’ kind.” He threw the slip blade on the table in front of the camera, “I’d know that better than most.” Kaleb looked the camera in the lens, and Revenant wondered if he had been speaking to someone in that moment as his lips twisted in contemplation, “Fuck it. It’s not like anyone will ever find this.” He leaned back in his seat and started to pick up each piece of the pistol, looking them over before he screwed them back together in slow, precise movements of his wrist

“The Outlands is a shit hole. It always has been since Mister Hammond decided to colonize it. Sand, shit and people killing each other. Its always been the same, despite what they all say. Murder, homicide and genocide.” He paused putting together the gun in order to open a small satchel, and pulled free a packet of tobacco and rollers, Kaleb continued to talk as he took the leaves and placed them into a white paper, “Even this shit was fought over. Hybrid tobacco with no tar. Cartels killed villages over it.” The paper crinkled quietly as he put the filter in and rolled it up, tapping the end against the table before he snapped open a metal lighter and lit it, puffing for a moment before he blew smoke out of the side of his mouth, “The Outlands are a cess pit, that’s what I’m saying.”

 His old self smoked for a while before he held the cigarette in his lips and squinted, getting back to work on fixing the last pieces of the pistol back together with a little grease from another bottle from the satchel, “But its where literally everyone was born now. Earth’s been dead for a long, long time. Including, yes you might have guessed, me.” Kaleb span his pistol and cocked the chamber before he slid the magazine in again and pulled a bullet up into the chamber, “I was born to some power plant family, or so the Matron said. Six months old and they threw me on the doorstep before the plant went bust and blew. I’m not surprised somehow, but the orphanage wasn’t derelict. It was funded for by Hammond. They took kids into the programs there. I wasn’t an exception. I was scouted at fifteen into the special ops program.” A haunting smile spread across his face, “I killed a captain at fourteen, that’s what got me enlisted. It got better though, guns were much easier to use than knives from the kitchen and Matron never did like me taking knives and running with ‘em.” He took his cigarette from his mouth and flicked ash off the end, “Kaleb where has the neighbours dog gone?!” He screeched, “Always nag, nag, nag that woman.” He grumbled as he took another drag, “She probably meant well in the end. Too bad what happened to her as well. I put a pillow over her face when I got enlisted. No survivors allowed. The rest died in the fire.”

 The ash was building up in the clear glass ash tray now, “The Matron wanted me to go anyway, its not like she ever loved us or any of that stupid holo-film shit.” He scoffed and played with his cigarette end, “I used to like animals…well, like was a strong word. I used to test them. There was a hundred stray dogs near us, so I used to take pieces of my dinner and see which would come and take it from me. Whichever dog came close, if they could do a trick, then I gave it ‘em. If they followed me, well I used to like knives, you can guess the rest. They’re easy to trick. Cats though, cats were much better fun. I could never get one to come near me. It’s like they knew I had a knife somehow. One came close once, but it got away, screaming, and biting me before it got up a tree. It stayed there the whole day sleeping until I got bored. I didn’t see it again, but I started taking rats and mice from the kitchen for them. They liked the chase I think, just like I did…Or maybe they just liked me killing the dogs, huh?” He let out a long, raspy, dark chuckle before he stubbed out his cigarette and looked at the lens again, “Why the fuck am I spilling my guts to a recording? I’ll be dead if anyone finds this…well, maybe I just want that challenge.”

 His finger appeared before he chuckled again and pushed his fingers together, “The days at the academy were boring in comparison. I wasn’t allowed out of the facility. I wasn’t allowed knives. I wasn’t allowed to do anything that I wanted. I choked a boy to death on the mat. The prick decided I was a ‘country bumpkin’, so I decided he wasn’t worth the air he breathed. He was purple when they found him. I was careful, I bleach wiped his neck and my hands. They never knew it was me, but I got harsher training for it. They suspected it was me, but there was no evidence.” Kaleb rolled another cigarette before he rummaged for a can in his bag. He pulled out an all-in-one shake from the pack and drank it down without so much as a minor twitch. Revenant remembered them. They tasted like milk and iron, “Otherwise. I do this because I’m good at it. I always have been good at it. Best in the business. I do the dirty jobs that others won’t because of morals.” He reached for the button, “And that’s about it. End log.” The recording ended as he blew more smoke out of the side of his mouth.

 Revenant looked at the black screen for a moment, orange and black optics spinning to adjust, magnifying in and out before he snapped open the port again and tore the chip free, anger burning his chest. He growled and crushed the chip between two clawed fingers. His processors saved the data and he sat back on a chair in order to move and hide the data from those responsible for uploading him. He didn’t need anyone knowing these things. The chip sat in his palm in tiny, crushed pieces of plastic and metal.

“The past is dead.” He muttered before he unlocked the window and threw the pieces out of it, “Its best it stayed buried.” Revenant growled again before he moved to his charging port and slid the wire up into his chasis.

#revenant #kaleb cross #revenant apex legends #apex legends revenant #apex legends #apex #fanfic #character study #my writing #fanfiction

[kirishimas-manly-eyeliner]

@vaporizemebakugo​ asked:

ᴴⁱ!! ᴵ’ᵐ ᵃ ᵍⁱʳˡ & ˢᵗʳᵃⁱᵍʰᵗ. ⁵'⁸, ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ᵍⁱⁿᵍᵉʳ ʷᵃᵛʸ ʰᵃⁱʳ, ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵖᵃˡᵉ & ᶠʳᵉᶜᵏˡᵉˢ, ᵇˡᵘᵉ ᵉʸᵉˢ. ᴵ ᵗᵉⁿᵈ ᵗᵒ ʰᵉˡᵖ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ ᵇᵉᶠᵒʳᵉ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ. ᴵ ᵃᵐ ᶜᵒᵐᵖᵉᵗⁱᵗⁱᵛᵉ ²⁴/⁷. ˢᵃʳᶜᵃˢᵗⁱᶜ ᵗᵒ ᵃ ᶠᵃᵘˡᵗ. ⱽᵉʳʸ ˢʰᵒʳᵗ ᵗᵉᵐᵖᵉʳ. ᴷⁱⁿᵈᵃ ˢᵗʳᵒⁿᵍ ᶠᵒʳ ᵃ ᵍⁱʳˡ, ᴵ'ᵛᵉ ᵇᵉᵉⁿ ᵗᵒˡᵈ ᴵ'ᵐ ⁱⁿᵗⁱᵐⁱᵈᵃᵗⁱⁿᵍ. ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵗᵃʳᵒᵗ/ᶜʳʸˢᵗᵃˡˢ/ᵐᵃⁿⁱᶠᵉˢᵗⁱⁿᵍ, ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵖⁱʳⁱᵗᵘᵃˡ & ᵒᵖᵉⁿ⁻ᵐⁱⁿᵈᵉᵈ. ᴮˡᵃᶜᵏ ᶜᵒᶠᶠᵉᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐʸ ᵈᵒᵍ ᵒʷⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃʳᵗ, ᴵ ᵈᵉˢⁱᵍⁿ ᵗᵃᵗᵗᵒᵒˢ/ᵈʳᵃʷ/ʷʳⁱᵗᵉ/ᶜᵒᵒᵏ ᶠᵒʳ ᶠᵘⁿ, ᴵ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᶜᵘᵈᵈˡᵉˢ & ᵃ ᵛᵉʳʸ ᵗᵒᵘᶜʰʸ ᵖᵉʳˢᵒⁿ. ᴼʳᵃⁿᵍᵉ ⁱˢ ᵐʸ ᶠᵃᵛ ᶜᵒˡᵒʳ ᴵ ʷᵉᵃʳ ᵐᵒˢᵗˡʸ ᵇˡᵃᶜᵏ & ʷⁱⁿᵍᵉᵈ ᵉʸᵉˡⁱⁿᵉʳ. :⁾

ʏᴏᴜ ꜱᴏᴜɴᴅ ʟɪᴋᴇ ꜱᴜᴄʜ ᴀɴ ɪɴᴛᴇʀᴇꜱᴛɪɴɢ ᴘᴇʀꜱᴏɴ!! ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴠɪʙᴇꜱ ᴀʀᴇ *ꜱᴘᴀʀᴋʟᴇꜱ* ɢᴏʟᴅ, ᴀɴᴅ ɪ ʀʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʙʟᴏɢ ᴀᴇꜱᴛʜᴇᴛɪᴄ 🥺 ᴀʟꜱᴏ ʏ’ᴀʟʟ ᴘʟᴇᴀꜱᴇ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴇᴍ, ꜱʜᴇ’ꜱ ꜱᴏ ꜱᴡᴇᴇᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ꜱᴏ ɢᴏᴏᴅ ᴀᴛ ᴡʀɪᴛɪɴɢ

I match you with...

⁺˚*･༓☾Eijiro Kirishima!☽༓･*˚⁺‧͙

⋆☂˚｡ No, I promise, I didn’t pair you up with him just because you stan him haha xD At the end of the day, I’m positive that Ei is the right one for you. This precious boy just wants to hold you and let you know that you’re loved, no matter what may happen 🥺🥺 

⋆☂˚｡ You two are a hecking adorable, alive, magical couple that has the best dynamic. You two always fire each other up, and he loves it when he sees that spark in your eyes! He always reminds you that no matter what, he really cares about you so much.

【  how you two met  】

☾ When Kirishima first laid his eyes on you, he thought that you’d be some normal, every day girl. He saw that you were going around, giving people support, until it was his turn at the Sports Festival.

☾ To his surprise, he saw you standing in the front row. Something about you was so... entrancing that he couldn’t get his eyes off you. He gave a small lil’ adorable wave for a second, before breaking eye-contact and striking at Tetsutestu again.

☾ He had known you for a long time-- but you two were more “hi,” pass-byers, and you never really talked to each other. But he had been watching you, thinking that you were someone who just hung out with the girls and did the usual. However, during the sports festival, that’s when he saw you-- you took your hoodie off, and you were wearing the most beautiful outfit that he’d ever seen.

☾ Even though he’d known you, he didn’t know your quirk-- but whatever it was, he didn’t stop trying to make eye-contact with you during the fight. Kirishima decided to show off a bit, and grinned that adorable baby shark grin, and then hit Testutestu with all he could.

☾ It didn’t end up working.

☾ So, uh, yeah, it ended as a tie!

☾ You got up, and watched Kirishima on the gurney being taken to the nurse’s office. You could see his eyes constantly straining, his eyes flickering, trying to stay open and close them at the same time-- so you decided to turn off the lights, because maybe it was too bright for them.

☾ In reality, Kirishima was just trying to keep his eyes open to stare at you, just a little longer. 

☾ You were beautiful.

☾ When he gained conciousness, he didn’t forget about you-- he instantly stood up, eyes locking on yours. 

☾ “oh, uh, hey!” he said, panting and trying to catch his breath.

☾ “feeling better already?” you smirked, crossing your arms over your shoulders.

☾ “well, because of you, beautiful,” he said, but it felt like his tongue was falling off. It must have been the side effects of the medicine. “S-sorry,” he laughed nervously, scratching the back of his neck. 

☾ “Thanks, Kirishima. I think, that was a compliment right?”

☾ “Yeah! But it’s probably because of your quirk, right?”

☾ You stared at him. “My quirk?”

☾ “Mhm. Your quirk is Beauty altering, right? That means you can look however you’d like to-”

☾ You laughed to yourself, before shaking your head. “My quirk is q/n. Not Beauty altering, where’d you get that from?”

☾ You could only imagine how hard Kiri was blushing when he realized he was wrong. (bby boy was actually serious 🥺🥺) “Right,” he grinned, meeting your eyes. “Would dinner at a new resteraunt be cool with you?

【 relationship headcanons 】 

This adorable, perfect, manly man, will always make sure to keep his word. No matter what. I’m serious-- if he was told to get rid of every villain in the League of Villains for you, trust me, he seriously, seriously would. 

If anyone touches you against your will, let’s just say they moved. to mars. and chose to stay there, because the manliest of them all has gotten rid of them for good.

Kiri also loves giving you kisses!! he’s really big on cuddles too, so if you ever need em, he’ll just give you the world’s softest and sweetest hug, and tell you how much he loves you 🥺

He doesn’t mind how competitive you are! He loves that part of you, and since he’s good friends with Bakugo, he can definitely handle it. in fact, he welcomes it! he loves that spark in your eyes when you decide, “AIGHT, IMMA DO THIS, IMMA DO IT NOW.”

Kirishima also drinks his Respect Women Juice. he makes it known that he has respect for all women, so he thinks it’s so cool just how strong you are! 

likes to call you pebble and orchid 🥺 don’t ask me, I don’t make the rules for this perfect man

kiri might not be the biggest on tarots, crystals, or manifesting, but he likes accompanying you! for instance:

“babe, what are you doing?”

“manifesting for another dog, why?”

“is in manly?”

you cocked your head. “huh?”

“it’s called manifesting for a reason, right-?”

That’s when you elbowed him to the side, and you two burst into laughter.

“HOW ABOUT MANLYFESTING???”

“Kiri, baby, I love you, but-”

(i’m sorry i had way too much fun with that XD)

EYELINER NIGHTS

THIS MAN

KNOWS HIS EYELINER SO WELL

HE’LL BUY YOU SO MANY PRODUCTS ISTG

If you two were pro-heroes dating, you’d probably be called the King and Queen of Hearts!!

(the black and red aesthetic is what I LIVEEE FOR BETWEEN YOU TWO)

- ALSO THIS MAN LOVES GOING OUT WITH YOU ON THE FIELD - ALSO HE’D BE SUCH A COOL DAD - OH AND ALSO HE SEEMS LIKE THE PERSON TO DO WHATEVER HE CAN IN THE WORLD TO MAKE YOU HAPPY 🥺🥺🥺🥺

Overall, Kiri loves you so so much. He’ll make sure that you feel safe, and he’ll always be there to protect you, make you happy, and plant fifty kisses on your forehead!!

I hope you enjoyed your matchup!! remember to drink water, eat something, get rest, and take care of yourself >:D!! <3 

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[stellar-imagines]

HEADCANONS REQUEST: ❝Mineta’s harassment.❞

[ Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia ] [ Characters: Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Katsuki, Todoroki Shouto, Aizawa Shouta ]

「Headcanons of Midoriya, Bakugou, Todoroki and Aizawa defending their S/O when Mineta harasses them.」

MIDORIYA IZUKU

♤ Let's be real, Midoriya is nice to everyone. He can't really say that he's close with the class's pervert but he just thinks he's a friend/classmate, nothing more, nothing less. It's usually Kaminari and Mineta who talk about girls. Unlike Kaminari who knows his limits, Mineta often takes it too far. So when Mineta and Kaminari were talking about girls, he's usually at lost, unsure of what to say and ends up just nodding to whatever they were saying.

♤ Everyone knows that Midoriya tries to solve everything with words and through communication, he rarely resorts with force and violence. Just talking about you was fine but he gets really unhappy when Mineta is talking about your boobs, ass or whatever. This boy just tells Mineta to stop treating his girlfriend like some sort of meat and respect her as a person.

♤ He gets super uncomfortable when he notices Mineta looking at your direction and giving you that look, the one akin to when a drunkard has his eyes looked on a woman. Midoriya is silently glaring at his friend and hoping that you wouldn't notice this pervert's eyes on you. He tries to ignore it but if the staring had gone for far too long, he takes it upon himself to reprimand Mineta to look somewhere else.

♤ If you're the type who can stand up for themselves, Midoriya's worries lessen. He'd still be there to make sure Mineta doesn't take things too far. However, if you're the quiet-shy type who has social anxiety 24/7, he's on full offense and defense. He makes sure to stick by your side or at least have the girls accompany you.

♤ When it does get too far, Midoriya would step in front of you, glaring at his classmate with a furious look in his eyes. He tries not to expose you to violence. But when Mineta is talking about you behind your back, he won't hesitate to hit Mineta if he touches you inappropriately. And it won't be those gentle slaps. It will be One For All 100% or Shoot Style. And viola, the filth of Class 1-A had been removed!

♤ Conclusion, he won't hesitate to beat the shit out of anyone who dares to make you uncomfortable, cry or anything. And you bet he's gonna throw someone off a cliff if someone dares to hurt you.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI

☆ Bakugou pretends to not pay attention to you but he actually is. To begin with, he sneaked glances at you when he thinks no one was looking and he was pretty damn good at it. This goes on until you start dating. Until one day, Kirishima spots him looking at you and all hell breaks loose. 

☆ Without you noticing, Bakugou became your boyfriend and at the same time, a guard dog. He's very observant and he prefers to trail behind you a bit when walking together. But he can't escape when you want to hold hands.  If someone dares to make fun of you, that person might as well just play dead because Bakugou is gonna hunt them down and make them regret saying whatever they said about you.

☆ Okay, everyone knows not to mess with Bakugou's territory you, or they will face serious consequences. It's not a rule that he established himself, that reminder is drilled into their heads the moment your relationship was revealed.

☆ So that one time Mineta decides to harass you were either before you were dating or when no one knew that you were dating yet. Whether he just talks about you or stares at you, Bakugou is already storming over and planning a murder. If he goes as far as to touch you. Guess what, Shinsou? There's a seat open for you. Welcome to 1-A.

☆ Whether Mineta is aware of your relationship or not, he won't get off the hook that easily. The girls are there to beat his ass for you if you're too shaken. Maybe it was because Bakugou never did anything when Mineta was up to no good, that the pervert thinks that doing his usual thing was not a problem. But, he was so wrong when he met Bakugou's deadly gaze. His looks can kill. The blonde didn't even have the chance to use his quirk because his looks alone were enough to make Mineta retreat.

☆ Bakugou looks freaking scary when it happens that it haunts your classmates for a long time. It will take them a long time to find something scarier than the look on Bakugou's face when someone messes with you. Stage fright? What is that? Think about this then you'll forget about that stupid fright.

TODOROKI SHOUTO

♡ Similarly to Midoriya, he chooses not to use unnecessary violence. Most of the time, he tries to talk it out. To begin with, Todoroki wasn't well acquainted with most of his classmates. He's usually chill with everything. Just like some of his classmates, he never really paid any heed to Mineta when he was talking about girls.

♡ But now that he's dating you, he's gotten more conscious of what people say. He might be a bit dense when it comes to relationships but he's learning! He's able to identify jealousy and all the weird, fluttery feelings he gets around you. But when Mineta starts talking excitedly about your features, he was able to separate the feeling fro jealousy quite easily. It was just pure disgust.

♡ Now, Todoroki doesn't really speak and only does so when it's necessary. He never said anything when the pervert is talking about the girls and all that. For starters, Mineta is a pervert who frequently lusts after and sexually harasses his female classmates, even though that's far from a hero should do. Boy gets mad when Mineta brings your name up.

♡ Todoroki opts to glare at Mineta when he talks about you, a disapproving stare sent his way. When his glaring does nothing to solve the situation, he will warn Mineta with words, telling him to stop because it's really disrespectful. He tries to stay calm and manages to do so, at least in expression-wise but deep inside, he's troubled. He doesn't like other guys talking about you like that. Sure you had the looks that attracted several men but he can't blame you.

♡ When Mineta takes it too far, to the point you were starting to get uncomfortable and bothered by his comments, Todoroki gets a bit serious, knowing how words weren't the best way to solve this. He didn't want to resort to threats but with the way you were behaving, he can't control himself. He tries to keep casualties to a minimum so he would step forward and face Mineta, glaring at him with eyes that say 'You piss me off, I will turn you into a block of ice'.

♡ Afterward, Mineta never had the guts to talk about you inappropriately. Todoroki sticks close to you from then on, not wanting anyone making you uncomfortable again.

AIZAWA SHOUTA

♧ Aizawa is seriously sick of everything. He always shows up in class looking ready to pass out at any second. His students were usually rowdy, making noise before he showed up for homeroom. There was the group of daredevils who annoyed Bakugou, Mineta screaming about something and Iida's loud voice that tried to overwhelm the crowd, barking orders to make them keep it down.

♧ You happen to be a teacher who was in charge of helping him with stuff, to put it simply, you were like an assistant of some sort. And he was so grateful that you were there to help if not, he would've been twice as tired than he is normally. He has students' homework to grade, wake up early every day, deal with his students and many other things. 

♧ Let's face it, everyone is annoyed with Mineta. He was always making lewd comments about girls and in some cases, going as far as to harass them. Aizawa was rarely there to stop him but it seems like everyone in Class 1-A deal with that annoying grape pervert. Something that he's really grateful of. He trusts his students to deal with whatever problems themselves but he makes sure that they know he's there if they need help with anything.

♧ It was no surprise that you had been a target of Mineta's harassment. He drools over any women it seems. You were mature enough to handle the situation yourself but it didn't change the fact that it was annoying you. On one hand, he's very proud to see you standing up for yourself and the students. However, he's irritated at the fact that he can't just expel him on the spot.

♧ Aizawa usually looks like he doesn't care but when push comes to shove, he's not afraid to speak his mind. After all, he is known to expel students who he feels are not suited for UA, he's rigid and strict when necessary, and also has little tolerance for disobedient behavior. Doesn't hesitate to threaten Mineta when Aizawa catches him harassing anyone.

♧ He's very mature about the issue. Makes sure that you're alright before dealing with the issue—aka Mineta by disposing of him in many different ways. Ties him up and throws him into the trash, because that’s where he belongs. Takes you by the hand and cuddles ensure. And during those cuddle sessions, he reminds you not to wear any weird clothing.

♧ “Listen to me, I want to make an announcement, from today onwards, Shinsou Hitoshi will be your classmate. Don’t be annoying. Mineta? I don’t know, he dropped out or something.”

Total: 1623 words Published: 21.08.2019

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[mollysfoundfamily]

Odd idea but Time Travel! Everyone meets their future kids!

Anon I have been waiting for someone to ask this exact thing!! you might wanna get comfy this might get a bit long like this is more of a mini fanfic than a headcanon 

So after falling through the time portal Zora accidentally made when she tried to rewind the tv without the remote 

Molly and Sylvie: Their poor little faces are both beat red and they can't even look at each other!! they were at the puppy love holding hands and snuggling level and suddenly they have two twin children!!! Its especially weird since they're the same age as Molly and keep caller her Mama Bear She asks if she's a good mama...like her's was and they tell her she's the BEST EVER!!! large tears swell up in her eyes they lean in to comfort her and begin to cry themselves *it runs in the family* and Sylvie just comes back to the three hugging in a puddle on the floor He's gonna have his work cut out for him in 20 years They all end up talking about their feeling alot Maverick, unfortunately, ended up with ALL HIS PARENTS ANXIETY and is a tiny shy mess and hearing that his mama and daddy were just as bad at this age and got better really gives them ALL alot of hope for the future   Selena and Sylvie become one with the sheep together as she mentions they're homeschooled and he makes them memorize flashcards all the time and he just whips out the pack he had on him for his own amusement and quizzes her right there Sel: oh my gosh dad, mom was right you where always a nerd Sylvie: hey watch your mouth young lady!! Sylvie is having wwwwaaaaayyyyy to much fun with the dad authority Molly and Mav have a friendly little argument over what the best kind of bear is she still holds that Koalas don't count! and just talk about their pent up sadness while brushing each other's hair They both refer to Percy as Grandma and its too much for her heart to take!! eventually, they show them a family picture... they look so grown up!! Molly is still cute but also very very pretty! and Sylvie is crying laughing and dancing all at the same time because he's tall and handsome and has a beard and IS AN ACTUAL GROWN UP!!!!! They look so... happy together, they look at each other still blushing molly reaches out to hold Sylvie’s hand he takes it shyly they both giggle and end up doing an adorable Eskimo kiss 

Indus and Mera: Indus’s mind is completely blown with so much pure love and joy when he finds out he’s going to be the proud father of 3 beautiful children and have a beautiful family with his beloved Mera (think screaming crying foaming at the mouth but all in a happy way) He hugs all three of his beautiful future babies as tight as he possibly can which prompts Libby to start hugging him back from the other side leaving skinny little bird bone boys Cyrus and Maximus to get squished inside a beef sandwich Cyrus: Dad seriously stop!!! You’re crushing my ribs!! but more importantly, you're being really embarrassing!! Indus: *Sniff, Sniff* Y-you called me ...DAD!!!! *more fire hose pressure crying* Cyrus: it’s my middle school graduation all over again... Indus: AND YOU SOUND JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER WHEN YOU COMPLAIN!!! speaking of which... Mera is completely frozen she doesn’ t know what to think or how to process it until_ Max: *yanks on her shirt* are you okay mama? She just bursts out crying because she never thought she could have children!! let alone three happy healthy ones!! Or a happy life and a family of her own it’s all too much!! a family hug pile around mama ensues Afterward, Indus and Libby spar with each other Mera and her moody boy share their general disdain for life and everyone plays with max because he’s so freaking cute also, they actually show them a future pic of them: Mera is the Karenest looking Karen that ever Karened and Indus is wearing glasses mera is emotionally conflicted and Indus thinks they make him look a genius

Zora and Percy... and Ramsey: Percy and Zora are so freaking proud of their two  beautiful strong little women Zora starts sweating from her eyes because she never thought she'd really ever have a little family like that and a great big group hug ensues Zora also does a little dance and shoots of her guns when she finds out she is commonly referred to as Big Mama Molly almost also almost dies when they refer to her as Big Sis They both then start sparring with Dawn who they don't have to go easy on at all!! she's totally a match for both of them with her whip and the army of zombies she can raise form the dead!! her epithet is Artifact: she can restore anything to its original state! it's so epic!!! They also start cooing over little Nia because she's just such a gosh darn cute little bunny! *cheeks are pinched* it isn't until later that they actually get around to asking who their doner fathers are Nia that points at Rasmey... Zora+Ramsey: WWWWHHHHHHAAAATTTTTTT!?!?!?!?!?!?!? Zora spends a good hour screaming at the sky and comtimplating weither or not to kill Ramsey for getting his gross rat DNA inside her baby girl!!!  while that's happening Ramsey just brakes down on his knees because he can't comprehend how somthing using his DNA could turn out so unbelievably cute and just starts crying while his little bunny niece awkardly consoles him. percy isn't that surpised, she always knew if she and zora had children she'd want Ramsey to be the doner, which only makes Ramsey cry some more. after a while everybody managed to calm down and all agree that no matter what they still love their cute little baby nia! and they tell the story about how Zora AND Ramsey spent months trying  to convince Howie to take his place because they were both so scared of making a baby rat both of them also let Nia braid their hair and put flowers in it the girls show em a pic of future them too Percy is the most beautiful regal police chief woman ever with gray streaks and a freaking cape and everything!! Zora is having a straight up heart attack!!! Future Zora's still pretty beautiful too and looks like a combo of a pj wearing stay at home mom and an assassin, Ramsey's pretty much the same but he's devolved into socks with sandles. the Uncle is really taking over

Giovanni: Gio’s a little confused everyone’s kids are here but he doesn’t see anyone who looks like him anywhere But all the other kids do dog pile their BIG BAD UNCLE GIO!!! Because he is going to be the best and only babysitter they’ve all ever had!!!- also he may or may not have made them all Blasters (hang on folks this is gonna get feely) while he absolutely loves that and all the new minions be can’ t help but feel...Oh well, I guess when you’re living the life of a big-time villain it doesn’t really leave a lot of room for marriage or kids or... family But then he just happens to run into future Crusher and Future Spike they’re both wearing wedding rings and spikes...pregnant... he smiles and says he’ s so happy for the two of them that they could have such a wonderful life together all while he’ s struggling to hold back his tears (very very poorly) Gio: W-Well *Sniff* I-I *Sniff* should leave *sniff* y-you t-two alone *sniff* you could be *sniff* do a-ahny second now!! Crush grabs his hand just as he’s about to run away and cry forever and he notices that the little ring has 3 little diamonds blue, orange, and ...pink so does Spike’s. Crush slowly bring’s his hand over to Spike’s stomach and holds it there with his. It finally all clicks for him. Gio: BBBHHHHHHAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!! *a tiny lake is formed out of his tears as he hugs his soon to be baby girl* Her name is gonna be Gianna “Gigi” BearClaw Potage and she’s gonna be the cutest little feral tomato ever!

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