#give mah boi love

[cinnamon-phrog]

Do you ever see a take in a fandom tag and you're like HNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAGHHHHHHHHH

[i-fucking-hate-ppl]

Sup mah dude! I've just finished binge reading your HH hcs and I freaking love them! ✨ If you're still taking requests, may I get how getting married with our demon boi Alastor would be like? From what lead him to deciding he was gonna marry our reader, how he proposes, what's the marriage gonna be like, etc., etc. And if you can, maybe include how our other main characters would react? Thank you for blessing us ❤️✌️

Wassup! I hope you enjoy this fluffy bundle of fluff!

Alastor decided he was going to marry you the moment he came to term with his feelings. He hasn't even thought about courting anyone since, well he was alive! Even then it was mostly to please his dear mother!

He can't recall a time he's ever felt this way about anyone before, and if he was ever going to marry someone he knew it'd be you.

Of course he's a gentlemen though, he won't start with that. No no no, it simply won't do.

He'll test it out first. Make sure you two are actually compatible. It'll be a few years before he starts asking subtle hints about what you like it rings, like certain cuts or perhaps gold vs silver, ring size.

To be safe you don't know, he'll buy you a ring for you birthday to throw you off.

And once he's done browsing and has found the most perfect, stunning ring he'll propose.

He'll make sure it's your anniversary to once again throw you off, and take you out to the best restaurant. He'll make sure to plan quite a few activities, and at the end he'll take you for a walk. Of somewhere private and most importantly quiet with the most beautiful view you could possibly find in hell.

He'll find the perfect opportunity to step back, while you're distracted by the site seeing to kneel and just wait patiently for you to turn around.

And the moment you say yes he's up and slipping that ring on your finger with a peck to your forehead.

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Charlie was flabbergasted. She didn't think Alastor would ever, in a million years, propose and get married. Although that didn't stop her excitement. She's quick to congratulate you two and squeeze you both in a big old hug!

Vaggie really couldn't care less, she was shocked but just doesn't care as much. Giving a smile congratulations and a smile. She does wonder if you have magical, voodoo love spells or something though..

Angel Dust most certainly said something inappropriate and is now trying to fight off a pissy Alastor during all the congrats.

Sir Pentious is just "Really? That's who you want to marry? For the rest of your life that's who you want to be stuck with? I'm not judging.. but I'll be praying for you dear!"

Husk gives no fucks, he tried warning you and you ignored him. It'll be your own bad decision he already made his. No congrats either.

Nifty is jittery and beyond excited. Talking and asking questions a mile per minute. Climbing all over you while she does. She also can't believe Alastor will be married, what is your secret to a bad boy's heart! Tell. Her.

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The wedding is most certainly in cannibal town, it's the place close to Alastor's heart. It reminds him so much of his era in life, honestly can't imagine the wedding taking place anywhere else.

He would prefer if the wedding was more traditional, such as you wearing a white dress/tux. But if you would prefer a dress/tux of a different color he will be willing to bend since he wants you to be just as happy as he will be.

He'll also want it to be very, very small. Just a few people.

He will try to do most of the work so you don't have to worry about anything.

Rosie will most certainly be the wedding officiant, she got certified just for him! She didn't expect an Ace in the hole such as Alastor to ever get married and is beyond excited to do this for him!

Zestial is his best man, and the rest of his best "men" are Husk (who was most certainly forced to be there) and Nifty.

He didn't care who you chose as your best, as long as it wasn't Lucifer.

He'll most certainly go for a red and black theme and hope you agree.

The flowers would be deep red roses with black lilies, with a small touch of pink roses just to brighten it a bit.

Cake would most certainly be yellow, with black frosting and deep red frosting roses on it, decorated beautifully.

He'd pretty much make sure the whole wedding was perfect and beautiful. Just for you.

Zestial will be walking you down if your Father isn't in hell. He doesn't want you to walk alone down the aisle!

His vows would be

"You know dear, you are very special to me. There isn't a single soul in heaven or hell that could possibly make me feel the way I do for you. You're one in a million! A random, wild chance that I will never take for granted! The first and only one that could ever warm my heart! I promise that I will always take care of you and protect you until the very end! A promise that will never be broken, forever and always my darling."

He'll make sure no one can see the sealing kiss, but he most certainly seals that shit. You are his now, always.

Zestial will also act as your father for the first dance and give you away to Alastor after as well, if your Father isn't present. Just to keep things traditional and make you happy.

Of course the music is played from a radio and of course it's mostly Jazz.

After it's all said and done and you're home, Alastor might feel the very rare want to have sex. But if not he'll hold you close and read to you from one of your favorite books without his radio static. He'll have tea and snacks on the side table for you to enjoy as you listen to him speak. If you doze off he'll change you into some pajamas and lay down you down in bed before getting ready and laying with you and holding you close.

Then it will be your turn to plan the honeymoon, he will let you have free reign to decided where you'd like to go and what you would like to do and only give input if you ask for it.

[py-dreamer]

So... I know I'm late...

But yea! I said I was coming back with some stickers and I kept my word! I would've hoped that I could've completed the sheet in like a day but as you can see...that didn't work out

I know I've been a bit MIA lately but burnout sucks. I do have a lot of WIPS I really want to work on but again, it seems that the ProcrastiNation hath struck my feeble mortal brain again.

But anyways:

I headcanon Aroace Mei, just a personal headcanon (disagree if you like) I also like lesbian Mei but thought I'd give some aroace appreciation

Silktea was only given 1 episode but OH BOY did it fuel our wild shipping habits. And I jumped on the bandwagon. It's a reference to that scene in She-Ra where Scorpia tells Catra she 'didn't want to do this' then wraps kitty up in the blankey and cradles her like a wee baby. And Sandy would do that for any friend, I will die on this hill

Saw a fanart where Mk had a pig nose themed pacifier and I just yoinked that idea. The pig hoodie and the pacifier seems like something Tang would do for Pigsy (also to get away with free noodles cause who can say no to that face?~)

Mac showing Wukong the lantern. What can I say, mans' fascinated by them pretty lights. Though our little performer's eyes seem to be straying from the show (^u ')

I know many people have issues with shipping with Nezha and such and I know the two had a rough history but y'know what fans do; they love to make the people who kill each other soulmates (platonic, romantic or otherwise) Even if it wasn't romantic, I still love the idea of them being buddies and just chilling, the danger noodle prince and the angy prince snuggle and watch a movie (mainly from Nezha 2019 but I also saw New Gods and can I just say, I want those two twinks to bicker then kiss awkwardly and I want Yun Xiang to BEAT. HIS. ASS) but in case anyone asks, I do perceive Nezha to be a consenting adult in general outside shipping drama and if the two are adults, it does make my heart squeal when I see these two hold hands and whatnot

HOW COULD I EVER FORGET MY SPICYBOIS, inspired by that one Ponyo kiss scene. I was actually gonna make a bigger piece but then I saw someone do it already in a much better fashion than I ever could and I just gave up on the idea but Ig here, its just like the two cakes mentality and I gave it a go. Hope I could do the concept justice

Have spider queen or scorpion queen ever interacted before? No. But they are both queens and I believe Spider Queen's confidence could rub off on Scorpion Queen and she'd appreciate the company of Spider Queen's children henchmen. Also she give yummy food so lesbian venomqueens for the win

Redraw of that moment with Peng and Azure. I normally detest that bird but these two do get some gears grinding and whatever anyone says. Neither of those two are straight. I'll tell ya that.

Toxicinsanity is another rarepair that had like 1 sec screen time. I don't think they'd ever work out in canon and had virtually no chemistry. I still love all the fluffy ship content I can find of them though and if it ever were to happen. I think the mayor would scare the sh!t out of Syntax

Let's get at least one hetero couple here, Chang'e and Hou'Yi are a couple of favorites ngl, I took most of their outfits from Over the moon cause both of them looked stunning, Chang'e especially. I've seen people ship mah girl with other people and while I do agree it's healthy to move on, in my heart she will always long for Hou'Yi

Also irl, on valentines, my mum took us out for lunch, she treated us to bubble tea and donuts. We walked home so I waited to drink mah drink in my room while I drew and I accidentally finished it all... I'm so sorry mum

f*ck I forgot ironbull. Uhh....I'll draw something later, rn I need to go to bed before I get yelled at...

click pic for less sh!ty quality!

[00belle00lovely00]

Can you pls do Craftycorn x Dogday? I'm STARVING for craftyday content 🙏

OH MAH GAWD IM GETTING SO MANY BY AMOUNTS- I AM-

OK OK OK OK OK I GOT PLENTY FOR THIS ONE

☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨☀️🎨

I'm sticking with this one ship called "Sunshine and Rainbows."

He calls her Pretty Lady regularly.

We all know how Craftycorn is very much soft-spoken, in my head, she always played out as not exactly a shy girl but rather someone very intimate with herself you know? WHILE DOGDAY? NAH. HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT PERSONAL SPACE, HE DOESN'T KNOW WHAT NOT WANTING TO MAKE FRIENDS IS LIKE, THIS MAN IS THE EMBODIMENT OF EXTROVERTS.

I think the biggest headcanon we all agreed to is that one scenario where Crafty gets all nervous to show people her art, while Dogday says: "LETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETMESEELETME-" on poor Crafty.

Okay, underrated headcanon. INSTEAD of Craftycorn liking Dogday and being such a nervous mess about it. WHAT IF DOGDAY WAS THE ONE WHO HAD A CRUSH ON HER- WHAT IF YALL, WHAT IFFFFF!

Can't we all just equally agree Dogday sucks at drawing so we got Crafty as his art teacher? PLEASE-

I've said it so many times. Live laugh love Craftycorn girl failure.

DOGDAY👏GIVING👏CRAFTYCORN👏PRINCESS👏TREATMENT👏>>>>>>>>>>

Dogday, although sunny and joyful, can obviously get VERY stressed regularly. As if in case any of his friends get into a small fight, he gets to stay up all night trying to figure out a way to reconcile the group back together. Telling himself that "it's what the leader has to do". Of course, Craftycorn gets worried by how Dogday's house lights are still on. And decides to go check up on him. She's not as good as Catnap in helping people go to sleep, but she is non less a good company to stick around. So if Dogday declines to get to sleep right away when Crafty asks him about it, she considers perhaps doing some arts and crafts to at least ease his mind. Hopefully, him falling asleep at the desk to then be tucked him with a blanket.

They gotta absolutely LOVE cartoons.

SHE BETTER BE SCRATCHING THIS PUPPY'S EARS- IF IT'S NOT HER. I AM. WE ALL ARE.

Dogday ultimate good boy hehehhehehehheeheh.

Bobby is listening to the whole tea the moment she finds out about this.

Here's a nice headcanon nobody thought about

Craftycorn when typing: " (*^▽^*)\(@^0^@)/(●'◡'●)(✿◕‿◕✿)¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ╰(*°▽°*)╯(^///^)(❁´◡`❁)☆*: .｡. o(≧▽≦)o .｡.:*☆（￣︶￣）↗　( •̀ ω •́ )✧(～￣▽￣)～(✿◡‿◡)（*＾-＾*）(≧∇≦)ﾉ(^・ω・^ )(^._.^)ﾉ╰（‵□′）╯(°ロ°)(⊙_⊙)？ "

Meanwhile Dogday typing: "😊👍"

AM I RIGHT?????

Crafty would make him so many matching bracelets that at this point he had to put them up on the walls as decorations. Yes, she gets embarrassed asf every time they have a slumber party with the group.

Crafty is known to be a very quiet and collected gal, BUT. HERE'S THE SITUATION- IF SHE EVER SNAPPED AT SOMEONE SHE SNAPS ALRIGHT? And BECAUSE she gets so pissed, she attempts to shut her mouth instantly, rush to the nearest room she can find and look herself inside. Guilt and embarrassment eat her alive. Yet, of course, we got Dogday to walk in as an optimistic reassurance.

OOOOOH, WHAT IF DOGDAY WAS BRAIDING HER HAIR AND TAIL- G A S P...... OH MY LORD, I GOTTA SEE ART OF THAT-

ONTOP OF THAT, LET CRAFTYCORN PUT MAKEUP ON HIM, AAAAHHHH!!!!

Between the two of them, Craftycorn is much smarter than him.

PDA?... oh man, have you seen how Dogday is? Of course, there's gonna be a PDA. What you'd expect?

[sakumz]

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「 lu guang x gn reader 」

a/n : I doubt there's many readers for this but THIS MAN OH MAH GAWDD I just started link click... every episode makes me wanna cry when xiaoshi punched him and instead of getting angry he comforted him MY GOODNESS

warnings : a little ooc, reader in hospital...

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" you seem pretty spaced out lately, lu. " xiaoshi playfully punches the white haired boy on the shoulder as he drops his phone from the impact.

" sorry... it's just... remember y/n l/n? " lu guang looks directly at cheng xiaoshi as he ponders for a while before replying.

" yeah, they were from our school though they transferred away halfway. what's up? "

" their brother texted me the other day, said they're in the hospital and well... "

" you've always liked them huh, want me to go to the past and confess on your behalf? " xiaoshi playfully winks as lu guang sighs out of relief. giving xiaoshi the photo he printed out earlier of you and him in the classroom.

" yeah, dont mess up. got it? " lu guang raise his hand.

" got it. " xiaoshi slaps his hand on lu's hand.

" was I that mesmerising in your eyes that you just had to take a picture of me and the golden hour? " you teased as you turn away from the window to look at the white haired boy as he snaps out of his gaze from you and put his phone down, mumbling a sorry.

' damn did you really take a picture without asking for permission? what a creep. ' xiaoshi teased in his head as a certain lu guang flushed red at the memory.

' they looked really pretty, now tell them you'll walk them home and confess then leave the picture. ' lu guang instructs.

" its getting late, I'll walk you home. " xiaoshi tells you as you accepts and pack your things.

exiting the school and walking behind the male, you can't help but feel nervous. xiaoshi occasionally peeks over you as lu guang mentally prepares what nonsense might sprout out of xiaoshi's mouth.

' so why do you want to confess to them? ' he asks.

' they woke up from a coma, their brother said they don't remember anything and have been crying almost every day ever since they woke up. I doubt this confession will change anything in the future but... '

' I get it, today was their last day at school. you didn't get the chance to confess as you ran away after snapping that photo. '

' you- well you're not entirely wrong. ahem focus on the task at hand, just repeat after me. '

" you're really pretty, bright like the sun. funny, kind and sweet. I'm not expecting an answer or whatever but just so you know. I love you a lot, and- " xiaoshi stopped walking as you bump onto his back, stumbling at the impact a little.

" I'm moving away tomorrow. if youre asking me to be your lover then I'm not so sure if a long distance relationship will work out. one might fall for another in the long run. " he's staring at you as you fidget at your spot. this was all so nerve-wracking to you.

" I know that. it's okay, I don't need to be your lover now or ever, but I hope you always remember that there's a guy that fell for you and that you're amazing no matter what. " xiaoshi can't help but sympathize with his friend's possible one-sided love.

" I-I'm sorry, " hearing the apology shocked both xiaoshi and lu guang, tears pricked onto the corners of your eyes as you aggressively wipe your eyes.

" I'm sorry, it's just... " crouching down to cover your face to cry wasn't helping the words come out of your mouth.

xiaoshi bends down to your height, " it's okay really! " he attempts to pat your head in hopes to comfort you but it only made your heart sank deeper.

" you're a sweet guy despite your h-hard and cold exterior. I truly loved you too but we can't be together! not now or ever, so many things might change for you and me. I'll be moving away tomorrow, to a far-away place. you and I- we won't make it as lovers with those circumstances! " lu guang sighs heavily as xiaoshi mentally panics, ' hello? lines quick! '

" umm, I don't know what to say besides goodluck on your departure. " hearing that, your sniffles stop as you glare at the man infront of you.

' don't say that idiot, tell them it's alright. I'll find them in the future eventually, just wait for me. ' so xiaoshi repeats after him.

hearing the words, renders you speechless at his confidence to find you. you broke into a smile as lu guang body's reacts with a faint blush on his face, heck even the real lu guang looking at you from xiaoshi's eyes was blushing. after the so-called confession session and successfully bringing you home. xiaoshi exits the photo.

" thank you, " lu guang peeks over to his friend sprawled out next to him on the couch.

" wanna visit them or what? " xiaoshi challenged to which lu guang sighs before agreeing.

after texting your brother for details, here they were starring at your figure looking out the window.

" am I still mesmerising in your eyes? why don't you take a picture of me and the golden hour, lu guang. " hearing the softness of your voice, he rushes by your side to give you a squeeze.

you feel his tears fall on you as you return the hug, you're home now. wherever he is, your heart will call it home. xiaoshi watches as his friend cries for you before walking away to give you guys more privacy.

" sorry, I can't help the tears. you- you remembered, " he stops crying to look at you. you were wearing a soft smile on your face, the faint blush was there but with the glowing sun behind you. you looked ethereal.

" I'm happy to see you too, waking up from a dream... that confession was what I last dreamed of, lu guang... I love you so much, " he takes a seat next to your bed, following to grab your cold hands with his larger and warmer hands.

" I love you just as much too. after you left, my heart couldn't move on from you. it longs for you, I miss you so much. I didn't want to bother nor distract you when you moved, so I didn't text you. when your brother texted about today, I can't help but feel the need to visit... I wasn't sure if doing so was right until a friend suggested it. "

" ha, that friend must've been cheng xiaoshi ? I think that's his name, "

" yeah, " he smiles fondly at today's fiasco.

" I've got so much to tell you, but for now... I'm feeling a little sleepy... " you mumbled out as you slowly changed position, moving one of your hands out of his hold. falling asleep with one hand of his in front of your face.

he watches fondly, your heartbeat in the monitor seems fine. he didn't change your future, seeing as the major event where you were in the hospital still exists. heck, you must've been telling on your brother about him despite not talking to lu guang eversince but, for your brother to even bother to reach out to him like that... does that mean you were fated to meet him once more? he can't help but smile a little at the thought.

" I've got so much to tell you too, " he says as he closes his eyes and places his head above the arm, holding onto your hand. he falls asleep from the sounds in the room. how he truly can't wait for things to play out. he didn't really change the future now, did he?

[starliights-shining]

Bayverse drift, crosshairs, and Sideswipe

W cybertonian crush who calls them nicknames in other languages that they don't know? Like, Mein liebe (my love) , Mahal ko (my love, again), hermoso (Handsome), Liebling (Darling), beaue (Lovely)... Just any sweet nicknames in a language he doesn't know shit about??

Reader just loves telling the mech their feelings straight up, and the darling doesn't even know

What would his reaction be when he's informed of the translations?

Hellloooo, sorry for the wait! I hope this is what you were looking for and expecting. Request are still open if you like what your read or have a request. Enjoy :)

Pairings: Bayverse Drift x Reader, Crosshairs x Reader, Sideswipe x Reader

Warnings: Poorly translated languages(sorry in advance),

Drift - Mein Liebe(My Love) and Liebling(Darling) 

You spent most of your time on Earth in the German countryside, considering you arrived right after WWII. So in time you learned the language, and with the many different drivers you’ve had, you’ve experienced and heard many different things, but the sweet nicknames your long term German driver gave to their lovers just so happened to stick with you. 

“Mein Liebe!” 

After jumping out of the driver side door and into their lovers arms, the image was sweetly sickening, but how you longed for your turn. 

You remember when you received the message from Optimus about other autobots being out there. You were with the same driver, and boy had it been a long time. The children were crying in the back as your radio transmitted the message. 

“Warum ist Ihr Radio durcheinander? Dieses Stück Schrottauto!!”

Their hand coming to smack down on your dashboard, what the fuck. In that moment you transformed, throwing the two adults out and holding the small children. Your feet stuck to the concrete of the highway, and their words hit hard, you were no piece of junk. You sat the children down, giving them a hard look before transforming and leaving. 

You may no longer be in Germany anymore, but you still spoke like it. A thick accent when speaking and along with the occasional German words, but with the group Prime had configured, everyone was different. Especially this one bot, Drift. He also had somewhat of an accent, and was all about tranquility and whatnot, kinda the opposite of you. You remember the first time you called him Liebling. 

He and Hound were getting into it, something about a flower in the wind, loyalty and fear, some haiku. When Hound threatened to drop a grenade down his throat over it, Drift pulled his swords and started on about threats when your servos grabbed at his shoulder plating, pulling him towards you. 

“Liebling, cool it yah! He can’t comprehend such great poems.” 

Optimus then started on about something. Drift dropped all arguments and just looked towards you, a smile coming from you and you both just looked back to Optimus. 

The second time just happened was when you were both battling in london. He was in the blast radius of a con attack, being thrown back and you witnessed it. Running over to help him, your processor not being able to pick between german and english curse words before you made it in earshot of him.

“Mein Liebe! Are you okay? Are you hurt? Where does it hurt?” 

Your servos move him around as he groans. He was too dazed to fully recognize what was going on, He had only picked up on Meine Liebe, that was new. A foot soldier that had been with you since the battle laughed a little. Your optics moved to look at him, a concerned look. 

“‘My love’, what are you two in a relationship?” 

This must have been what shook Drift from his daze. My love, you have been calling him My love, he felt honored. 

“Well, It was easier to say when he didn’t know what it meant, soldier” 

Your optics moved back to look at Drift. He was smiling at you, his body seemed to relax.

“I'm honored to know you call me that, My love.” 

Now it was your turn to smile at him, He finally knew your feelings.

Crosshairs -  Mahal ko(My Love) 

Crosshairs was no shy bot, so when you showed up. He felt the urge to question you, make sure you weren't a ‘backstabbing con’. Which with the circumstance of your arrival it made sense. You had taken your time with showing up, but once he saw you transform, and the nice placement of the autobot symbol on your chassis, he knew you were somewhat okay. He found you interesting, the way you didn’t speak like the rest, the way you were just something else, it was kinda fascinating to him. You were fascinating to him, and that nickname you gave him, it sounded special, far too special for him. He didn’t do research, opting to just let you tell him when you're ready, and boy did it happen. 

Minding your business, he makes some sort of gun, when it all blows up in his face. With an upset noise he turns around. Waving his servos around like it was nothing.  

“It's okay Mahal ko, you’ll get it next time.” 

The words of encouragement just weren't enough to get him to go at it again, instead his optics landed on you and in an instance, he had some questions. 

“What does that even mean? You say it often, but not to anyone else. You calling me a name or something, cause if so i’ll,” 

He cut himself off, you were simply just smiling at him and he was threatening you. You optics closed, you trusted him far too much.

“You are just something else,” 

Your voice was so sweet, never weavering, never sounded bitter, he simply couldn’t get enough. 

“If you wanna know so badly, It means my love.” 

“My love, do you have some feelings for me or something?” 

You smiled, he was so clueless. He stared at you, optics steady scanning your face for lies, but there were none. 

“Nah, I don't believe you. What is this for you?”

“You're always asking what's in it for you.” 

“Because there’s gotta be something, ain't no way you aint getting something outta this.” 

“Nothing in this but you, your feelings.” 

He stops, he always says let's use words but this time he was out of them. Your feelings really took the words outta him.

Sideswipe  - Hermoso (Handsome) 

With the rise in autobots showing up after Primes message, bots from all around the world and universe were showing up. One of the bots from around the world was you, coming from South America. You’d traveled around the world, but there was something about Spanish that just sat right with you. It felt so normal, so when you developed feelings for the bot you were constantly paired up with, you just got used to calling him handsome. It just wasn’t in english. 

You two were cornered in a run down building, it was a two on four moment. You two were bumped back to back. You loaded your fusion cannon before speaking. 

“How are we doing this, Hermoso?” 

Your optics narrowed as you tried to pinpoint where they'd come from. Your servo lifting up your cannon. He laughed at your question, you could hear the smile in his voice. 

“However, we must.” 

He leaned his helm into the back of yours, almost to reassure you that the two of you will survive this. 

“Hey, I’ve got a question, just in case something happens.” 

You thought he’d ask how you wanted your sent off to be, and that's what filled your head before his question. You wanted him to be the one, the one to carry you, the one to remove your autobot symbol, the one to give your last words. You were taken out of your thoughts when he started talking, a light hearted tone.

“What’s Hermoso mean and why do you only call me that?” 

You felt him lift up his swords and turn his helm to look over his shoulder plating. You laughed, just like you would if he told you a funny joke about brother. 

“It means Handsome, and why only you, because you’re handsome, Harmoso.” 

You turned around to face him, a smile on your face as he turned around on his skates to look at you. 

“You clever bot.” 

A smile appearing on his face as well, you simply nodded and closed your optics.

“I like it, now I’ve gotta have one for you.” 

“Aww no need for that.” 

You started moving back, the silence from no cons was starting to get worrying. 

“Of course there is, you gave me a cute nickname, I gotta give you one back.” 

“I'm sorry, are you reciprocating my feelings right now?”

He shrugged at you, before skating off. He was reciprocating your feelings.

 

Hound -  Beaue(Lovely) 

Hound had his shotgun pointed at Crosshairs helm, all the autobots were on the ship, and Crosshairs was kinda bullying the humans.

“Come on, let's use words.” 

You reached around and placed your servo on the gun, pushing it down while whispering something to Hound. 

“Beaue, let's calm down now.” 

The group disperse, you and Hound, and the rest in pairs. You don't remember what you were looking for, but you just remember Hound clearing his throat. 

“Huh, What’d you say?” 

You tear your optics from whatever you're looking at to him. 

“I said, what does that name you keep saying mean? Is it someone you're looking for.” 

You laughed, placing your servos on your hips as you looked around. 

“I'm not laughing, I wanna know. If I can help or not.” 

“It’s not someone I'm looking for. It just means lovely. It's what I call the people I like.” 

You got closer to him, you thought about touching him, placing your servo on his shoulder or arm, but with such high tensions from surroundings you decided against it. So you decided you’d explain what like meant in this scenario. 

“Like, love, hints why its ‘my love’” 

“You like me? Hard to believe, when there's a war going on.” 

He turned around and continued to walk.

“Well war doesn’t stop love Hound.” 

You laughed, and continued to follow him. You could further explain when you guys weren’t on some enemy ship. 

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Johnny “Soap” MacTavish x f!OC / 2.1k words

Soap’s always been a little too comfortable playing at violence, always gone-bright when he can turn the threat of it into a promise. Joke’s on the world at large: Special Agent Bordelon’s into that shit.

Or: Soap pulls a knife on a stranger for being a creep, because he’s from the brutal street stabbing capitol of the UK and that’s just how you say “Hi, hey, hello—back the fuck off.” And a million kisses to @lunarvicar for encouraging my bullshit! LOVE YOU NAT 🫶

It is never hard to run with Soap and keep his breakneck pace—the only thing that had been difficult was adjusting to the fact that someone else could finally keep up with hers. It’s a stomach-thrilling shock to look from the corner of her eye, and find the blur of his burly shape there, winking and clicking his tongue without breaking a sweat.

Bordelon is soft for the Scot sook, god forsake the shit out of her.

He’s landed in D.C. on medical leave, a broken collarbone leaving his arm in a sling, and the first thing he’d done—after kissing his way up her neck to the spot behind her ear that made her skin sing and her palms sweat—was sling his good arm around her neck, pulling her in close, and nibbling her earlobe. “Christ, s’it always pishin’ it doon here, too?”

“Naw,” she laughed back, reaching to tangle their fingers together on her chest, his backpack slung over her shoulder, “just October, couillon.”

“Ohh, talk that dirty, fake French to me, mah cherry,” he mock-growled, which just earnt himself a pap! of the palm to his cheek. All play, no sting, and he beamed.

That night burns down to the coals—traipsing back to her apartment, showing off the ugly bruise that bleeds does from his neck to his bottom-rung rib, kissing and touching and figuring out a way to fuck that doesn’t hurt him too-too much.

(The man likes a little ache in it, here and there. Calls dichotomy in that blessed, rock-fall accent. Ratios of sweet to sour, black to white, sun and night. As if he had any more concept of balance and moderation than she.)

He lies across the bed in that silly-ass sling, watching her bitch her smart TV a blue-streak while wearing one of his threadbare navy t-shirts and nothing else. Rubs the spot at the bottom of his sternum, listening to rain slap heavy sheets against the old windows, and says, “Perdita.”

“Don’t you full name me,” she warns, shaking her head, because it is an ill-fitted address. For him, she is Hen, or Perdie, in much the same way he is her Johnny, Jean, or John-boy. A thing you love is all in how you name it, and their names are softened and held close; in the way of lovers who began as friends, once they were strangers no more.

“We’re getting married ‘fore I ship back tae Glasgow,” is how he finishes his thought, and Bordelon turns on her hips, back and forth, vaguely pointing the remote at the screen. He gives her a challenging tooth-sharp smirk. “Thought I should warn you.”

“Mhm. Yeah.” She wonders if she should count this a proposal, or call his bluff, and then she thinks—might as well nail both options to the fuckin’ wall while she’s got the knife. “We go our way onto the courthouse tomorrow. Keep it simple, ça c’est bon?”

International marriage is never that simple, though, and they’re both the wiser to it. But the sentiment is pretty, and it sparks amongst the hard-bought bonfire that lives in the depths of her chest, flames rising and licking to glorify his name. So, they call it an engagement, and Soap pulls a turn-around she doesn’t expect, turning his phone off to pull a shade of night over only the two of their heads.

He’s no family to call, apart from his 141, and even then, there’s a hesitance to his hands. Her man—her bombastic, beautiful bastard—could not stand to be a burden, no. A nightmare that is for him, himself. Even if he were to reach out with the utterly, desolately rare delivery of good news (a phenomenon grown so rare that Neptune would sooner complete circuits around the sun these days), it would make his skin crawl.

Were he to have his way, his burdens would never leave the span of his shoulders to weigh down another’s back, even something as small as what might be an inconveniently timed but otherwise benign or even welcome call.

Come the gray and misting morning, he’s handsy and all-paws, even short a limb, groping for Bordelon as the woman rolls upright on the edge of the bed, pushing her sleep-tangled hair away from her face before it irritates her to death. His hand is warm, callused, and heavy with insistence as it settles into the dip of her violin hip, trying to pull her back into the warm expanse of his hard-packed body.

“Perdie, Hen,” he grunts, tone shading toward playful complaint, “the fuck’re y’doin’ awake?”

“Startin’ off,” she croaks, shaking her head, pushing at his fingers as they crawl closer to her cunt. “Stop that—arrête ça! You’re mangy this morning, T’Jean,” she laughs, pushing more firmly at his grip. “No, get up. Got a friend, knows her way ‘round immigration policy, and she always got an envie for brunch.”

“Brunch?” he questions, flat as buried flounder, falling back into her mountains of mismatched pillows with a dreadful look on that handsome face of his. “Darlin’, am no getting my fat ass outta bed, even for brunch. Feel kinda fruity even sayin’ it.”

“Even for to get us married?” she darts back, turning to look at him, drawing her fingers in circles through the hair on his lower stomach, cooing ridiculously in her rasp-rough drawl, “Even for me.”

“Goddamn,” he groans, throwing baby-dog eyes her way. “I mean, was hopin’ you’d take it serious—cannae tell wi’ your ass—but.” He swallows, one of those corny, I’m-about-to-fuck smiles threatening the corner of his mouth, the one that makes him all coy and keen, looking down at her pale, spidery fingers drifting closer and closer through his thick, dark body hair to his fattening cock. “Wouldn’t you rather stay in bed? Cold morning like this, I could keep you warm.”

She just barely brushes her fingers over his cock before she’s snap-sliding out of bed, copperhead quick, tossing over her shoulder, “Nope! Already sent an email, she knows we on the schedule,” on her way to the shower.

Soap drops back against the bed, rubbing his stubbled face, grunting, “Bordelon, you arsehole.”

But he can’t withstand the siren call of watching her in the shower, so, ever-faithful and ever-horned up, he follows after.

D.C. is about as filthied up with the sorrows of addiction and homelessness as any other place, Bordelon supposes. Can’t tell if it’s better or worse than any of the time she spent down New Orleans or Baton Rouge way. Colder, mostly. But it’s not all the time you need to know about the homeless or the drug addicts—keepin’ eyes on them, keepin’ them in your ears, at least at the sides.

Sometimes, it’s the fella in the khakis, with a puffer jacket and prescription glasses, his behaviors making his Rolex look cheap shit.

Bordelon and Soap slide last into the car before the doors pull shut, close to standing-room early in Crystal City as lunch hour approaches. All the suits are out their offices, scrounging for edibles, droning loud and monotone on their cells. Whole car is damp and humid from the downpour, human body heat causing an intense mugginess that crawls under the clothes to irritate the skin. It’s damn near enough to make Bordelon’s head spin, neck uncomfortable with sweat the way it was all them years down deep, deep in the south.

“No, sit doon,” Soap says, flapping the good arm great and wide, trying to get her to pop a squat on the only empty seat left, shaking his head. “Dinnae try bossin’ me, talkin’ wi’ that spooky-arse agency voice. Want away from you a minute.”

He dresses up chivalry as dismissal, and she can’t help but grin, even as she dawdles on sitting.

“What? You don’t like how Tiffany sounds? I swear, she’s perfectly nice. And outstanding in her field. She’s an accomplished agent, and her superiors are recommending her for a promotion,” she says, in that self-same agency voice of which he’d complained—rich and clear, dialect: nonregional, speech pattern: nondescript.

“Oof, fuckin’ hate that, stop,” he snorts, faking a shiver, but he does complain, “Hey, what? Where you goin’?” when she actually does move to sit down, tugging her up by the collar of her shirt just a bit to pop a grinning kiss against her mouth.

She doesn’t realize, at least not right away, that the tug at her collar disrupted her shirt. Just enough to make a few buttons slip, exposing more of her right tit under her open coat. Wore a thin top today, loose, but figured the dark fabric would hide any transparency. Hated tight clothes, hated bras, and never wore one; just figured her rack had spent thirty-three years being nothing to comment on.

Well. More than half a tit exposed was enough to catch the attention of the man who cheapens his Rolex by being the one to wear it.

Soap likes strange things because he, himself, is a strange thing, and Bordelon had thought to take him the two hours north to Philly to hit the Mütter Museum to see their medical abnormalities, because once their brunch is out, they’ll have an entire day to themselves. She’s busy showing him pictures, enticing him, when the woman next to her taps her thigh.

Like an alarm hollerin’ in her head, she starts running two tracks instant-like, leaning without looking as she whispers, “Yeah, chere?”

The woman is older, in maroon scrubs—some kinda tech, smell of jelly on her says maybe ultrasound—and nonslip clogs. Can’t quite see her name badge, but that seems on purpose, covered up by her fleece.

“That man over there—he’s takin’ pictures of you,” she whispers back, straightening her jacket needlessly as a hint, “just wanted you to know. Maybe tell your man?”

“Oh, no,” Bordelon hums, smoothly pulling her shirt back into place, “I tell him, he gonna light that stupid bastard up like a candle.”

“Who’s lightin’ me up like a candle?” Soap stage-whispers, all play, and Bordelon knows exactly how the next ten seconds are gonna go, and it plays out picture perfect to her premonition. Bordelon tells him don’t worry, I got it, the Good Samaritan in maroon scrubs informs him of the creep, and the smile on Soap’s face turns into a flesh-ripper grin as all the fun burns outta his gaze like a gas fire in a hyperbaric chamber.

“Oh?”

“MacTavish,” she warns him, “wait til the stop.”

“Naw, naw, naw. I’ll play nice, Hen.” That means, sure as shit, he won’t.

The switch knife he takes out his back pocket is deadly smooth, and so is his broad step to the stranger and his budget, Amazon-bought phone case, pushing straight into his man-spread legs.

The fact there isn’t an immediate uproar, but the man’s face is blanched and staring up at him with a shitload of oh fuck on his face speaks to Soap’s own scary-ass career, and Bordelon can barely see the tip of the knife pressing into the spot just below the stranger’s ribs.

“Hey, pal, mornin’,” Soap says, bright and easy as anything, voice not droppin’ even a note, head tilted real friendly. “Do me a favor, eh? Just drop your phone next t’my boot, yeah? We’ll just get this little creeper session done and dusted.”

Can’t even hear the clunk when it slides out of the man’s limp hand, and it’s even quieter when the heel of Soap’s boot shifts over to destroy the screen, grinding it to dust.

“Good man,” he says, pulling the knife back to close it and slide it into his sling. “Next stop, you’re off. But you’re gonna leave your phone on the floor. Hope you dinnae eat shet on the way home to your ol’ lady.”

Bordelon resists the urge to slap a hand over her face, but when Soap kicks the phone back to her, she catches it under the toe of her boot, catching the expression of the tech to her side, unsurprised but impressed. Must have herself a man like Soap, waiting for her to make it home.

“Sorry ‘bout the screen, Perdie. Think you can get in there and delete his shet still?” Soap asks, tone a bottom lip pout, and Bordelon nods, tucking her fingers into the back of his belt before snaking them up under his shirt, swirling her fingertips into his back dimples.

“Hah. You know it, Johnny,” she hums, looking up at him from under her lashes. It’s a tenderness, sweet and true, taking up space between her lungs. Mad bastard. Crazy motherfucker. Loony bitch. When he looks back at her, he curls his fingers under her jaw, looking relieved. Poor thing knows hit dog hollers, and he long ago stopped yelping when he was struck. He’s looking to be told he didn’t do something bad. But she finds his pace, she always does. Of course, she did.

But that goes beggin’ the question: what’s a hellhole-heart like her supposed to do with a love like this?

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[natriae]

Chapter 1: Stahp callin' me Miya

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warnings: profanity & complaining

"No Miya you cannot for the love of god post that you wanna ride Sakusa's dick on tiktok,"

"why not i'd be funny,"

Funny enough, leaving the MSBY gymnasium was the hardest part about your job. It should be the easiest, but all the boys think you clocking out means now is the time to ask you questions. In particular a setter manages to do this everyday. You always catch him running out of the locker room door with wet hair and his gym bag hugged tightly to his chest as he chases after you. Half the time his questions don't even have to do with your job. Questions he should be asking the manager or coach.

Exiting the large building the two of you are met with the beautiful, natural landscape of osaka. The parking lot with huge trees shading your cars, and small lights in the ground not to ruin the scenery. They even managed to make sure the garden full of flowers in the front was managed daily. The landscape would be so relaxing if there wasn't a loud blonde haired setter talking your ear off.

You'd think he'd be trying to get with you with how determined he is to be by your side on your way out, but those thoughts leave as soon as he opens his mouth.

Questions fly out of: 'can ya check out this pimple on my ass' or 'would it ruin mah image if i posted a twerking video'. If anyone heard your conversions they'd think you two are just close friends, but you only met him a few months ago and never see him outside of your job.

Atsumu was just a carefree young man without a filter, and as much as you hated him annoying you on your way out, you were grateful. You were grateful that you had someone walk you to your car in the afternoon or at night even if he wasn't purposefully doing it.

Like right now, while he rants about what a good idea it would be to post his hot-takes on his teammates he subconsciously opens your car door for you, and waits for you to roll your window down before shutting it.

"I'm just sayin' I don't think there will be as much backlash as ya think," the thick accent rolls off his tongue as he ducks his large body down to be face to face with you.

"Okay, yeah when you're getting death threats from Sakusa's fan's I won't be there to help you."

At your retort he scrunches his stupidly cute face up and fires back, "yah, ya will. It's yer job," he finished by giving you his best matter of fact face and waited for you to respond. You think that's why he enjoys toying with you so much, because he knows you will fight his own fire with more fire, but you also hate when he's right--like right now.

You close your eyes and take a deep breath before continuing, "Please Miya just give me one weekend where I don't need to clean up your mess off the clock,"

"When have ya ever hadda do that,"

"Last weekend when you got in a fist fight at a bar," you snapped back.

"Hey! That guy was makin' a lady uncomfortable," he reasons.

"Yes, Miya it was sweet of you, but not for MSBY when headlines of 'MSBY Setter caught in Bar Brawl' hit the first page," Working with the boys as their publicist was hard to say the least. It's like babysitting, but without the money for dinner. Constantly making sure the boys don't fight, swear, or even post stupid tiktoks. You have to review their posts before they post it, and think of any possible way they could receive backlash for it, but the best part of it all was seeing the terrible photos of the boys-like the picture of Atsumu being punched in the face- or getting calls from their mom's because their son won't pick up.

"okay I promise…under one condition," dear god, "stahp callin' me Miya! I have a twin it's confusing!"

Exaggerating you stick you head out of the car window and glace around before ultimately turning back to the man and saying, "I've never met him so 'till I do it's Miya,"

At that you roll up your window as Atsumu gives you a look of disbelief. You signed a very specific contract. You cannot under any circumstances get close to the boys, so to save yourself from wanting more you will stick to their last names.

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[darth-mortem]

Another text from my English lessons. It's about Ghost and Soap from original game.

Simon comes with Johnny to his parents for the first time. 1274 words.

Captain MacTavish and Lieutenant Riley got out of the taxi and found themselves in front of a small, neat house in the Glasgow suburbs. They both got leave at the same time, and John invited Simon to go with him to his parents. To the lieutenant this seemed like a good idea back at the base, but now he had serious doubts, and there were enough reasons for them.

Firstly, Simon still didn’t know how to call what was going on between him and John. He couldn’t open up to MacTavish, and begin to trust him for a long time. The lieutenant didn’t want to trust anyone at all after what happened to him and his family. However, Soap didn’t give up, was gentle and patient, and proved time and time again that he wasn’t going to betray Ghost or hurt him. Gradually, Simon gave up and started to trust the persistent captain. He, crippled both physically and mentally, very much needed someone who wouldn’t judge, who would understand and support him in the most difficult moments of his life. Johnny loved Simon. He took care of him, accepted his quirks, remembered what kind of tea and coffee Riley liked, and also, falling asleep in his embrace, the lieutenant almost never had nightmares. In the end, he admitted to himself that he loved Johnny, but he couldn’t bring himself to tell Johnny about it.

So, this brings to the second reason. Even without officially admitting that Ghost and Soap are more of a couple than friends, their relationship have long since gone beyond friendship. For example, MacTavish often touched and hugged Riley. And since he hated being touched in general, Soap was the only one to whom the lieutenant allowed it. Anyone who spends a few days with Simon will notice this, as well as the glances, hints, jokes, and more that happened between the captain and the lieutenant. So, what if Soap’s parents realize that their son and Simon are more than just comrades in arms?

And finally, the third reason. Johnny’s father was a stern retired colonel, a veteran of the Afghanistan and Persian Gulf wars. Simon was absolutely certain that this man would never approve of the lieutenant’s strange relationship with his son. And Ghost didn’t want to get between Soap and his father.

“Hey, Si,” MacTavish took Riley by the shoulder and smiled, “dinnae be afraid. Everything wull be good; copy that?”

"Solid." Ghost sighed and took his backpack. “After you.”

John nodded, slung his bag over his shoulder, walked up to the porch, and knocked on the door. Simon froze behind him, anxiously waiting for someone in the house to hear them and come out.

A minute later, the door opened, and a frail, short woman appeared on the threshold. When she saw John, she smiled happily and hugged him tightly.

“Son, howfur glad a'm tae see ye!” She exclaimed and turned her gaze to Riley, who was standing behind John. “And you’re Simon, right? A've heard sae much aboot ye! Can ah give ye a hug? John said ye don’t like bein’ touched, so…”

A blush covered the lieutenant’s face under his balaclava. He didn’t think Soap had ever told his parents about him, much less such details, and it made him emotional.

“Greetings, Mrs. MacTavish,” he said confusedly. “Yes, you can.”

The woman smiled kindly, then gently hugged and patted his hooded head.

“I’m very happy tae finally meet mah Son’s boyfriend,” she said.

“Maw!” Johnny exclaimed indignantly.

“Dinnae “maw”, Son!” Mrs. MacTavish cut him off sternly. “Come in, boys, say hello tae Faither, and go wash yer hands. Dinner is almost duin.”

Ghost wanted very much to ask Soap what he had told his parents and why, but there was no way to do so yet. Mrs. MacTavish went to the kitchen, but the captain and the lieutenant were already met by Mr. MacTavish, who was a tall gray-haired man with a stern face and a perfectly straight back.

“Well, well, laddie,” he said, “you finally visited us 'n' brought yer boyfriend.”

John’s father looked at Simon, and he involuntarily straightened up.

“Pleasure to meet you, sir!” The lieutenant saluted.

“Hi, dad,” the captain added, smiling cheerfully.

“A’m want tae tell ye laddies richt noo,” Mr. MacTavish said. “Ah don’t approve o' this love o' yers. But I’m still happy that mah Son found a pair. Sae try nae tae disappoint me, Lieutenant Riley.”

“Aye, Colonel MacTavish, sir!” Ghost exclaimed, saluting again.

“Yer boyfriend is very polite, son, althoogh he hides his face,” the old Colonel nodded approvingly. “Mither has prepared a room fir ye both, sae go get dressed, 'n' heid doon fur th’ dinner.”

Soap obviously knew where they had to go, so Ghost kept quiet until they were in the room Mrs. MacTavish had prepared for them. It was a small, cozy bedroom with soft carpet, lace curtains, and a double bed. John started to take things out of the bag, and Simon froze in the middle of the room, crossing his arms over his chest.

"Why did your parents call me your boyfriend?” He asked, confused and a little unsatisfied.

“Because ye are,” MacTavish shrugged. “C'moan, Si, dinnae be like that. We sleep together, take care o’ each other, and I love ye. Tis called being boyfriends fur normal people.”

Ghost looked at him with wide eyes and said slowly:

“You never said that you loved me.”

“Och, really?” Soap smiled cheerfully. “Well, so I’m saying it now. I love ye, Si.”

“I love you too, Johnny,” Riley said, then came and hugged him, hiding his face on the captain’s shoulder.

Mrs. MacTavish cooked traditional Scottish dishes for dinner. There were cock-a-leekie soup, scoth pies with mutton, clapshot, and cranachan for dessert. Mr. MacTavish put a bottle of single-malt Scotch whisky on the table. At the dinner, John asked his parents about their lives, and they were happy to tell him how things were going. Simon was quiet and hardly raised his eyes, but gradually he was drawn into the conversation too. He noticed that they were talking to him cautiously, without touching on the topics of the family, and concluded that Johnny had told his parents about the tragedy that had happened to him. It didn’t please the Lieutenant very much, but he didn’t want to quarrel, so he just put up with it and even took off his balaclava by the end of the dinner.

“Look, dear, whit a handsome boyfriend oor son has,” Mrs. MacTavish said to her husband with a warm and gentle smile on her lips.

“Beauty insae th' main thing fur a man,” the old Colonel began, but, catching his wife’s stern look, he sighed and added, “but aye, yer richt.”

Riley, whose face was disfigured by scars, felt a lump rise in his throat at how kindly Johnny’s mother had treated him.

Tired from the long journey from the base to Glasgow, Ghost and Soap went to bed early. Simon was lying in Johnny’s embrace, his head resting on the captain’s chest, and he felt surprisingly good, cozy, and safe.

“Well, dinnae ye regret agreeing tae come here with me?” Soap asked, lazily stroking Ghost’s hair.

“No,” Simon answered, “I think I’m happy. I feel here like I have family again.”

“Ye do,” John smiled. “It’s yer home too now. At least ‘til we have oor own home.”

“Our own home,” the lieutenant repeated, and a smile appeared on his scarred lips too. “I like how it sounds.”

“Yeah,” Johnny drawled dreamily, “me too.” They were sleeping in each other’s arms soon, and their dreams were warm, calm, and full of love.

[taehyungisminee]

ATEEZ - IMAGINE

What would be a turn on for Ateez?

[Also I could try to do a more kinkier version. Please tell me if you'd like that]

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 :- 468 words 2,494 characters

Hongjoong: When he had a long day at work and you give him a massage or something. Basically, if you take extra time to spoil him. Or when you help him relieve his stress by letting him fuck you and make this man jealous and you won't know anything but his name for the entire night...

Seonghwa: There's certain type of clothing you could wear, like form-fitting dresses, or short skirts. And if you happen to bend over in front of him, prepare for some action later. Thus every action has an equal and opposite reaction. In this case there is definitely gonna be an opposite reaction for your bratty action.

Yunho: It's so hard imagining him getting turned on but if he does, it's when you straddle him and run your fingers through/tug on his hair. Yunho will get turned on when you wore his shirt. He'll be going crazy watching his clothes look so big on you [This was suggested by @thekhiza] [ Sorry guys I don't think I can write more than this for him. I just am unable to imagine him getting turned on...]

Yeosang: Probably gets turned on if you wore a shirt of his to go to bed or something like that. Or whenever you show a lot of skin. Also. High heels. Yes. He's probably way too shy so he's gonna try his best to hide the fact that he gets turned on.

San: My baby boy I don't think I can do this... It's probably when you tease him in public, like when you're having dinner with the other members and you do some secret stuff under the table... I'm not gonna go into details.. You get what I mean right?

Mingi: When you wear lingerie and give him neck kisses and hickeys he loves those... Also this man is into roleplay no matter if he's the sub or dom. For example like the boss and secretary, a teacher and a student etc...

Wooyoung: Whenever you wear something revealing or show your cleavage. For example you wearing something like a skirt or when you try to be dominant but end up getting spanked or tied up on his bed while he fucks the hell out of you until you can remember nothing but his name for the entire night. Also this man is a DOM no doubt so i feel he'd be into daddy/babygirl. [This is especially for mah friend @wooyoungmybelovedhusband ]

Jongho: Whenever you wear something short or something revealing oh he would love that. Now imagine yourself in a cute short pink skirt on his lap grinding on him.... [OKAY OKAY I tried my best to write for him. Alot of people wanted me to add him and thus I tried my best. I'm sorry if I had disappointed some people before.]

Thankyou! Hope you enjoyed reading.

[Also guys my series of Straykids - Mates.I will be taking a small break from that as I wanna write some other stuff as well.Hope you understand.]

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[lets-get-kraken-boys]

I feel like Arataki Itto gives the greatest hugs.

Any time, any day, for any reason, no questions asked, he’s ready to give you an onslaught of endless nuzzles and cuddles. He just adores holding onto the people he loves! Itto loves letting the people who mean the most to him know how much he cares about them. He’s never gonna shy away from screaming at the top of his lungs how proud he is of all the things you've accomplished, tackling you to the ground with a flying hug (God, that reminds me of the glomping phase Tumblr went through...) after you told him you did a good thing. In his eyes, anything you do should be celebrated because you are his favorite person ever.

His love language is 1,000,000% physical touch you CANNOT convince me otherwise. And he ain’t scrawny or boney, either. I mean, have you seen the man??? Stronk, big boi, lorge (if you can’t tell, I’m a big fan of the...aura...he emits 😏), just the most delicious man in any of the lands of Genshin.

AND HIS IS OBSESSED WITH TOUCHING YOU IN ANY WAY, SHAPE, OR FORM HO MAH LORD. You're so smoft. Rustling your hair with his hand, slinging an arm over your shoulders (he finds it really cute how small you are compared to him hehe), laying his head against the top of yours (don't tell anyone, especially not his gang, please they would dangle this over his head for teasing material forever, but he has sneaked a sniff of your shampoo before. He really likes the scent you use).

Minorly chubby coded -> If his partner is on the squishier side??? Omfg he’s dead then and there, my guy 💀 I KID YOU NOT BOO—he is all over you.

He doesn't understand what he feels or why he feels so attached to you, but you just make him feel so loved! He loves you more than lollipops, playing trading card games with the rest of his gang—even Onikabuto fights! And that's saying A LOT because that's, like, his favorite thing ever! He's super confused by you, but Itto thinks he can live with being confused if it's you the one confusing him.

[lilykatelyn-blog]

hey!!! can I request a riki oneshot where yall fight and you start ignoring him and he does everything to make it up??? and its a fluffy ending cuz i love mah boi. i looooved ur bf niki hc sooo much!!!

ofc!! Tysm anon!

ෆ I love you ෆ

pairing: riki x reader

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genre: fluff, angst-ish? I suck at angst sorry 😭 if you didn’t like this send me a message or send in a different request and I’ll fix it, sorry 😭.

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summary: your boyfriend is in a bad mood after he gets home from a long day at work, and say something he shouldn’t have. what you don’t know, is that he is beating himself up and ready to beg you to talk to him.

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You jumped up when you heard the door jangle, greeting your boyfriend with a hug to which he just grumbled and walked away. “You okay Riki?” You ask him, eyeing him cautiously. “I’m fine.” He’s sweaty, and he looks upset. “Are you sure? Did you eat? Did-“ “I’m fine! Okay? I just need to go shower, and I don’t need you all clingy and all over me! Just leave me alone, god.” Big mistake. “Oh.” That’s all you could say, just oh. He walked away to go shower, and left you.

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Maybe you shouldn’t have left.. maybe you could have talked about it.. no, you don’t want to be clingy, maybe he really meant it. I’ll just distance myself, that’ll make him happy. You thought to yourself. You put on your headphones, and left your phone on your bed. You got to working on your laptop since you had some work to do, not hearing your phone go off.

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You heard knocking on your door, so you yelled for your roommate to come in. You looked at the door and saw Riki. “Riki? What are you doing here?” “You ignored me so I wanted to see if you were okay.” Oh, did you ignore him? “I didn’t hear, I was working. My boss gave me some extra work- I’m sorry, did you need something important, I’m so sorry, I should have chec-mmph” you got cut off as he pulled you in a hug. that fucking giant had to bend half of his body down to meet yours. “did you ask anything important?” You asked him, trying to pull away to look at him, but he just pulled you in closer. “No, just wanted to make sure you were okay, I really didn’t mean what I said. I was tired and upset and- it was all just a tiring day, I’m sorry Jagiya.” He rambled, still hugging you really close. “It’s fine.” “You’re really not clingy, I’ll do anything to make it up to you! I’ll buy you whatever you want, I’ll make you food, I’ll make time in my schedule, I’ll get you backstage passes to my next show, I’ll-“ “Riki, it’s really fine.” “No I’ll give you anything-“ “it’s fine, now come, you look like you haven’t slept, so let’s cuddle hm?” He was like a little puppy, he looked so cute and sad. It broke your heart, but you guys cuddled and made up as you went to sleep for the night.

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He wouldn’t let up the whole week, he bought you Prada, Chanel, he got you clothes, he stayed true to his word and gave you backstage passes, got a week off to spend time with you, tried to take you to Jamaica for a weekend, tried to buy you a car?! But you didn’t let him, and then he was back to normal, with your movie nights, date nights, everything. This is his way of silently saying I love you, and boy, do you love him too. <3

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The way I screamed when I saw this commission! The artwork is by the simply lovely, delightful & talented @rosefuckinggenius. If you have never commissioned her, you should! Rose, you're the absolute best, my dear! Thank you for bringing my babies to life this holiday season!

All is Merry & Bright

Book: Open Heart (Post Series) Pairing: Tobias Carrick x F!MC (Casey Carrick) Other Characters: Bryce Lahela, @mydemonsdrivealimo's Jensen Valentine, Vivian Carrick (F!OC), Jordan Carrick (M!OC) Words/Rating: 1,200 / Teen Summary: It's their second Christmas with little Samantha, and the Carricks are getting ready to take their Christmas card photo. As Uncle Jordan sets up the perfect shot, Grandma Vivian, Bryce, and Jensen provide the commentary. A/N: In my timeline, this would be taking place in Christmas of 2024.

With their coffee orders securely in hand, Tobias stepped into the vestibule of his townhome, careful to make sure ‘Hurricane Samantha’ wasn’t underfoot. A year ago, he and Casey wondered what it would be like when she began to walk and talk; now they knew, it only added to the joyful chaos they had come to know and love. It was as familiar as the warm vanilla cinnamon scent that had filled the air ever since Casey moved in and as welcoming as his wife’s loving embrace or his daughter’s smile at the end of the day.

He smiled as he placed the snowflake bedecked cups on their dining room table. The last four years of his life bore no resemblance to the thirty-six that had preceded it, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

He was broken from his thoughts when he heard his brother's desperate pleas from the adjacent room. He was doing his best to keep Samantha occupied, but she was quicker than he thought, and the bowl of red, silver, and green-wrapped Hershey kisses was too tempting. As the toddler's tiny hand reached up and attempted to grab the bowl, Jordan was beginning to unravel.

“No, Sammy! No! I know Mommy and Daddy don't want you on a sugar high while before taking your Christmas pictures!”

But Samantha was undeterred.  “Yum-YUMS!” She yelled, the bowl about to topple when her eyes lit up as Tobias lifted her from behind, placing her high atop his shoulders in one swoop.

“Uncle Jordan’s right, pumpkin. Let’s save the sugaring up for after, OK?”

“Wow!” Jordan was astonished. “You said I was right!”

Tobias shot his brother a wiseass smirk. “Yeah, well, even a broken clock is right twice a day! Where is Casey, anyway.”

“Upstairs, finishing her makeup.”

“Still?”

“She was all done,” Jordan shrugged. “But then Ma and Jensen had... opinions... so they’re upstairs giving her a makeover.”

“Oh, shit!” Tobias laughed. “Then we’re safer down here with this little firecracker.”

“My thoughts exactly.”

The three were descending the stairs at that very moment, and Vivian was happy to interrupt her sons.

“Hate to disappoint you, boys. But we smelled that delicious coffee the moment you came in. There’s no keeping us away.”

“Gam-mah!” Samanta squirmed excitedly, throwing her arms her grandmother's way, and Vivian instantly forgot about her coffee.

“Oh, come here, my little angel!" She cooed, retrieving her from Tobias's arms. "That’s right! Tell Daddy that Grandma’s here. His services are no longer needed!”

“Really?” Tobias sneered. “Because with all your complaints of wanting another grandchild, I think my services are most certainly needed.”

Jensen dropped his coffee cup to the table with a thud. His eyes rose to the ceiling as he let out a disgusted sigh. “Jesus...putting up with this shit is not worth the free coffee.”

“Maybe not,” Tobias said, pointing to a few bags on the table. “But there are also cookies from Parziale’s, and I’m ordering in Chinese after the photo... free crab Rangoon, Jen...would that make it worthwhile?”

Jensen would have answered if he weren't too busy shoving cookies in his mouth. He tensed up for a second when Casey's arms encircled his waist. “That’s the only reason he puts up with us,” she grinned. “Free food.”

Tobias let out a slow whistle as he walked to his wife, making a show of looking overhead as he did.

“You don’t need mistletoe... you can just kiss me,” Casey teased, making Jordan snicker.

“And suddenly Jensen is thinking he can just buy his own crab Rangoon.”

“Nah, we just tune them out,” a buoyant voice blurted. Bryce stepped into the room, his smile brighter than the lights on the Christmas tree. He stood next to Jensen and placed a quick peck on his cheek. “Besides, food just tastes better on Tobias’s dime.”

“I’ll drink to that," Jordan smiled with a raised coffee cup.

Tobias studied Casey's face, then kissed her forehead. “Not bad! Not bad at all! Who won the makeup battle.”

“Clearly, it wasn't Jensen,” Casey smiled. “He thought a little punk edge to our family Christmas portrait would go a long way.”

“And I made it clear that my foot would go a long way...” Vivian interjected. “A long way up his ass if he thought I would allow that to happen.”

“ASS!” Samantha hollered, and everyone but Vivian broke into a fit of laughter.

“See what you make me do!” Vivian scolded as she whisked Sammy into the living room. “Making me say bad words in front of my grandbaby.”

“There is a swear jar in the kitchen," Jensen noted.

“Yeah," Bryce added. "Between us and her parents, her college education will be funded before she turns two.”

“Amen to that,” Tobias laughed.

“All right, guys, as fun as this is, do you think we can start taking the pictures?” Jordan requested. “I do have a date tonight.”

“Oh, do you?” Casey teased.

“Yep,” Jordan grinned, playfully smacking his brother. “Someone’s gotta keep the Carrick rep going since this one decided to settle down.”

“That’s not our rep!” Vivian shouted. “You’re not getting any younger either, Jordan! Who is this person? Do we know them?"

"I think I know him," Casey winked. "Make it quick; Vivian is itching to plan another wedding!"

“Oh, pleeeease do!” Bryce groaned. “Please get engaged so she’ll get off our backs.”

“Little Lahela, by now, I thought you understood that I am quite capable of nagging all of you at the same time!”

“Oh! Trust!” Tobias laughed heartily. “Trust! She is!”  

“All fun aside," Casey segued. " We should start the photos before it gets too close to Sammy’s naptime.”

“Yeah, we want to do it before my naptime, too,” Bryce added.

“You’re not in the photo,” Tobias reminded. “You can go nap now if you want."

“You know, I’m still insulted by that," Bryce complained. "Why aren’t we in the family photo?”

“Because you’re not their stepsons, no matter how much you may act like it," Vivian advised. "Now, if you want a family portrait, I suggest you two get mar...”

“Annnnd on that note, I’m going to our bedroom to nap,” Jensen announced before exiting the room.

Jordan was adjusting his camera when he teased. “I still don’t understand how those two have a key to your place, have a designated bedroom, and I don’t.”

"Uhm, we even have a little plaque with our names on the door," Bryce added gleefully. "It's bedazzled!"

“Contrary to what Ma says, they are the step-kids that came along with Casey when we got married.”

“Damn right!” Bryce nodded. “But now I'm going to join Jensen in our room. Let me know before you order Chinese, Dad. I may want to add a few things.”

“I would be shocked if you didn’t,” Tobias smiled.

“Sammy, come here, baby,” Casey beamed as her giggling little toddler wobbled over to her. “Let Mommy fix your sweater so we are all pretty for our picture!”

“I’ll admit,” Vivian observed. “Those sweaters wouldn't have been my pick, but they're definitely you two! Plus, they'll make for an adorable family Christmas card.”

Casey stopped what she was doing, exhaling as she snuggled under her husband’s arm. “Family Christmas card... our second. Can you even believe this?”

“Oh, do I hear disappointment there?” he asked sarcastically.

“Not even a little. But sometimes, I’m still astonished. How did we end up here?”

“Do I really have to explain how this came to be, Mrs. Carrick,” Tobias winked. "See, when a man and a woman fall in love...."

“OK, No!" Jordan insisted. “I don’t need to hear about how Sammy came to be.”

“No, we don’t,” Vivian agreed. “But I do need you to keep at it - in private! Because I sure would love a second grandbaby on next year’s card.”

“I think that’s her way of offering to babysit for us tonight,” Casey connived. 

Tobias pulled his wife and Sammy closer. “Then, that's our queue! Come on, let's get this picture over with."

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@choicesholidays It fits a few, but let's go with ... it's a tradition. .

Tagging the rest separately.

[nottapossum]

Does little alastor still in the mind set of making deals? Cause I can see especially with new care givers or other littles he's like ill do this if you do this for me?

Lol, maybe very small, non-soul taking types of deals.

Angel: *Angy!*

Alastor was building a tower, but stops to look over at the spider, tilting his head: "What's da matter?"

Angel: "Husk say'ds I had enough cookies! But I hasn't! I need more."

Alastor smiles: "I get you cookies... but you hafta do som'in for me ~."

Angel, eyes widening with innocence and intrigue: "Otay! Like what?"

Alastor, thinking: "I get da cookies, but you hafta help me build mah tower!" Alastor points to his building blocks. (Tiny Al loves towers)

Angel giggles. "Otay!"

Alastor shakes Angel's hand to make the deal binding.

Alastor: "Mkay, now. You distwact Husky, I get you you snacks."

Angel looks around: "Husky?"

*Alastor points at Husk*

Angel: "Ohhh. Otay."

Angel sneaks up behind Husk and jumps on his back.

Husk: "Ack- Angel!"

*Alastor sneaks into the kitchen.*

Angel covers the cat's eyes: "Hi."

Husk sighs: "Hi. Angel, what are you doing?"

Angel: "Uhhhmmm. Play'in game."

Husk, crossing his arms: "And what game would that be?"

Angel: "Uhhm, I dunno. I made-kin it up."

*Angel sees Alastor walk back into the living room with the cookie jar. He hides it behind a chair and gives Angel a thumbs up.*

Angel hops off of Husk: "Otay, you win. Bye."

*Angel scurried away, confusing Husk further. He followed only to see Angel building a tower with Alastor.*

Once Husk leaves, Angel munches happily on his cookies.

Angel, handing Alastor a cookie with his extra hand: "Wan one?"

Alastor leans away: "Ew, no fanks you!"

Angel shrugs and continues eating his cookie with his two top hands and uses the other two to help Al with his tower.

Alastor and Angel made a great tower and had lots of fun!

Husk and Charlie did catch them... but only after Angel ate 3 more cookies!

They considered it a win for the most part...

They didn't really like the time out, though. :(

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[yudovi]

PLEASE I need to give mah big boi Samurai a hug-! Boi needs sum loving🙏

No touchy for this boi, but you can watch him meditate if you behave

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DATING CHOI SAN PT. 1:

⚫️summary; this shall be what i believe my first post for ATEEZ my loves in honor of the final EP. of “The World” albums! Here is some seriously much needed and thought about Sannie Boi headcanons i have for you all. mucho love, STREAM CRAZY FORM! also reader is also famous so not a nonidol au or whatever, we ALL famous here bitch. STRESM CRAZY FORM!

⚠️warnings; iNsAnE fLuFf, some smutty topics, swearing, San, because he is too beautiful for us to handle, etc.

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-Dating THE insanely talented, superbly gifted, (insert Lady Gaga meme) astonishing, loving & handsome Choi “TINY MOUNTAIN” San is something you never expected.

-he is super flirty when you first meet at some random awards show/dinner & a bit tipsy at this point but once HongJoong exchanges numbers with you, you expect to hear from him soon.

-ironically, or maybe not, you hear from San first & it’s basically him apologizing for being too forward & making you feel uncomfortable or anything to which you giggle at & accept his apology but also admit, you found it cute.

-he offers to take you out for coffee, ramen or whatever you like to get to know each other better & you agree.

-after coffee you guys walk around & just click so easily that time flies by. laughing & vibing, you end up walking to a near by convenience store & notice your similar yet completely different taste in snacks. one sweet, one salty, one nostalgic & a drink.

-taking the snacks, you go to the han river, suns down, people are out at street markets, etc.

-he begins asking more about you, the deeper shit & you feel so safe & comfortable that you do the same.

-complimenting one another on your respective areas of work & realizing you both are fans of one another.

-he can’t keep his eyes OR hands off of you, with consent of course, he is so shy & different from the one stage demonic talent he is that you find it endearing.

-his nervous little tics make you smile the same way yours make him find you even more adorable, if possible.

-he asks so many questions & ends up giving you his sweatshirt because it’s a bit chilly.

-loves your smile & how open you are about your life, career, passions & everything but mainly loves how great of a listener you are.

-apologizes for rambling but you quickly tell him to continue, that you like listening to him talk & he simply grabs your hand & continues with a huge goofy smile on his face.

-rants about the other band mates & tells you about everything he dreams of with them.

-you guys eventually end up lying on the ground next to a gorgeous tree & the conversation slowly gets deeper.

-he sheepishly admits he’s had a crush on your for a while but rever knew if he would meet you & how embarrassed he was when HongJoong & Mingi exposed his drunken antics.

-you giggle at how he described his mindset in that moment as “I needed to impress you but I ended up not even remembering the photo we took, which is now my screensaver.”

-mah boi id CRUSHING MAD HARD. but! when you admit he was your crush wayyy before you even became famous, he loses it.

-you show him the photo card you have of him from an impulse buy of their latest album & he smiles even bigger, if possible (most likely not, his cheeks were sore the next day from how hard he was cheesin).

-if you’re a musician as well he asks you what your inspirations are & what your concepts are leading towards (if you work in something else he asks questions to learn more about it a.e. you.)

-he walks you back to your apartment after realizing it’s damn near 2am & you guys left like at 6-7pm.

-“i’m so sorry i took up most of your day off, i bet you have to be up early tomorrow. get some rest.” he mumbles & you giggle, kissing his cheek after giving him a tight hug.

-“i can actually wake up whenever i please tomorrow but, your schedule is probably packed so maybe you should get going. i had a great time & hope we could do this again?” you question batting your eyes at him, flirting just to see those adorable cheeks pink up again & he simply nods excitedly hugging you tighter, placing a little kiss to your cheek in return.

-your both so engulfed in the moment that you take your time letting go but, when you both pull away from the hug he gives you a cute little bow & holds your door for you before heading back to spill to his dorm mates.

-he texts you as soon as he walks through the door to his room & you guys end up making lunch plans for the following day.

-from that day on you guys are together as much as you can be due to your busy schedules.

-the other ATEEZ boys love you entirely & gush about how awesome you are & how humble & giving but mainly talented & beautiful you are.

-they tell you all about Sannie’s crush & how he always kept tabs on what you were up to but lose it when you admit he was also your crush.

-they all cackle & torment you jokingly after seeing the photo card in the back of your phone case.

-you practically become their baby sister & end up at the dorms whenever you have time off.

-movie nights with OT8 are a must once or even twice a week.

-your first kiss is after the first official date aka the 2nd time you guys hang out.

-he is so gentle with you & so affectionate that you genuinely think you’re going to explode from how attracted you are to one another.

-Sannie officially asks you to be his girlfriend after a month of being so absolutely head over heels.

-the emotional & physical attraction just grows from there. you guys become practically inseparable.

-fans begin to see you guys together more & more & your fans absolutely love it knowing that he was your crush for a while.

-ATINY however, are like fina-FUCKING-lly because they always saw him name you as his ideal type or even give hints that he was a fan of yours on lives.

-your fan bases are so supportive & loving of your guys’ relationship & do their absolute best to block out the haters (which are there but your fans are better)

-Sannie buys you plushies & gives you his sweatshirts all the time.

-you buy HIM plushies & new sweatshirts for you to steal back later all the time.

-he is 10000000% an ass & thighs man so he has hands on you 24/7.

-is very emotionally & physically affectionate but, so understanding & caring that you genuinely feel like your in the worlds healthiest relationship.

-even when you guys argue (which is usually over stupid shit) you settle it & fix it in MINUTES because he simply cannot imagine life without you now that he has you.

-Wooyoung & Mingi are your children. always with you guys & join you & Sannie for breakfast, lunch & dinner all the time.

-Sannie takes you to meet his family & visit his hometown of Namhae about 3 months in & you click with his mom so well.

-Byeol becomes yours because she does not leave your side whenever you’re around. San admits he had to print out a picture of you so she could stop meowing in the middle of the night from how much she missed you.

-he buys you a Shiber Jr. & says that he must travel with you everywhere so you can have a piece of him like he has Shiber Sr. (yes he chose to add the Jr. & Sr. for specification during convos about said plushies).

-to end part 1 (because i’m at work & have an hour left & am so exhausted i might pass out) Sannie is PEAK boyfriend material.

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A/N; LET ME KNOW WHO I SHOULD DO NEXT FROM ATEEZ, I AM ALL FOR WRITING ABOUT THEM & TAKING RECOMMENDATIONS/ETC. ATINY!!!!! LETS GET OUR BOYS UP IN THESE CHARTS!! STREAM THE COMEBACK!! STREAM CRAZY FORM!! STREAM ATEEZ PERIOD.. or be unalived.. jk jk.. ✌🏼👀🔪