#here are some more headcanons I randomly came up with tonight

[breezycheezyart]

More headcanons please

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Gah, you've twisted my arm!! Alright, alright, I give!! 😩

One night cycle when Shiro was roaming around the castle, he heard the most beautiful sound drifting from the supposed empty ballroom. It was Allura's singing. He would stay hidden and listen until he felt sleepy and would return to his room, keeping this secret to himself. Eventually, she catches him and they have a nice night talking about altean culture 🥰. (NOTE: If I happened to get this from a fic and just didn't remember, I apologize. I've gone full delusional for this ship, so I'm unsure which is my content and which is content I've consumed lmao)

Speaking of fics, whatever outcomes that have happened in shallura fics where they spar, have absolutely happened. Make of that what you will 😉😏 (this is a call for more shallura sparring content, including myself)

One of the perks of having a shapeshifting lover is that your spooning options expand! Wanna be Big Spoon, Little Spoon? No problem! Perfect cuddles every time.

They've definitely practiced the "Bob, THROW ME!" Incredibles Toss™. Took a couple of tries and trips to the healing pods, but they got it down and it was totally worth it!!

Shiro Stop Staring At Your Beautiful Wife Challenge Failed for the 45728394th Time. He's definitely walked into walls while doing this.

Do you ever think about how Shiro's color scheme reminds you of the night sky and Allura's is like the dawn of a new day and just sigh in your soul because they are just so perfect for each other? Yeah.

The Black Lion and Allura talk about how much of a Good Boy Shiro is. Black has also told her how much of a GIGANTIC crush Shiro had on her and how much of a struggle it was to prevent from letting him know it was reciprocated. Seriously, it was painful. Black gets a refreshed paint job and maintenance as a reward/apology.

Which is stronger: Shiro's Lovesick Puppy Eyes or Allura's Super Sad Pout? This is a hotly debated topic amongst the paladins.

Despite their best efforts to be good models for the other paladins, they end up learning curses in each other's language. Coran disapproves, until reminded that only a few shots of nunvil gets him cursing like a sailor.

Sometimes Allura's (and Coran's) ears twitch when they hear something. Shiro finds this very cute. Allura counters that Shiro's ears turn pink when flustered. He finds this less cute (which prompted said ears to, in fact, turn pink).

Shiro casually places his hand in the small of Allura's back and her brain goes brrrr

Allura scritches the back of Shiro's head and his brain goes brrrr

Shiro has Normal Feelings™ about Tollura.

Allura has Normal Feelings™ about Shiro's chest when he crosses his arms.

Spinning hugs are the best. Doesn't matter who lifts who, it's always lovely to see 💜

[mehidktbh]

(Old) Ash Williams headcanons

A/N: I guess I haven't been in such a good mood for the last 2 months so hopefully yall like this considering I recently got back into my evil dead phase and watched all of the Ash vs evil dead TV show so here are some of my headcanons for old Ash!

Warning 18+: Smoking, swearing, a small mention of drugs, deadites and only a hint of sexual activities

- Ash is the kind of guy to think that he'll never find anyone for the long term, maybe a few fuck buddies but nothing else. He tells himself that he doesn't need anyone, mainly because he thinks they're gonna be a distraction or that he is just way over that. He looked for love in the past and they had to die right in front of his eyes, he wouldn't dread for that to happen again.

- But that all goes away when he sees you, either you knew him from before (Like in the past or whatever) or he just randomly sees you one day while out. He knows you are the one, the way you look is irresistible and your whole personality just blows him away. Extra points if you try to play hard to get, and you laugh at his dumb jokes.

- He might leave the first time, promising to come back and you know damn well he will come back. He probably misses you when he goes, even if you didn't even talk to him and instead just smiled at him the whole time he was there. He can't help but smile whenever he remembers you, and you know he won't stop bragging about you to Kelly and Pablo.

- As much as they like to see Ash in love and everything, he needs to put his head in the game sometimes, and stop nagging them about you.

- Either you came out about it on how you wanted to take him out or he got impatient and asked you out instead, holding on for dear life that you would say yes. And he's so excited when you say yes, he would be jumping up and down if he could but instead he keeps to his calm and snarky self, telling you how there's a new pub open just down the road and how he'll meet you there tonight.

- The whole night he is addicted to you, only asking you questions and occasionally flexing and how he's the 'hero' of the world, fighting all these scary and deadly monsters with his chainsaw and gun. He doesn't mind dancing with you the whole night, or if you really wanna get out of town for the night in the delta as he's definitely thinking about getting spicy in there.

(Fast forward to when you guys become a couple, considering I'm too lazy  😭)

- Ash is a roller coaster of a guy to date, he has his ups and downs and there's never a time where your not surrounded by deadites or Kelly and Pablo. He can be a bit much to date and also a handful, you don't know if he's gonna come home with wounds and scratches or barely come home at all. (Don't worry he makes it up to you)

- You would also have to adjust to the tight living space of his trailer, it's small and definitely not a space for someone who has claustrophobia to be. It also always has some drug in almost any drawer, maybe even bullets too.

- Ash is not the one to be too possessive or who can get easily jealous (In my opinion) but hey that doesn't mean he's more than happy if you want a day job or something, just not a night job. It gets lonely at night and when he comes home, he's hurt and tired and all he wants to do is cuddle with you all night long.

- But then again he isn't going to force you, though I hope you don't mind coming home nearly every night to Kelly and Pablo over. His excuse is always the same too "I got lonely" :(

- But in the end, Ash is an amazing boyfriend and he can be very protective over you when it comes to the time, like when he realises he has to save the world for like the 20th time. But then I hope you love hanging around him 24/7 because he would not let you go, like...ever.

- He is also 100% softer around you, his clingy side may even come out sometimes but he can't help it after having to fight all of these deadites and deal with the amount of hate he gets. He can't help but enjoy and smile around you.

- Why leaving so soon, Y/N? Oh, you're taking a shower...well I hope you don't mind him joining.

[professorrw]

Wonderful Tonight

Pairing: female reader x Peter Quill

Requested: Yes

Warnings: smut, 18+, fluff, praising, fingering, unprotected sex, pet names (princess, baby)

A/N: For the people that requested something on here I just want to tell you that I’m going to do your requests next. I was behind on my requests from AO3 so I wanted to get a few of those done first. Requests are open for one-shots, headcanons, imagines, and drabbles for My Hero Academia, Harry Potter, and Marvel! My taglist is open so if you’d like to be on that just tell me! Please like, comment, and reblog!

For the time being you were on Earth with your boyfriend. His ship needed repairs and you happened to be close to Earth. You alerted Tony that you were coming and he offered to help fix it. In the meantime you were staying at his tower. You and Quill weren’t Avengers but after the whole thing with Thanos and the Infinity Stones you were all connected in a way.

Something you didn’t know about Tony was how often he threw parties. It was the one year anniversary of defeating Thanos and he wanted to have a whole bash. He invited everyone that fought in the war and the turnout was pretty good. Out of the Guardians you and Quill were the only ones to show. After Thanos was defeated the Guardians had their own stuff to take care of. Gamora and Nebula had catching up to do and Groot and Rocket wanted some peace, Drax and Mantis following them.

You eight hung out occasionally on random planets to catch up and even sometimes team up. But at the moment you were separated and it was just you and Quill. The party lasted for hours, starting at five and ending at one in the morning. Your feet were killing you by the end of it and your shoes had to come off. Peter being the loving boyfriend he is, carried you to your temporary bedroom.

Your eyes were getting droopy and you were all around tired. For the first ever party you’d been to on Earth it was pretty crazy.

You slid out of Peter’s arms and onto the couch. Just as your eyes were closing you heard music start to play. A smile spread on your face at the familiar tune. It was one of your all time favorites, Wonderful Tonight by Eric Clapton. You lifted your head and looked over at your boyfriend.

He was swaying to the beat and softly singing along with the lyrics. “You look wonderful tonight.”

He danced over to you and held out his hand. “Dance with me?”

“Of course.”

You took his hand and let him pull you off the couch. His arms circled your waist and you wrapped your arms around his neck. He knew you couldn’t resist a nice slow dance. It was a common thing for him to randomly turn on music and start dancing. You fell into that same habit because of how fun it was.

Even though you had danced for hours at the party there was something about slow dancing alone that made your heart skip a beat.

Quill’s chest was nice and soft against your cheek. His strong arms were wrapped around you, engulfing you in warmth. He was like a soft teddy bear in all aspects. You closed your eyes and listened to his heartbeat while you swayed with him. You’d never fallen asleep standing but you definitely could have then.

You hummed along the lyrics of the song with Peter. This was one of your favorites to dance to and you both knew every word by heart. The soft beat and calming aura of the song always helped you wind down and relax. The song was on repeat, and after one whole playthrough of it, it started again.

“I love you,” Quill whispered.

“I love you more.”

“No, I love you more.” You couldn’t see him but you could tell he was smiling. This also happened often and the argument would never be settled on who loved who more.

“Agree to disagree,” you countered.

“I don’t think I can.” You felt his chin lift from on top of your head so you pulled your head back too. Peter was softly smiling down at you. He kissed your forehead once, then ten more times. He kissed between your brows, your closed eyelids, your nose, and your cheeks.

“I think I just need to show you how much I love you.”

“How is that?” you mumbled.

He didn’t answer and instead picked you up. You weren’t expecting that and yelped, making him chuckle.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“The bedroom.”

Peter carried you out of the living area and through the door to the bedroom. He set you down right in front of the bed. You stood before him in a beautiful dress. All night he couldn’t keep his eyes off you. Sadly, the dress would have to go. You had gotten the memo and turned around. Your boyfriend unzipped the garment and slid it off your body. 

He peppered light kisses down your back, making goosebumps rise on your arms and legs. He unclasped your bra and let that fall to the floor. Then he discarded the last piece of clothing left, your panties. He hooked his fingers on the hem and pulled them down. They laid on the floor along with your dress and bra.

“You're so beautiful,” he said against your ear. You rotated so that you were facing him. He looked at you in complete awe. He would never get enough of you or your body. Every curve was memorized in his mind. 

Every ounce and mite of your body was alert of him and his being. You were previously tired but that was out the window now that you were undressed in front of him. You untucked his shirt and started unbuttoning it from the top all the way to the bottom. He shrugged out of the shirt with ease. Your fingers danced along his chest. He pulled you completely against him and kissed your lips. His hands were planted on your waist, holding you to him.

He lifted you and took you to the bed. You sunk into the plush fabric of the comforter. It called your name, telling you to just close your eyes and let sleep take you. But you didn’t listen. You were completely focused on Peter who had taken his pants and underwear off.

He climbed on top of you, kissing from your knee to your collarbone. “I love you princess.”

“I love you too,” you whispered back.

One of his fingers toyed at your entrance. Your eyes were open but you were so focused on Peter’s word you hadn’t noticed. You held onto his triceps and let the wave of pleasure nip at you as he inserted it. Every curl inside you and every rub at your clit was heaven. Nothing compared to the way your boyfriend made you feel.

When you were together you were in your own little world. Nothing mattered other than him. He was your other half, he completed you. With him you were in a state of ethereal bliss.

He added a second finger after a few curls. Your eyebrows were pinched together, not in annoyance but in concentration. The only feeling taking over your body was pure pleasure. Peter continued to warm you up, getting you lubricated before he put in his member.

He was in his own state of euphoria seeing you so enraptured. He loved when he could help you relieve that longing and reach your orgasm. To him he just wanted you to feel good.

“You look so pretty, princess. You’re doing so well. You’re almost ready, just a few more and I can put it in okay?”

You nodded and he went on with his plan. You were nice and warm and when he put his cock in it was like a heated towel. Being inside you was so comforting, his pleasure was immense. It was like his dick was being hugged or swallowed whole by velvety walls.

He was moaning your name. That was the only thing he could think of. You and how you made him feel.

He wasn’t the only one moaning. Since he started fingering you his name was spilling out of your mouth in praise. His speed was just right for you. It was precise and sensual, just like you liked it. He knew you inside and out and he knew exactly how to make you reach that epiphany.

You were so close you could feel it coming. Your whole body was being rocked, not only by Peter but by that incoming sensation.

“I’m about to cum,” you panted.

“Cum for me princess, cover my cock with your cum.”

Right after he said that you let it go, letting the tingle overtake you. It ricocheted throughout your body, flushing your face and making you curl your toes. Peter was fully captivated. Incorporating your cum with the already warm pocket he was in was more than enough to have him toppling over the edge.

His orgasm came right at the end of yours, making your cum mix together and leak out of your pussy. He pulled out of you and kissed your forehead. He went to the bathroom and grabbed a warm wash rag. He cleaned your vagina, mopping up and slowly wiping at your folds.

He put it away to be cleaned later and climbed into bed with you. You were both on your sides. Your back was against Peter’s chest and you could feel the rise and fall of it. His arms were wrapped around you and he was kissing your shoulders.

“You make me feel so good, baby. I hope you feel just as good as I do,” he whispered.

“I do,” you answered.

“Good. Now get some sleep princess.”

You closed your eyes and let sleep wash over you while you laid in Peter’s warm embrace.

[psychicdreamfriendoperator]

Can I get some headcanons with Free dating someone? I am WEAK

I might have rambled a bit on this one haha, feel free to resend the ask if you wanted something else!

— Psychic

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Things to Note

the name should be an indicator, but Free enjoys his freedom— he’ll be resistant to anything that restricts it.

the Shishigumi comes first; even if Free is laidback, he's still part of the gang’s inner circle.

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Meeting Free

surprisingly enough, your relationship with Free did not begin as anything sexual.

It doesn't even begin as a friendship — it's difficult to describe a situation wherein you find a random lion in your house.

You think he was trying to rob you.

You fainted, of course.

When you awoke, you found yourself on the floor with a nasty ache in your back and a note nearby.

The words were scribbled hastily in print; “WILL VISIT AGAIN SOON”.

You filed a police report, but nothing came of it— other an officer’s promise that the station would keep an eye out for “any suspicious characters”.

The police station is blind, you concluded. Reason being, the lion returned exactly a week later.

Now, Free (as you’ve learnt is his name) just waltzes in and makes himself at home.

No matter how often you changed the locks or fortified the windows, Free found a way in.

It was almost like a game for the feline— you gave up on trying to keep him out.

Free had a nasty habit of not taking off his dirty ass shoes before he put his feet up on your white couch.

As your relationship progressed, he became more mindful of his behaviour— though, it took him a while to remember not to put his shoes all over your furniture.

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Gifts

you grew used to the lion visiting you randomly. Sometimes, Free did not visit you empty handed.

Free gave you an expensive phone— albeit one with a cracked screen, a watch that smelled like seawater and a couch with red polka-dots to replace the one he dirtied with the grime at the bottom of his shoe.

It took you ten minutes of cleaning your “brand-new” sofa to realise that the red spots were not part of the original design.

It was definitely best not to ask Free where exactly he sourced his gifts from.

You eventually began to feel a bit poorly about receiving things from him all the time.

The first time you presented Free with a gift, he shut down.

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During his visits, Free liked to make use of your bathroom. He always set his suit, tie and shoes one side while he cleaned himself (and used up all your hot water in the process).

It was inevitable that you would notice the wrinkles, and the scuff marks.

You couldn't have something so unkempt in your house. It wasn't an issue for you to do a quick spot of ironing.

Even the shoes could be made presentable— you just had to wipe them off and apply a bit of black polish.

When Free realised what you had done, he seemed to be speechless. Just when you expected to hear a “Thank you Y/N”, God quickly brought you back to reality.

“You're going to do this sort of thing from now on?” He held the suit jacket up by its sleeves, as if searching for the wrinkles he knew were no longer present.

You shrugged. “If you keep your shoes off my couch, then sure,”

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You thought that your gift would encourage him to visit more often, but for a whole month, Free did not visit you.

You wondered if the police had finally caught the bastard— but, after a month, he returned as if nothing had ever happened.

After that, he no longer showered at your place.

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Free’s Thoughts & Motivations

this ‘relationship’ was the longest one Free had ever been in.

The lion who bathed in the revelry of the Black Market now looked forward not just to bloodshed, but to movie marathons and hearing you bitch about your neighbours.

The fear of this casualty metamorphosing into something serious . . . something permanent, compelled Free to leave you alone for a while to collect his thoughts.

He only visited you because your home was a convenient place to rest before returning to the Mansion.

(The night you met him, he'd broken in to avoid a police patrol in the area.)

The presents were bribes to keep you complacent.

(Though . . . maybe he felt a bit bad about ruining your sofa.)

As much as your gesture touched him, Free wanted nothing in return.

Your gift was proof that you held some kind of affection for him.

Free returned to the Mansion feeling quite warm inside that day, but he didn't dare shower at your place again.

The affection that you held for him, no matter how miniscule, was addictive.

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Dating

The others didn't pay much attention to it when Free casually mentioned that he had a “friend" outside of the Black Market.

The inner circle grew suspicious when he refused to elaborate further.

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“It's time that we address the elephant in the room.” Dolph gave a pointed look at the only empty chair in the room.

Free’s chair.

The others around the table nodded once in solemn agreement. Then, someone raised their hand.

Dolph’s expression seemed to soften the smallest amount. “Yes, Agata?”

“Who’s going to kill him if we find out he’s planning to leave the gang? I would volunteer but my shoulder's still healing from that last gang war—”

Before the scar-faced lion could reply, Ibuki interjected. “This is Free we are discussing— he would not betray the Shishigumi in such a manner. There's no need to discuss things like that,”

He tapped a claw against the table, “In any case, we will get to the bottom of this. Tonight.”

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A Cause For Concern

you thought that you were being paranoid.

You hoped that you weren't really being followed.

There was no mistaking it.

Everywhere you went, everytime you went outside, it was there.

A singular black car.

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“Eh? What are you panicking about?” You heard Free's voice, but you didn't respond. You tossed your car keys, and they landed on the kitchen table.

You sped over to the windows. With one, great motion, you drew them, only stopping when the entire house was draped in darkness.

“There’s this black car . . . It’s been tailing me all weekend,” Though your voice was calm, your hands were shaking as you made your way back to the couch.

Free grew thoughtful, but only for the briefest of moments. He waved dismissively, and lapped one leg over the other, pulling you onto his lap with his free arm.

“Don’t worry about it. Just the Shishigumi being the Shishigumi. They won't break in or anything,”

Silence hung in the air only for half a minute, before Free added, “Probably won't, anyways,”

But, you are more focused on the s-word, rather than on what they may or may not do to your home.

“Shishigumi . . .?” The word was foreign on your tongue, but it was not entirely unfamiliar.

You didn't move off of his lap, but you gently pried off the hands that held your waist in place.

If you didn't know better, you would have sworn that Free looked just a bit . . . hurt by your actions. Still, he got the message and his hands remained at either side of himself.

You were grateful for that much.

“I didn't stutter,” The lion tsked. His hand slid over his mane. He was antsy about something, thag much you knew.

When Free next spoke, his voice was low. His chin rest atop your head, and you could easily feel the calming vibration of his throat.

“It doesn't bother you, right?”

A sigh escaped your lips. You pinched your nose. You internally debated strangling him for daring to ask something with such an obvious answer.

Of course you would mind! You felt as if you had always known Free was part of some illegal operation— but, it had never crossed your mind to assume the lion was in an actual gang!

No . . . that was a lie.

The thought had crossed your mind. You willed the thought to go away everytime it reared its ugly head.

“No, I don't mind, Free. I don't mind at all.”

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Going Steady

Free talked things out with his colleagues— that's what he told you, at least.

The ominous black vehicle that stalked your every move disappeared just as quickly as it had appeared.

Life went back to normal, though, the visitor's list expanded by eight more lions.

Ibuki and Dolph were infrequent visitors— if they stopped by, then you knew it was on important business.

Agata often fetched your groceries, so you saw him often.

Miguel, Dope and Jinma visited infrequently, but were not as rare to see as Ibuki and Dolph.

Hino, like Agata, was a regular. He mostly crashed in your guest room— apparently, it was easier to fall asleep at your place.

Once every few months, Sabu would deliver your groceries instead of Agata. He seemed nice enough, but you found him to be intimidating as hell.

For better or for worse, Free begun spending nights at your house.

It would be wrong to call him a freeloader, though.

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“There's ten grand in here . . .” You murmured to yourself. You turned the envelope over in your hands. Your name was written on the side, in Free's chickenscratch penmanship.

But, there was also a note; “10K. RENT MONEY FOR Y/N.”

[incorrectsnkships]

On the topic of eremin what's like uh yo favorite headcannon for the ship dude?

that’s a great question anon! this is one of the many headcanons that i’ve came up with, but this one is probably my favourite one. it does take place when they’re kids, around the ages 9-12, before they joined the cadet corps. i hope you enjoy!

i like to think that eremin had sleepovers when they were kids. and they’d always have play dates or they’d go out exploring together and eren would say “hey! you should sleep over mine tonight!” and for the remainder of the time they have outside they’d come up with a list of reasons as to why armin should sleep over. and carla always says yes and they don’t even need the reasons but carla always finds it amusing.

and around six o’clock when it’s time for armin to go home, they’d sit carla down and would beg carla to let armin stay.

“reasons why armin should stay; number one, we’re both very tired, too tired for armin to go home!”

“mrs. carla please, going home would make me feel so lonely, i love staying here!”

“we’ll be quiet! we’ll be in bed by 9:00!”

and they promise to be asleep by 9:00 but there they are, playing tag in the kitchen at 10:30 because they have too much energy and couldn’t possibly sleep. and carla finishes up washing dishes from dinner while they laugh and scream and run under the table, racing and thundering up the stairs. grisha always comes home late, around 11:00, say 11:30, and eren and armin are always up late. and grisha always says “i assume that armin is staying the night?”

and when they come home from playing outside all day, they’re always covered in dirt so carla has to run them a bath and they sit in the crate together and play in the bubbles and splash and get water everywhere. and they’ve just gotten used to taking baths together because they started doing it at such a young age, and they’ll still do it in the cadet corps/survey corps.

jean: where are you two going?

armin: for a bath :)

jean: what- like- together?

eren: yeah? what’s wrong with that?

sasha: it’s just that people don’t randomly take baths together

eren: we’ve been doing it since we were like nine

everyone:

eren: is- is that normal?

but as they got older, bath time became more quieter. less energetic, and more mature and relaxing. they’d sit opposite each other and lay their arms on the side of the tub and interlock fingers, tell each other how lucky they are that they’re both still alive.

eren would of course dry armin’s hair. he’d ruffle it up with a towel and rub aggressively but gentle at the same time.

they often reminisce back to when they were kids, and bring up the memories.

“eren, remember when we went out and i fell in the brook a few years ago?”

“remember those rolls you and my mother would bake?”

“remember that time that we went to the library? we should go again some time!”

so overall, their relationship started when they were kids, thank you goodbye. and they never like, officially started dating, i think they just mutually decided that they were boyfriends and went from there. i hope you enjoyed this anon :)

[grimoireofwritings]

Hi! Could i get a nsfw scenario where William masturbates for one night thinking about his fem s/o?

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So here's me, casually appearing randomly from the void to finally post this months later 0_0

I'm so sorry y'all, mental health has been in the gutter lately and suffering from major heart and brain damage at age 21 is just not a fun gig. Nonetheless, I hope this was worth the wait, you thirsty hoes >.<

Warnings: smut, light femdom ( I headcanon William with a lean towards sub )

Scenario: William's female s/o walks in on him jerking off.

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Guilt.

It was all William could really feel in that moment. Well, aside from a general, looming sensation that had been plaguing the poor gentleman for a while now. It made his stomach all fluttery and nauseous with two completely contradicting urges... Which didn't result in a good state to rest in, as he lay propped up on his simple bedroom mattress. It had even prevented him from getting proper sleep lately. One such part of the equation was his complete and utter shame, which replayed punishing thoughts in his mind on repeat... Mentally battling with himself on how wrong it was to think such filthy things about a woman so pure and angelic. A body like that, he could easily imagine it sculpted from marble like the most honored and beautiful of Goddesses in ancient times. Every curve, and the warmth of that soft skin that he could dream of... How could he ever imagine desecrating it? Dirtying it, and perhaps staining it with his intent?

Apparently he could, and he did... Quite frequently. Such horrendously ungentlemanly thoughts popping into his mind had him mortified with himself.

For this reason, he kept his uncontrollably growing desires a secret from his partner. It seemed to him that she was comfortable with their current level of intimacy in their relationship, therefore.. he would remain quiet and allow her to call the shots. It had always been this way, with him considering himself lucky to have her in his life at all, what with a face like his... As well as his history. So he kept quiet, allowing her to make all the first moves so as to not make her uncomfortable. Despite the longing and craving he had for her, and the shame it brought him, he would suppress every last desire, and would never utter a word or clue about it.

It was getting harder however, every passing day. More and more challenging not to notice the lump in his throat when he had to refrain from staring at certain parts of her in particular outfits, and keep his hands from wandering over the perfectly smooth plains of her thighs, or even passionately gripping on to those breasts that took his breath away.

He gave a slight audible whine, there in his bed, tortured by these thoughts popping up once again.. because once they started, they couldn't stop. This time around for some reason it was particularly agonizing to ignore the growing need in his pajama pants, which was legitimately painful to disregard at this point. He'd end up sweating, palms gripping on to the sheets, as he refused to touch himself to the thought of her. Absolutely not... Never.. he could never be so degrading and perverted towards someone who deserved only the highest respect.

Even as he told himself this for the millionth time, the words had been losing their influence that week, and it was at that moment that he caved, giving a strangled whimper of regret whilst his right hand crept under his waistband. From that point on his vision went blurred and brimmed with red, framing pictures in his mind that could only consist of her.

And goodness was that woman breathtaking. He somehow felt starved for a touch he'd never quite experienced before with her... A deep craving as he could practically feel those lips of hers, divine and smooth like rose petals, grazing over his sensitive neck. Would she perhaps moan his name out softly into his ear, as his hands wrapped around her rear to slip a finger between her wetted and ready slit? Yes... Not only could William picture it, but he could almost feel it, too.

Hands, on her velvet skin, squeezing and caressing here and there.. her labored breaths brushing past his cheeks. By this point William had thoughtlessly worked up the courage to start stroking himself, his movements terrified and shaky, slow but gradual. The tortured man could not help himself.. he really couldn't. Despite the fact that he felt like an atrocious person, that previously sick feeling in his stomach was being replaced by mind splitting pleasure.

Warmth.. so much warmth he was feeling down there, in fact it was warm enough now that it was exactly what he imagined her hot, inviting mouth would feel like. This time he let out a soft but much more discernable moan, a couple of lost syllables and stutters rolling off of his lips as he imagined her tongue massaging in place of where his fingers currently were. He vaguely had a couple of thoughts warning him he should stop soon... She'd be back in their shared room any moment now, after finishing up her nightly chores around the headquarters. But he was way too far gone, and foggy in the brain, to give a damn and have the self control to even do so.

Not to mention, the slightest surfacing of precum wasn't helping, given that it added a slight lubricant to the situation and really solidified the illusion in his mind he'd created for himself. His greatest fantasy would be to have her ride him, perhaps..

Absolutely. Just her, in all of her glory, above him and in her rightful place where he could worship and adore from below. The image alone of her hair framing an expression of ecstacy like a curtain, eyes hazy with pleasure all because of him, whilst he allowed his hands to boundlessly wander over every surface of her divinity.. maybe his lips would latch on to her skin and travel down to a breast, all the while drowning in her sounds.. it was enough to drive him mad in the most beautiful way possible.

By that point, poor William Vangeance was too far gone to even notice the barely audible creaking of the door whilst his girlfriend stepped inside their now shared room. A slur of pathetic, whiney mumblings and moans were leaking out into the air for her to hear in utter shock, as well as her name whispered breathlessly to confirm that he was, in fact, masturbating while thinking of her.

"William? What are you doing?"

It was about as sudden as flipping off a light switch. Light to dark in an instant.. except this time it was his voice and his movements. In the dim room, the only light source being a small candle which cast an orange glow on his face, she could make out a look of complete panic, his entire frame completely paralyzed in his position. Had he gone catatonic?

While she had found the display amusing, she was now distracted, more worried about him than anything else. "Love? Are you alright? This isn't very expected of you.." she trailed off, but before she could finish, William snapped out of his trance, causing her to gasp and glance up at the unexpected tone of his voice.

The poor man could hardly form any coherent words in his next jumbled sentences, sometimes the only noticable parts being things like "I'm so sorry for-" and "I will get my things and go out to the front room couch for the night-" to which his partner was dumbfounded by his amount of panic. In fact, William looked to be on the verge of tears, utterly destraught, much to his partner's worry and dismay. However.. she figured she could easily fix this.

Sauntering over to him, she sat beside him on the bed, placing a finger to his lips in an instant to hush him. Leaning forward to speak directly to him, she could tell he thought he was in for a scolding, but what came next had his jaw practically hanging from its hinges in a gape.

"Touching yourself without me here to take care of your needs? You've got some nerve doing my job for me, Captain William Vangeance. I was surprised you hadn't asked me sooner for favors quite like the ones you were probably just imagining.. but now that I know you've been naughty and doing this in your own time, don't expect any mercy from me tonight. I'll prove to you why I'm far more efficient than your right hand. And I'd better not see this again."

She gave a cheeky smirk, completely digging that expression he was wearing. He 100% never would have guessed such lewd words could ever come out of her, and honestly, it already had his entire body lighting up with heat. That confidence from her.. the domineering and sexy edge to her lips, curled into a dark sneer.. it was all blindingly amplified the moment she straddled over him, looming over his body to speak in a low tone towards his ear. "Are you prepared for me to devour you?" She asked.

This was really doing it for him, and he caved, his pent up desire mixing with his excitement and impatience of the moment... Unable to handle the anticipation. As a result, he resumed, feeling already quite close to an orgasm as he frantically jacked himself off with her weight and presence above him. He just... Couldn't wait anymore. And she was too dazzling, too seductive, much too hypnotizing with those devilish words.

"You have the audacity to continue right after what I just said? Bold move, Captain. Either I underestimated you or you're fucking desperate for me. Which one is it? Care to share with me? If you do, perhaps I will let you off the hook... A bit."

"Y-y/n... P-please! L-let me-"

His begs and pleas were interrupted by a deafening, breathless, gasping cry as he came on the spot, a few whimpers following in a perfect sequence as the white hot pleasure seized violent hold of his body, almost aggressive in nature after having been repressed for so long. Panting, he watched his partner witness his helpless and needy state, almost amplifying the experience to a degree.

She was dead quiet, watching with sharp eyes and an intensity in her stare as he slowly came down from the high, body naturally going limp with exhaustion and his breathing evening out. He chuckled sheepishly then, eyeing her with a noticable hint of anticipation and excitement in his gaze, slightly curious if she'd follow through with her previous promise. "B-better to ask forgiveness than p-permission, right?" He tried meekly, biting his lip at that irresistible smirk returning to her face.

"Incorrect" she stated, which set his nerves aflame yet again.

"See... You're the one who wanted me so bad, aren't you? I honestly had no idea... Especially with how shy you are, I was waiting, but it seems you've made me wait longer than necessary. Not to mention, after directly disobeying me, you owe me a couple rounds. Understood? You'll bear with it like a good boy... And I'll be sure you enjoy it too."

There.. that softer look in her eyes at that last statement, despite how perfectly and wonderfully dominant she was - it made his heart melt. William found it very comforting that he didn't have to take charge right away and that she was naturally the one in charge in such an environment - he spent so much time worrying, being afraid, stressing, overthinking, and telling people what to do... That giving up control to someone he trusted was just a complete relief.

"Yes ma'am," he stated, having gained back some composure. "I'll do my best to endure whatever my goddess intends to give me.. please allow me to touch and praise you."

"Good boy," she cooed, encouraging his words of loyalty, as she slowly lowered herself to gently and sensually take him into her mouth to start off. Almost immediately, a tortured cry of overstimulation escaped him, but at the same time it felt completely euphoric.

It occured to William that one of the best nights of his life was about to take place, so he closed his eyes, and placed a hand down on the head bobbing over him.

~end~

[sneezefiction]

Caring for a Sore S/O after Working Out

Kuroo, Bokuto, Akaashi, & Tsukki x Reader - Sore S/O Headcanons

request: “can i request headcanons with the third gym squad when their s/o is sore from doing excercise? usually i don't excercise, the last week i just jump the rope, and my left leg is just aching as hell, Now I'm limping, sliding my hurt leg lmao thank u by the way!!!!!”

a/n: ok i felt this. i haven’t worked out since quarantine began and i am physically falling apart rn. so even if i did workout, i’d probably be in so much pain that i’d quit the next day oop. BUT here’s the 3rd gym squad, at your service bby <33 hope u enjoy!

warnings: slightly suggestive for Kuroo

total wc: 1020

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Kuroo:

lately Kuroo has been pestering you to come to the gym w/ him

i mean you are dating an athlete and you gotta admit, he looks pretty damn good

but when you wake up at 4am to an unwelcome aching all over your body, the regret sets in

your arms, legs, thighs… everything is so sore. it hurts to even shift under the covers

you stifle several groans, trying not to wake up Kuroo, but he’s such a light sleeper that his eyes are open the second you make a noise

“You okay, babe?” he mumbles sleepily, rubbing his eyes

“Kuroo, I am in so much pain. The gym was a mistake.” you murmur, “What do I do? I don’t think I can go back to sleep.”

“I’ve gotcha, baby. What hurts?” he’s pulling the covers off of you

Your face flushes, skin exposed, unsure of what he’s planning to do

He smirks, “Relax, I’m just gonna give you a massage.”

he’ll start with your shoulders, pressing into them with firm hands, and you release a deep satisfied breath

Tetsurou will work his way down your body, savoring the contented hums you release, making sure to apply direct, but gentle pressure

when he finds his way to your legs, you let out a groan, and now Kuroo’s cheeks are tinged pink

but you’re already sore, so he spares you for tonight

when he’s finished, he leaves trails of kisses down your back and grabs you a heating pad

you thank him with a sleepy peck on the forehead and he responds by pulling you into his arms, ignoring the little “Ouch” you squeak out

Bokuto:

you’d worked out a couple of days ago and Bo was SO PROUD OF YOU

but the thing is, he forgot how sore people could get if they haven’t exercised in a while

so when he came over to your place and leapt into your arms for a hug, you both crashed to the floor, your legs unable to handle the strain of his sudden movements

now you’re not only sore, but there’s a sharp pain shooting up your arm

he’ll feel sO bad about it, apologizing profusely on his knees while grasping your hands

“Y/n, I am SO SORRY. PLEASE FORGIVE ME!”

like babe, he’s pleading, his eyes are so big

and you won’t have any time to respond to him because he’ll have already scooped you up in his arms

he’s holding you bridal style, his grip gentle and secure, eyes on you the whole time

“Were you really that sore, baby?”

“Bokuto, I literally collapsed. What do you think?”

“Please let me make it up to you!” he begs

be prepared for a netflix night and all kinds of takeout food

he’ll make sure your legs are laid over his lap and he’ll keep his warm hands on your thighs the whole time, stroking them softly

now every time you workout, you have to tell him beforehand, bc he’s scared of you collapsing under his crushing hugs

Akaashi:

he’ll see you limping and immediately assess the situation

you’ve clearly done something out of the ordinary, you’ve been complaining about how heavy your arms feel, and you’re unreasonably tired

so when you finally mention your workout the other day, everything clicks and he decides to pull out his full regimen for muscle soreness and strain

he starts randomly bringing you water bottles throughout the day

if it’s your abs that hurt, Akaashi will bring you a hot water bottle and a fuzzy, blanket

at night, before you both finish up some documentary series together, you’ll hear water running in your bathroom

you walk in to find Akaashi filling it up, clouds of bubbles sitting on the water’s surface

he’ll turn around and give you a soft smile

“Thought you might like something soothing, y/n.”

“Akaashi… you’re amazing.”

once you’re relaxed and out of your bath, he motions for you to sit with him, leaving a big space for you to lay out on the sofa

but you’re feeling cuddly and lean into his side

he’ll just run his fingers through your hair, not minding the dampness, lowkey giving you a scalp massage

and if your hair is long enough, Akaashi will move it to the side, lightly brushing the skin on your neck and trace the crevices on your shoulders and neck

you literally work out just so you get this treatment more often lmao

Tsukki:

he actually makes fun of you for trying to exercise in the first place

“You do realize you have to do this again to get results, right?” he snorts, “If you feel this awful, maybe just don’t do it at all.”

Tsukki says that, but the next day he’ll be helping you learn proper form for different exercises

he’ll position your arms and legs so you don’t put pressure on your back and he’ll keep you from overdoing it while on a run

ever wonder why he smells so fresh? this guy uses icy hot all. the. time.

it helps him release all kinds of tension in his muscles

he’ll absolutely convert you to it, you have no choice in this matter

but Tsukishima insists you’re putting it on wrong and definitely uses it as an opportunity to get his hands on you in a slightly more discreet way you’re not fooling anyone, sweetheart

when he’s rubbing it in on your back, you lean into the touch and he teases you by immediately dropping his hands to wash them off

you’ll be pouting around the house, but when he comes back, he’ll start massaging pressure points, rubbing your back and neck

Tsukki’s hands are literal magic yes, you may take this in any way you’d like to

“How’d you get so good at this?” you ask, the soreness slowly fading

“Wikihow.” he says monotonously 

“No, really babe. I have to know your secret.”

“...I literally read an article and just figured it out from there.”

he actually probably did learn it off the internet, but you refuse to believe it

Tsukki definitely threatens to charge you for his services, but he secretly relishes how much you seem to enjoy his touch

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[flowitch]

supernatural and lgbtqia+ characters

DISCLAIMER: i love these characters, which is why i watch the show. i do also have many issues with the show and the writers. this isn’t a hate post for the story or the characters, just the way the characters have been treated. do not read this if you are not caught up and do not want spoilers. this is also kinda a mess but i got very passionate about this and wrote it during classes

Dean Winchester

i’m gonna start with my boy dean!! dean is mine along with many other people’s favorite characters because of how complex he is. and one of the things that adds depth to his character is his “journey” with his sexuality.

there are many examples of dean very clearly not being straight, and he is officially headcanoned (and i guess canon now) as bisexual. you don’t even need to include dean and cas scenes for examples of his bisexuality. here is a video showing examples without any cas scenes:

https://youtu.be/rQSPmmuLJB0

now that we’ve established he is bisexual, let’s talk about the contradiction between the writing of his sexuality and character. the one i’m itching to talk about first is the confession scene in 10x16.

https://youtu.be/IqBHkwi13ic

in this scene, dean says, and i quote, if you don’t want to watch the video and don’t remember, “There's things, there's...people...feelings that I- I want to experience differently. Maybe even for the first time.” there honestly is no other way to interpret this. i’ve tried to put myself in the mind of the writers and the homophobes but i genuinely cannot interpret this another way. this is very clearly about his sexuality, being that there were no love interests at the time that this would apply to (not that this would even apply to a straight couple anyway). and not only does this confession scene occur, but sam even comments on how he was in there for a long time and he could always talk to him if he needs to!!!! they could have easily not had sam say anything about how long he spent in there, being that we as the viewers have no clue as to how long he was in there. they wrote that specifically to show that what he said in there had meaning and importance.

the writers and the crew of the show play into dean’s sexuality consistently with scenes, song of the days from the crew, etc., but then deny that destiel or dean’s bisexuality is real. i think a lot of this has to do with the fact that dean has always been considered as a “macho man” who shows very little emotion and has trouble with vulnerability. and that’s true! he absolutely is. but this show had 15 years to allow him to slowly work through his feelings and his issues with his own sexuality and self. the confession is a great example of the writers being almost there and then never speaking about it again.

even if you aren’t bisexual, you can see how much biphobia there is in the world. and as a bisexual woman i can say that bisexuality in men is so looked down upon it’s disturbing. men coming to terms with their bisexuality, especially if they are considered straight and “manly”, always makes me so happy since it’s not as accepted as female bisexuality. and this is another reason why supernatural exploring dean’s bisexuality would have been so incredible. seeing a man on television who has a lot of internal issues come to terms with something so complex and life changing would have been monumental to so many people. the writers had an infinite amount of ways to go about this because of things that THEY wrote, and instead chose to ignore his sexuality and have him not respond to castiel’s confession in 15x18. it’s very clear he was in shock in that episode so i’m not mad, but it is also clear that they wrote it that way to not fully make deancas canon.

dean winchester is bisexual, and the writers wrote him that way. nobody pulled this out of their ass, destiel didn’t become popular randomly and for no reason, they wrote him this way. this is their own writing that they have chosen to ignore and contradict for 15 seasons and it’s disappointing.

Castiel

this entire post is being written on november 6, 2020. one day after 15x18 aired. castiel is now canonically queer, and was already sent to someplace worse than hell. because he was happy. which directly connected to his love for dean. i honestly don’t even have to write cas’ section because that is enough, but i’ll write about his mistreatment anyway.

we knew the only thing that would make cas truly happy would be something with dean. well we assumed the writers would make up some other bullshit, but we hoped that it had something to do with dean. and sure enough, it was his love confession. and what i loved about this was cas starts it off by saying two beautiful things. one, that he knows he can never have what he really wants (dean), but he’s just as happy telling dean he loves him. he doesn’t need to have him to be happy with where they end their story, as long as dean knows. and the other thing he starts off by saying is that he knows how dean sees himself. he lists off all of these extremely kind things about dean and how dean is what made cas care about the world. he is the reason castiel went from an emotionless soldier to a fallen angel that feels deep love for people.

this confession scene although tainted by the fact that he died right after, which we’ll talk about, and the fact that it took this damn long, really means a lot to me. it was so incredible seeing cas be unapologetically open, honest, in love, and himself. he was for the first time since we’ve known him, completely and totally content. he told the man he loves how incredible he thinks he is and how he loves him, and knew he was saving him from billie by doing it. we’ve never seen him that happy. and it’s heartbreaking. 

misha summed it up perfectly i think: “Tonight, watching Cas talk to Dean, I got lost in the story and forgot for a moment that I’m the one who plays that angel and I thought, “He’s how I want to be. He’s openhearted and he’s selfless and he’s true.”

this was the first time we saw cas living his whole truth, and he immediately died. in terms of just bad taste, sending someone who just came out to angel hell is very disturbing, but it’s just further proof of the writers not caring about their lgbtqia+ characters. it’s like they gave us what we wanted, but there just had to be a catch, right? these writers very clearly do not care about their queer characters or fans, and what they did to cas here shows that plain as day.

obviously i really do want dean to save cas from the empty to parallel cas saving him from hell, but do i think it’ll happen in these last two episodes? no. first off i just don’t think misha filmed for the last two episodes, but also, the writers have made it clear that they do not care about cas in general, nevermind their now love story. it just does not sit right with me that he got sent to the empty for eternity because he was finally his whole self and happy.

Charlie Bradbury (our world + au)

we have seen charlie bradbury die twice, both times for no reason at all. the first time we saw her die, it was by the hands of a NAZI, and her body was THROWN INTO A BATHTUB. like i said before with cas, that was explanation enough i mean come ON. the second time we witnessed charlie die was in 15x18, (along with the whole world i know bare with me), which we did NOT need to see. 

let’s start with the fact that for all of these characters, supernatural creates and writes them wonderfully for the most part. we fall in love with these characters because of the way they were written, acted, and the dynamic with other characters. unfortunately in supernatural, if you are queer or a woman or god forbid both, that dynamic with other characters will be the death of you. 

i’m gonna talk about each other her deaths individually. so her first death. the only reason for her death was to further sam and dean’s (mostly dean’s) man pain. although i eat up the reactions of other characters when another dies, this just felt completely unnecessary to me. the writers wrote a fan-favorite character, and decided that the best course of action was to brutally murder her to further dean’s mark of cain storyline. and i loved that storyline! i loved the scene of dean getting revenge for charlie! but it did not need to happen. the only thing the fans wanted was for her to be alive and well, get more screentime and possibly have a girlfriend. 

when directly asked why they thought killing charlie was a good idea, jeremy carver said: 

“That’s an excellent question, and it, it’s tough just because...any time you have a favorite character on a show...People die on the show. And, and, and...and, unfortunately...So...there’s so many ways to answer that. And I feel, I, I...it’s tough for me to answer. She’s an absolutely beloved character, beloved on the show...And when we’re in the writer’s room...we have to go where the story takes us. And we try and do it without, um...(insert fans booing and the cast laughing at him)...this is the world day of my life. And I’d like to thank everyone up here for the support.” (they were not helping).

not only did he not have a clue on how to answer a question that should have an understandable answer, but then the best thing that he could come up with is “we have to go where the story takes us.” but why would that possibly be where the story takes you? if supernatural had more diversity than straight white males and possibly one woman that dies or is evil, then fine kill off whoever you want even if i don’t like it. but it becomes a gender and sexuality issue when she is not only the only recurring female character at the time, but also the only recurring lgbtqia+ character at the time (minus cas). 

now the second time she’s died. mind you this isn’t our world’s charlie. they brought her back for the fans and for the cast/crew that love her and felicia. we’ve established that she’s here living her life someplace. we haven’t heard anything about her for a hot minute, and then they decide to bring her back for 15x18. i was thrilled! i could not wait to see her, and was even more excited when she showed up on my television. and then, even better, we found out she has a girlfriend who she lives with and is clearly happy/comfortable with. and then what happens, may you ask? her girlfriend, stevie, a queer woman of color, vanishes. boom another unnecessary lgbtqia+ and woman death that could have been avoided if they just wrote in sam and dean calling her for help. 

later on in the episode, everyone on earth excluding dean, sam, and jack are gone- completely vanished where they stood. charlie of course is among those people. bare with me here, i know everyone vanished and it’s not the same as the first one. but here’s my issue with it: she did not have to come back. i would have rather had donna say “jodie, the girls, charlie, they’re ready to go when you need them”, and then they all vanish off screen. but instead they went through the trouble of bringing her back, showing her happy, having her experience a painful loss, and then disappear anyway. what was the point in having her in the episode?

like i mentioned earlier with dean being representation for bisexual men, charlie was just that for lesbians!! the amount of posts i’ve seen on multiple platforms talking about how much they resonated with charlie or how heartbroken they were no longer having representation on their favorite show is awful. there was a kickass nerdy, kind, strong, loving lesbian on your show not once but twice (au charlie), and you blew it. 

Claire + Kaia (Dreamhunter)

this part isn’t going to be long because there are some exceptions: wayward sisters failed spinoff (i’m still heartbroken i want it so bad), kathryn newton’s new status and inability to be in the show, etc.. so i guess this will just be a short thing about wayward sisters and what that could mean for claire and kaia. 

they had already established in supernatural that kaia was claire’s first love. we had gotten some really cute scenes with them, and then wayward sisters was finally a possibility. if the show had gone through, which i’m not sure why it didn’t, claire and kaia’s relationship could have been a goldmine. young girls could see themselves represented by characters already adored by supernatural fans. it would’ve shown a beautiful wlw relationship between two young girls who are also kickass and can keep up with their elders/male counterparts. 

i can’t pin this on the writers sadly (lmao), but i am still upset that we didn’t get wayward sisters. it would’ve meant a lot to women and to the lgbtqia+ community. 

My thoughts

like i said in the disclaimer, i love these characters and the story of supernatural. i always will. but i can’t lie about how frustrating it is seeing women, lgbts and people of color get constantly disregarded and mistreated. the writers had 15 years to get with the times, and the growth of society. stuff that i saw in season one and wasn’t surprised by should not still be happening in season 15. having writers that are all straight white males/women is not enough anymore. it never was. there has to be something for everyone in a show as big as this. it’s not about meeting diversity requirements, it’s about actually having diversity because it’s real. there are no diversity requirements for people in society. these are just people of different races, ethnicities, sexualities, genders, etc. who want to see someone like them represented on the things that they watch. it’s a lonely feeling not being validated by a show that you love.  

i might make another post specifically for the women mistreatment and queerbaiting on this show but that’s all for my essay on why supernatural sucks at not mistreating their queer characters :)

[thotsforvillainrights]

Can I pretty please ask for a scenario of Chisaki having a break down? Or a PTSD attack? And his loved one comforting him and he just flies to her? Even despite his own mysophobia pela and thank you💘💘💘💘

(I made the reader neutral like usual so my other Chisaki stans can fit themselves into the scenario just in case they wanted to. Sorry for the late reply, I stopped to cook dinner lol)

~My Better Half~

headcanon|scenario|imagine|match-up

The feeling of being stuck with overwhelming, crushing darkness began to consume him. He felt as if he were sinking further and further into the void with not even so much as a sound aside from the familiar voices screaming at him. As he sunk further and further, his chest got tighter and tighter. Along with this, the voices got louder and louder, repeating the words he heard that faithful day when he was put out into the streets. Eventually it became so difficult to breath with the weight on his chest that he screamed out but no sound was heard. His head began spinning and he could feel tears well up into his eyes, panic setting in. This was an all to foreign feeling to Chisaki’s usual calm demeanor. Suddenly, as if on cue he woke up. He panted, gripping his chest tightly and feeling the cold sweat rush off of himself. He finally gained his breath and sniffled a bit as he looked over at the bedside clock. 

4:26 a.m 

He wiped his face off with his pajama sleeve and felt the familiar intensity of itchiness from his blasted hives. Chisaki scratched his arms furiously, then his neck, and finally his face. Afterwards, he got out of bed carefully (as to not disturb you) and headed to the bathroom. He flicked on the light and went to look at himself in the mirror...he was a mess. Feeling equally disgusted from the sweat and fear, he turned the shower water on low before stripping down and getting into it. Washing away the sweat and calming his hives was easy, but removing the bad memories from his head were hard. He had only experienced this feeling 3 other times before. All of which were before he met you. After meeting you, the feelings seem to die down (or be at bay), giving him a new sense of calmness. However, they came back tonight and he really wasn’t sure what to do. He didn’t want to burden you with this, so he did what he felt was best to avoid confrontation, and decided to go somewhere else in the house to wrestle with his demons. However, this plan never came into fruition because unknown to him, you were now awake. 

You stroked the semi-warm spot next to you where he lay, indicating that he must’ve just gotten up. The bathroom light shone dimly under the doorway, and the smell of his body wash wafted into the bedroom. You sat up and waited patiently when you heard the shower turn off. Moments later, he emerged from the bathroom wearing just a pair of underwear, his pajamas discarded in the dirty clothes hamper behind him. “Angel, you’re awake?” He questioned quietly as he flicked the bathroom light off. “Yeah, but it’s not too much your fault so don’t worry. Kai, what’s wrong? You never really take showers randomly unless you have reason. There was no filth near you so what was the reason?” You waited as he searched his mind for a reply. Finally he gave in and admitted. 

“Bad Dream.”

You smiled softly at him and flipped the covers off yourself before opening your arms widely. A long time ago his mysophobia would’ve screamed at him to stop, but things were different now. Even though he still flinched and stiffened at your sudden touch, he was able to tolerate it much more now (given the correct circumstances). He felt tears well up once more as he quickly crossed the room and got into bed. He was close at your side when you pulled him into a warm hug, flipping the cover again so that they would be over both of you. “Angel...do you think I’m a monster?” He asked you quietly. You could hear the small break in his voice as well as you could feel the light moisture of his tears running down and touching your soft skin. “Kai no. Lot’s of bad stuff happen to people all the time. You are not a monster for what happened between you and your parents. It’s not your fault and you deserve to know that. Please don’t let it bother you too much. Just close your eyes and try to get some rest. I’m here for you...always and forever.” He looked up at you and saw the genuine emotion behind that smile of yours. He tucked his head back down and kissed your open skin. “Thank you, Angel.” 

He wanted to stay awake just a little longer, but the effect you had on him was remarkable. You were just so warm, so reassuring that he couldn’t help but to feel comfort and relief wash over him. In the very moment, smelling your familiar scent, hearing your calming heartbeat, and feeling the way you calmly stroked circles into his back was enough for him to feel better again. Before he knew it, he feel asleep in your comforting arms, his bad memories all forgotten for just a little while longer.

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Shelly and Colt accidentally kill a man (headcanons)

Okay! It's been a while, hello 👋 I'm finally back with more headcanons and this time it's for none other than the faces of Brawl Stars. I'm not exactly sure what you should expect but it's content regardless!! Let's go!!

Is it Sholt? Yes. Is it romantic? Not entirely sure but I'll try.

So the scene starts off with Shelly being like: "Uh, what the fuck did we just do...?"

And then Colt being shocked as hell stands there for a minute and then takes initiative to check if the dude's really dead. He uses his revolver to nudge the body, but lo and behold--it is lifeless.

Imagining the duo with a motherlode of meiotic dialogue (the rhetorical device, not cell separation yall LOL) Shelly would then say: "Mm yeah. He's dead."

Colt responds, not believing what they just did: "Okay great! Wanna go grab some coffee?" Shelly then elbows him so Colt can have a jarring reality check alongside her. She starts shedding some tears, however she tries her best to hold them in to control the situation.

Colt, knowing how stressed Shelly can get even in arguably much smaller dillemas (in comparison to a murder), he starts to reassure her, hugging her and all that good uwu shit, telling her it's going to be fine and that they were ultimately innocent. However, Shelly, stopping her tears and interrupting Colt, she ominously says: "We need to hide the body."

And then Colt's like: "You're...insane...but sure okay!"

Then the scene segways to the events leading up to this incident and I'm about to tell you it right now yeet

It's a "normal" day in Brawl Town, the sun's out on a windy Wednesday and nothing was out of the ordinary. Colt and Shelly at this point have known eachother for a couple months but absolutely LOVE pining! The third wheel and best friend, Poco, gets insanely irritated with the two of them not professing their affection for one another--but like most days, that's just a normal thing.

After a match, Poco and Shelly hung out and ate lunch together at Bull's Diner. Poco noticed that something was quite out of the ordinary: "I think there's a weird dude in town."

The "weird dude" doesn't match any of the existing brawlers' characteristics or physical appearances. Poco continued to tell Shelly that he was always acting weird and randomly knocking at every brawlers' residences.

Shelly being skeptical asked Poco for proof. "Well! I don't have any! But he does look weird, like the pictures of the robohumans I saw in the newspaper centuries ago," says Poco.

"What are those?"

"You know those things we fight every day, Shelly Yeah, they used to capture humans and turn them into robot human hybrids. I don't know who stopped the robots from doing it, but I haven't seen one in forever--until now. But stay safe tonight, Shelly. Maybe you can ask Colt to come over. Hehehe."

Shelly, with red cheeks, almost jumps out of her side of the booth to nag back at Poco, "I don't need protecting!" As partially annoyed as she was, she couldn't help but chuckle at what Poco had jokingly said.

"Are you sure you don't need protecting, Shelly? You *did* let your emotions get the better of you just now!"

"Haha very funny //bonehead, but I think *you* should be the one worrying about safety with a guitarrón as your only weapon!"

"Shelly, I'm fine...I'm already dead." bruh moment, end of scene

Later that night, Shelly returns home, half asleep and ready to crash--until she saw Colt at her front door. Almost instantly, Shelly was wide awake.

Not knowing how to showcase her affection toward him as per usual, with her eyes open wide she sternly says, "What the hell are you doing here."

"Poco said you needed me here." Colt said with a smirk.

"Screw you Poco oh my god." said Shelly under her breath. She looked back up at Colt and said "Look, thanks for going out of your way and everything, but Poco's just messing with you. Goodnight, Colt."

Before she went in her house, Colt said with the greatest of speed: "Okay wait listen, so two things: my cousin Penny just arrived at Brawl Town and I actually can't stand her attitude but Mama and Jess love her a lot because she's really good at brawling and she's making a lot of money right now for the family but once again I don't really like her so I hoped I could stall and talk to you for a little bit and ALSO that new guy here is scaring the shit out of me and I don't feel safe at night hahahaha....ha..."

Shelly, internally excited that Colt wants to spend more time with her but forbids to let that show in her face, gives in and lets him in her house. Before that, she says: "You know you really gotta start sucking it up. The kid's making more money than you for a reason."

Shelly and Colt started chatting with eachother in the couch about their lives in Brawl Town and how crazy their lifestyle is, and eventually Colt says: "Man it still shocks me how we just...ran into eachother back there." (The whole "No Time to Explain" thing)

Shelly, with a laugh says: "You were literally about to die :))" Colt laughs with her, saying "I really wouldn't have been here gushing over you every day if you didn't save my ass a couple months ago."

Internally, Shelly's like: holyshitholyshit whatdoesthatmean whatthehellishesayingtomerightnow ohmygodholyshit but the words that came out of her head was: "You? Gushing over me? Quit playing h a h a." Shelly's hella nervous and super flustered.

"Wow Shelly," Colt said playfully, "what a way to discredit weeks and weeks of me thinking of what I was planning to say to you sooner or later :P"

Shelly got up from her spot in the couch and inched closer toward Colt. Very much unlike her usual self, she was flustered and smiling like a middle schooler around their crush, except it's actually like that besides the fact that they're not middle schoolers. "Just...shut the fuck up already." said Shelly jokingly with a smile as she put her arms on top of Colt's shoulders.

The both of them were MEGA flustered, and as excited as they were, they allowed for the moment to carry itself. Although slowly, their lips eventually locked for a couple seconds, HOWEVER, a sudden sound of a window breaking startled the both of them--the sound came from the second story of Shelly's house.

Jerking up from the couch, the both of them grabbed their weapons and stormed upstairs. Shelly recognized that the sound came from the spare room--a place where she hardly goes to maintain.

When the pair approached the door, they found cover and kicked it open like the police do and instantly pointed their weapons toward the figure they recognized as the "weird dude".

"Shit, Poco wasn't kidding." said Shelly, "What the hell are you doing in my house?Get out or we'll shoot!"

The weird dude, super unfazed by the way, says menacingly, "Oh dear, I just need a place to stay!" Shortly after his request, he shoots at the painting that hung in the hallway, knocking it down.

You know what that means! W A R. It was Shelly and Colt vs. the Weird Dude. Shelly and Colt's regular attack hardly damaged him. It was clear what he was. He was made by the robots (not the robo squad but the big boys we fight during the ticketed events).

Shelly's super was charged up, but didn't want to use it. However, the weird dude's punch attack was inching closer and closer to Colt, and Shelly, without thinking, fired her super at the humanoid.

After doing so, there was peace and quiet, but Shelly didn't know what she had just did because the first thing she did was attend to Colt.

"Holy shit are you okay?!"

"Of course, if my hair's fine, then I am too ;) but one thing, Shelly...*points to the humanoid* I THINK YOU KILLED HIM."

And then it's basically back to the beginning of the post!

The two of them brainstorm on ways to dispose of the body, but alas, their moral compasses are failing them in this scenario. But, suddenly, Colt remembered that there was an incinerator back at the Junker family home.

"Okay...NO." Shelly didn't like the idea of literally dragging a dead half-human into the Junker residence. "Your mom's really not gonna like me if she smells a dead freaking body in her house."

"Heh, is that *really* what you're worried about? ;))" bruh moment no.2

*flustered ass Shelly activated* "nOOo...of course not! I just killed a man. I can't really worry about anything else anymore can I..."

Shelly really didn't want to face Pam after this whole mess, even though she had nothing to do with it anyway. "Well, we're not doing that. I don't want to freak them out." She's just too packed with emotions to meet the parents LOL

Suddenly there was a knock on the front door downstairs. Sholt both had an "oh shit!" moment and Shelly hesitantly ran down the stairs opened the door, ready to give an explanation, but turns out it was just Poco.

"oH mY gOd sHELLy aRE yOu oKAy?!" Poco cried as he LITERALLY jumped on top of her. "I heard your shotgun from a mile away and I-"

"PocoIThinkIKilledTheWeirdGuyJesusIThinkI'mAMurdererWhatAmI-"

"you wh-"

"alsomeandcoltkindakissedandhe'supstairswiththebody-"

"YOU WHAT-"

"Yeah I know I murdered a guy in front of the literal sheriff to save his life how much more ironic can it get,,,"

"Okay that's cool and all but you guys really kissed it was gonna happen sooner or later hehe..."

"THATS NOT IMPORTANT POCO I KILLED SOMEONE"

"Eh, I wouldn't worry too much about that."

*confused Shelly*

Colt, from upstairs, screams: "BABE HE'S GONE WHAT DO I DO? ALSO WHO'S DOWNSTAIRS?"

Poco's face lit up at Shelly, "bAbE?? ;))" said Poco quietly. Shelly let out a sigh, flattered at what he called her but irritated because he decided to call her that while Poco was around.

"IT'S POCO WE'RE FINE." Shelly said loudly from the lower level.

Colt came down to greet the not-usually-giddy Poco, "Hey Colt! It's all good! They respawn back to where they came from sooner or later, it just takes them a longer while!"

"Phew, that's a relief!" Colt exclaimed, "Did you know that Shelly didn't want to burn the body at my Mom's place because she was nervous to meet her?"

*irritated Shelly activated* "You're fUnNY."

Poco laughs, knowing he did enough to poke fun at the two. "You guys are so cute, I'll leave you two alone now, goodnight!"

Poco leaves and what do you know it's just the two of them!

"So Shelly...where were we? ;))" Shelly chuckled a little bit, as she warmed up and started to act more natural around Colt. They lean toward eachother to finish what they started before the whole conflict, but once again...

*DOORBELL RINGS*

*irritated Shelly, part 2* "I'll get it..." Shelly opens the door and starts saying "Poco oh my-" until she realized it was actually Jessie. "Oh sh- hi Jessie!! Sorry about that!"

Colt doesn't want Jessie to know that he's at Shelly's place, so he runs behind the couch to hide.

"Hi Shelly! I've been trying to look for Colt because Mama misses him so much and she really wants to see him. Is he here by any chance?"

Colt's SUPER soft spot is his mother, so he decided to get up from his hiding spot and reveal himself to Jessie. "Jessie! What are you doing alone at this time? It's dangerous!"

"Actually, I was wondering what you two are doing alone at this time?"

Shelly, slightly irritated (but not fully because she silently finds Jessie super adorable) once more, says "nothing, Jessie, don't worry about it." She turns around to Colt to tell him he should go and that she'll see him tomorrow.

And then they exchange really soft goodbyes to eachother and Jessie already knew what's up. When they were on the way home Jessie decided to ask him: "You guys are together now, aren't you? Don't lie to me!"

"Heh, sure, whatever answer satisfies you, kiddo. But I think we need to have another first date--before you did, let's just say a couple o' people decided to crash it."

That's all! I know this is much longer than my regular posts and this is definitely much more experimental than usual. I'm not exactly sure how it'll be received or if it even quenches the Sholt drought but I hope you enjoyed nonetheless!

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Can I ask for a senario of a young Rin meeting a young girl in Australia. And after a couple of years when Rin is older, going back to Tokyo, him meeting this girl again and getting together or something like that .. Thank you 😙

Hi anon! Thank you a lot for your request! So since it’s my first scenario on this blog, I’m going to appologize because oh boy I really don’t know how it went. I mean, I was pretty confident with my headcanons but I am definitively not with scenarios. I hope it’s okay ^^’

And also, if there is any grammar or punctuation errors in there i’m really sorry. English isn’t m,y first language and I learnt english by myself so I only know basic grammar and a few “rare” words. Like I have to check out classes notes if I want to be sure, but I’m too lazy tonight. I really hope it’s okay ._.

ps: I randomly chose a name for the character, If you’d like for me to put y/n instead just tell me.

Untouched feelings - Rin x Female character scenario

approx. 1,7k words

    It had already been two weeks since Rin arrived in the beautiful and modern Australia. His english skills were clearly tested, but he didn’t mind at all. For the two weeks he had passed, he was enjoying himself and he felt like his swimming had already improved a lot. Everything was fun here. The only thing he was missing was having friends. The other children did talk to him but he still wasn’t any close to them. It kinda felt like he was just a foreigner who wasn’t that good in english yet. The poor boy regularly enjoyed his lunch alone. It was for this exact reason that when the teacher announced the first team project, he was nervous a countless number of thoughts travelled through his mind. When his gaze roamed across the room, he saw the smiles of friends being happy they were in a team together. When he accepted the thought that he was going to end up alone, he looked down, pouting. At this moment, a young girl approached the red head.

    “Do you want to be in a team with me?”, she asked, a little nervous herself. Rin looked up, his eyes widened. He didn’t thought someone would ask him this. When she saw he wasn’t moving, she offered him a slight smile, tilting her head a bit.

    “Uh… I.. I don’t mind” he stuttered with his accent. He had the same face since she had asked him. The girl seemed to be happy when he gave his answer. Seeing her joy, Rin finally relaxed. “My name is Rin, what is your name?” he asked, his usual smile now returning to his lips.

    “I know that”, she giggled. “I’m Charlotte.” She smiled to him again before the teacher called back the class to silence. Following his instructions, the different teams in the class brought their desks together, and so did Rin and Charlotte. It was starting from this class that their friendship grew. Thanks to their creative ideas brought together, the project was a success. Charlotte helped Rin with his english from time to time. At one point she thought Rin would find her annoying since she was always correcting him, but the boy only found her impressive instead. After Charlotte, Rin had a less trouble integrating the class. He had more friends and he also always had the same smile on his face. Even if Rin had more friends to hang out with, he was still spending some time with the young girl. Sometimes, she was even going to see him in his practices. The first time she went to see him, she was so fascinated by his strokes that she decided to start swimming herself.

    Then one day, Rin had to go. She knew he would eventually go back in Japan, but she still felt sad. As decided, Charlotte and Rin said their goodbyes in a park close to the school. The young girl silently stood in front of the pond when Rin walked towards her. She turned around just after he called her name.

    “Rin” she said, looking at him. She was trying to hold back her tears but the boy didn’t notice. “It’s already time to say goodbye, huh…” She avoided his eyes. “Thank you Rin for being my friend all this time. It truly made me happy”. The more she talked the more she wanted to cry.

    “Charlotte…” he muttered, biting his lips. When he placed his eyes on her again, tears were falling down her pink cheeks. His eyes widened. “You shouldn’t cry like this. We’re definitively going to see each other again! And we can have a race!” He happily said, trying to cheer her up, even though he also felt sad. Since she wouldn’t stop crying, he quietly pat her head before his hosty family called for him. “I… I have to go. Goodbye!” He stayed in front of her for a few seconds and walked back to the car, leaving her still crying. She didn’t seem to be able to stop her tears. She was wondering when she would get to see him again.

    A few years later, Charlotte enrolled in Hidaka University in Tokyo. She was still a swimmer who wanted to make her dreams come true. There were many reasons why she had applied to an University in Japan, and one of these reasons was to see Rin again. After so many years, they had lost contact and she didn’t knew where he was… until she met Haruka. Haru was someone she knew even before actually meeting him. She remembered the conversations she had with Rin about him. He kept saying he was the best swimmer around, so she was glad to finally meet him. That was also when she learned that Rin was back in Australia. She didn’t even need to ask him when he would come back, Haruka already knew she would ask him.

    It was after her discussion with Haruka that she started working even harder so she could get to challenge him when he would come back. When the day arrived, the girl felt nervous, but she was quite excited at the same time. With the help of Makoto, she set up a meeting with him in a park in Tokyo. When he went there, Rin thought he would be meeting Makoto. He had no idea that it was in fact Charlotte that was waiting for him there. Charlotte looked around to see if he came to meet her. When she found him, she smiled and walked to him.

    “Rin”, she called. He turned around and looked at the girl. He frowned, not remembering the girl. Charlotte giggled, the same way she would a couple of years ago. She thought she would feel mad if he didn not remember her, but she couldn’t be since it had been such a long time. They both had changed a lot.

    “Charlotte… how?” Rin was surprised. He never would have thought that he would meet her at this time and place. He remembered one of the first things he did the time when he went back to Australia after high school : he knocked at her old house. Even if there was only slight chances that she would still be there, he still had knocked because he missed her. When the door opened, a stranger was standing on the other side. That day, he felt sad, wondering if he would ever see her again, but there he was, standing in front of her in a park in Tokyo. The girl turned around and showed her Hidaka hoodie. “Hidaka… That’s where Haru’s studying.”

    “We’re on the same swimming team.” she said in Japanese before she smiled. “You were right all this time. He’s incredible!” Rin didn’t knew how to react. He had many thought going through his head. He had a thousand things to say. He only smiled at the words she said.

    Following this reunion, Charlotte and Rin were finally in contact again. They had exchanged their numbers. Even if they were both busy, and even if they didn’t had much time together, they still tried to hang out to catch up. They also took the time to race. No eyes were on them and it was better like this. After all this time, they were both stronger. They didn’t knew their strength, they didn’t knew anything, but that’s what made the race exciting. Standing on the starting blocks, they looked at each other.

    “Half past 20 will be our signal. I hope you’re ready”, he said with a smirk.

    “I’m ready. Let’s have a serious race. I’ve waited too long for this, Rin.”, she smirked back and placed her goggles on her eyes before preparing herself. Rin did the same and they both looked at the time silently. When eight-thirty hit, they both dived in the water. Their race had started. Charlotte had prepared for this moment. She put her all in this race, and so did Rin. In the end he had won, but the gap wasn’t big. Charlotte jumped out of the pool first and she laid down on the cold floor, trying to catch her breath. Rin also came out of the pool after a moment and did the samne while standing. He walked towards the girl and reached out his hand to help her get back on her feet. When she placed her hand in his, Rin lifted her but immediately after she stood up, he pulled her in a hug.

    “Rin?” Her eyes widened. Rin broke the hug and looked at her, his hand placed on her shoulders. Charlotte lifted her brows, still surprised.

    “You’re amazing Charlotte. I always found you amazing,” He said almost excitingly. He gave her a slight smile and removed his hand off her shoulders.

    “You’re the amazing one here…”, she answered. Her face had went back to normal, but she noticed his expression. He seemed to be thinking about something, “What’s wrong, Rin?”, she asked out of curiosity. She tilted her head down to try to get a better look at his face.

“I just… I don’t know how to say this.”

“Say what?” She was still wondering but Rin strayed silent.

“I don’t know if I can say it.”, he said after a moment of silence.

“Then you just have to tell me later…”

    “It’ll be too late”, he immediately answered. He felt sad. He knew that he would have to go back in Australia and that she would stay here. He gathered his courage and cleared his throat. “I know it will sound bizarre to you but… I like you Charlotte.”. After saying these words, Rin cheeks became red. He knew they didn’t spend much time together since they had seen each other again, but it was still enough time for him to fall in love, again. He finally had said what he wanted to say a couple of years ago in that park, where he hadn’t been able to gather his courage to tell her his feelings. That day, he only blabbered words and he had left when she was still crying. He felt sorry, but today was different. He had changed but his feeling had not.