#x reader?

[random-twst-things]

*Walking to class together*

Mc/Y/N/Yuu notices his backpack: Why do you have a backpack of Mr. Trein's cat?

Idia, turns around: Why you such a fucking bitch? 😒

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Jesus fuck dude 😨

Mc/Y/N/Yuu: Rude much!

Idia: 😑

*Mc/Y/N/Yuu turns around to show a Hello Kitty backpack*

Idia: ...

Dividers by/from @/cafekitsune

[snickerdoodie]

Any hc’s for Scott (twisters) who is only not an asshole when he’s around his s/o? Others see him being sweet to her and are like wtf why can’t be be that nice to us 🥲

No cause I’ve also been obsessed with that idea of him for so long, ahhh. He seems like such a “I care about you and you only” kinda guy and it just fuels my obsession

A/N: this is my first time ever writing anything like head canons so if it’s goofy I apologize in advance. Not proofread as usual. Also I really hope it was anything like you expected 😭. But anyway, enjoy!

Scott Miller Headcanons

Right off the bat, I think we can all agree talking is not one of Scott’s strong suits. The only times he really talks is when he’s proposing ideas to Riggs and Javi about potential deals. So when the team finds him willingly chatting with you after a day of collecting data, they all just short circuit.

Like hello?? Are they dreaming??? Wtf going on???? Like out of everybody to talk to you choose him??? And they’re not even mad they’re just..they have no clue what to think, they’ve never seen him look so at ease before lmao. There’s no permanent scowl on his face or anything, just his baritone voice mixing with your own. Ngl it creeped them out at first, they really thought the world was ending that night.

Javi’s the first to really notice the changes in Scotts demeanor around you; the quick glances, the ever so slight smiles, and even the smallest touches like his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand when he’s giving a speech, he’s seen it all.

Speaking of, I just know that Scott’s love language has got to be either words of affirmation or physical touch. He loves hearing you tell him how much he matters to you, or how you remember small things about him, it just makes him smile. For him being a not very vocal person, it’s hard for him to tell you straight up how much he cares for you. It doesn’t even have to be gentle or meaningful words, making witty comebacks to his sarcastic remarks is always enough for him.

But his way of expressing his affection is through small touches. Standing close enough to you where you can smell his cologne, brushes of his fingers to your waist or hand, overall just standing close to you. (Now that I think abt it, that’s a looot more like quality time but whatever☺️)

Anyway, back on topic cuz I’m too easily distracted. The crew really tried their hardest to get Scott to even be remotely nice to them after that. I mean if he was nice to you then he could be nice to them right? Can’t be that hard. Boy oh boy were they wrong…they literally did everything in their power. They bought him coffees on early mornings, made sure he has the nicest, or as nice as they could be, bed sheets at motels, volunteered to do his dirty work of pages and pages of paperwork, but literally nothing worked. All they ever got were blank stared nods or a grumbled ‘thanks.’ At this point they were flabbergasted. How could you get that cocky bastard to even glance at you?? Nevertheless smile at you?

They have up like 5 days after trying lmfao, it was utterly useless to try and make that man any less brooding then he is. After trying through, they realized that all their attempts didn’t go completely wasted.

Scott brought you hot drinks on the chilly nights and morning as you two sat together in the crappy hotel rooms. Stopped smacking his gum whenever you side-eyed him a little too hard, much to everyone’s relief. Always walked you to your room after a late night to make sure you got there safe.

As much as they hated how self centered and blunt Scott was, they all secretly knew how love drunk he was about you. (Don’t bring it up to him, but they’re all secretly jealous they dont get any kind of special treatment

First head canon ask!! I do not think I did very good at it though💀💀. I had ideas in my head but they were not coming out the way I ask. But I hoped you at least liked some of it! I promise to write a better one in the future!

And as always, feel free to comment about anything you liked or didn’t like. Inbox is always open to more ideas! <3

[whisperingsweet]

Its strange watching them grow past what they were. To see in real time them create who they want to be past what they were for many years. So many burdens left behind and so many more than have been placed upon them. They've never been human and often times you see them find the shift strange. It was quite to worry and laugh when volt got a light shock for the first time. The small jump and hiss when he felt it. Hector could no longer control the temperature as he once did. Couldn't hide in the same manner as he once did. Hell even Reggie isn't entirely who he used to be. Its bittersweet at times.

Bitter in the ways that you have to swallow that envy. That heavy weight in your throat when you watch them succeed so easily. When you've spent your life just trying not to drown. Its hurtful in the way that it makes you question on if you've really been trying hard enough. But its sweet In so many others ways. To see them glow with pride as they succeed. To watch as the expand and find who they want to be. And yet it hurt. It hurt so fucking bad because how are they so good at it.

Good at socializing good in the way that it seems they dont even try. How could your washer and dryer accomplish more in a just a few months then you have in all your life. They barley falter in this new dance they find themselves in all the while your still trying to understand the instructions. And just maybe you gain a slight satisfaction from being mean. Not responding for a few just to see if they'd notice you gone. But then reality hits and your left with the ugly feeling. Left with anger and bittersweet love for them that drown you. Because you love them. You care for them because you've learned who they are.

Perhaps strange is to broad of a word. Some may call them to much others not enough. One thing for certain though is that they all call you home. You never fully vocalize yet how you feel all the time. Its not a natural concept for you but you try. Maybe its as simple as saying " sometimes im mad at you" while saying how you dont exactly know why. Maybe it's letting them see your eyes wet because fuck its to much. And maybe its saying I love you in different way even when your drowning in envy. Life isn't easy. Jealousy is a natural emotion for humans and unfortunately this emotions doesn't know the difference between a stranger and someone you care for. Its not easy to work though and often is shameful to feel but know they love you. Know lux as much of a brat that they are would roll their eyes and sit in the same room as you if you feel overwhelmed. Because they know its alot and while they wont become completely soft they'll let you know that their here. Because they love you and your lovely sad self. Know betty would hug you and rock you back and forth on your bed. Cooing how its okay to be mad sweetheart we all get mad its okay. Know Reggie would huff and sit next to you. He knows hate shit he thrives off of it. But he knows you he's your anger and all the other emotions that mix with it. So he'll sit amd brace the hateful ride with you baby. And if he holds your hand and threads his finger through our hair know that its because he "hates" you very dearly. So chin the fuck up so you and him and go spread some lovely hate to people who deserve it ♡

[sparrowsstars]

i need to pin michael bluth against a wall and kiss him passionately

[br0kenheartb0nes]

𝐀𝐧𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐀𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐲 𝐒𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐥 𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐚 𝐛𝐨𝐲 𝐁𝐞𝐞𝐥? (very loosely interpretation of a song turned character analysis, and yes ik the song came before him but still.)

❝𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈'𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐨𝐜𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞𝐧'𝐭 𝐛𝐲 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞❞ A god of gluttony, hooked on the taste of his darling.

❝𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐋𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐫'𝐬 𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞❞ He draws himself back to the home of Lucifer, seeking forgiveness after all he's done and been told.

❝𝐈 𝐟𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐚 𝐠𝐢𝐫𝐥 𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐥❞ Lilith, obviously, but could also be applied to his friends.

❝𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬, 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬❞ Referencing the prayer Lilith gave him; making any attempts at suicide null. no matter how hard he may try.

❝𝐈 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐧 𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐧❞ Bringing him out of his shell, loving him, having him fall deeper; his solitude has turned any form of affection into something he craves and adores.

❝𝐈 𝐚𝐢𝐧'𝐭 𝐇𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐬, 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐊𝐢𝐧𝐠❞ He knows himself, but he is also the Lord of the Flies for a reason.

❝𝐒𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲❞ Lilith's prayer drove him insane with the obscure meaning and the painful restriction of taking away his freedom to kill himself.

❝𝐑𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞, 𝐩𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐭 𝐟𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐞❞ Possibly referencing his innate desire to settle down and be with his friends forever.

❝𝐈'𝐦𝐚 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐬 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧❞ Something Satan would be more likely to say, tbh. Possibly to intimidate onlookers and spark more fear of his host.

❝𝐈'𝐦𝐚 𝐠𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐳𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐧𝐨𝐰❞ Again, referencing his drive to madness, this time possibly the madness endured during the search for Satan.

❝𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐈 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐚 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞, 𝐈'𝐦 𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐚 𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐮𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐞❞ He fights in Ragnarök, giving him the first taste of anything close to defeat or death. During those desperate moments, he can only see the things that had led up to this.

❝𝐈 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞❞ His love language. You suffocate him in affection, and he eats it up like the gluttonous bastard he is. Then he'll thank you for it before asking for more.

❝𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐠𝐨𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐜𝐤𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞❞ The fight has him pinned, and he has little more option than to use chaos.

❝𝐍𝐨𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐰𝐧❞ With his continued fight, Lilith holds him back from overdoing it until he calms the prayer with a promise.

❝𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐞𝐧, 𝐬𝐨 𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠❞ All he wants, even if to die, is to be loved and not destroy it. He promises to treat you like a queen so long as you let him be your king.

❝𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐝𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐞 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝❞ He's survived his fight, but Hades did not. Now who will become the King of Helheim? Possibly Satan, using Beelzebub's body as a vessel.

𝐅𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤

[closetm0nsterxxx]

I got two of the smexiest requests ever oml. this one is public nudity with yasuhiro.

Didn't predict this

TW: public nudity, mention of d!ck

Character: Yasuhiro Hagakure

Summary: yasuhiro goes to a public bathhouse, but gets discovered by the yakuza, which he'd been dodging for a while now. So, he flees into the city, only to discover he had lost his towel during the run. Now he has to sneak through the city fully exposed.

Yasuhiro had a pretty strange week already; he's dealt with angry customers, messy predictions, the works, really. so he figured he'd attend a local bathhouse to have a break from it all. sure, it was public, but he didn't think that'd be much of an issue. It was also one of those open ones, y'know, the type that are outside with trees and bamboo around for privacy. He's never been too insecure about his body, and he wasn't the type to stare at others, so he figured, why not? well, it wasn't really even local; it was a bit far from the city, but it was the closest one.

once he got there, after walking since he didn't have a car, he was frankly exhausted. He sighed as he trudged into the bathhouse building, stripping off his clothes and putting them in an empty locker. He'd peeked the place a bit before; it was pretty empty, so he didn't bother with underwear. He wrapped a towel around his waist for the sake of privacy, before walking out to the baths. It was relatively empty, like he'd seen, save for a few strays. Fair, it was pretty late. He went to the closest one that was empty, climbing in and sighing as he leaned against the side of the bath. The water was warm, but not hot, just perfect.

He soaked for a long time, eyes shut as he enjoyed the warmth of the water, along with the sounds of nature around him. He peeked his eyes open when he heard a loud group of people entering, all pretty muscular men. It suddenly clicked; those were the Yakuza. His eyes widened as he panicked and ducked his head into the water as they walked past. He couldn't hold his breath very long, so before they could properly pass without noticing him, he had to bring his head back up for air.

Gasping for air, he moved his now wet hair out of his face, his hair hanging down for once, like a wet mop. He and the Yakuza made eye contact for a solid 30 seconds, Hiro frozen like a child caught with their hand in the cookie jar. They properly registered who he was and yelled to get him, to which he responded by panicking again and launching himself out of the bath, the Yakuza chasing him as he abandoned his towel, along with the clothes in his locker, as he sprinted past the lockers and out of the bathhouse. So much for a moment of peace, he thought as he ran down the road he came from.

The Yakuza, however, had priorities. They had stopped to put their clothes back on by the lockers. One of them discovered Yasuhiro's locker and decided to take his clothes too, out of spite, probably. They were relatively far from him, but they had their motorcycles, so they wouldn't be far for long. The guy who took Hiro's clothes "politely" dumped them on the road as they rode in the direction he went.

Hiro had enough time to somehow get back to the city before them. Once he got there, he ducked into an alleyway and hid behind a dumpster. Only then did he properly register his... lack of clothes, or even a towel, since he was almost making eye contact with his dick. He whined as he moved his head side to side, desperately looking for anything to cover himself with, only to be met with sweet nothing. He groaned and peeked from the dumpster, ducking again as a dozen motorcycles flew past the alley he was in, a few stray trashed papers which scattered the alley's floor flew in the air as they went past.

He could use the papers, but he had nothing to hold them together with. He sighed as he shakily stepped out from beside the dumpster, standing almost properly as he cupped his dick with his hands to cover it. He decided to try and navigate the alleyways of the city, since his apartment building wasn't far. He started his trek through the city, looking behind him every couple of steps. He panicked and ran to the closest large object to hide every time the Yakuza drove past an alley he was in.

He noticed pretty far in his journey, he had to cross the road in order to get to his building. He swallowed his pride and shakily stepped out from the alley once the street was the emptiest it'd be for a while. It was almost identical to a baby deer taking its first steps, with how shaky his footing was. But he eventually stepped into the streets, hands still covering his shrunken dick from the fear. He didn't even head to the cross road, he just nervously waited until no cars were around before running across the road. A group of women spotted him and, naturally, screamed upon seeing a naked man who looked homeless and drowned running down the road. As if he wasn't embarrassed enough. He whined and ran until he saw his building, before freezing once he realised he couldn't just walk in naked as the day he was born.

He panicked slightly after he froze, noticing more people were witnessing him and either screaming or having some sort of shocked reaction. He whimpered and ran across the street in order to get to the building, panicking more as he heard motorcycles driving down the road he was just on. He ran behind the building and hid as the Yakuza drove past, they must have realised he was around since people had screamed. He hid there and gathered his thoughts, trying to come up with an idea. He then realised he didn't have his room key, nor his clothes, nor his dignity.

This meant only one thing. He had to walk into the front of the building and ask to be let into his room. Fuck, this would be a first for the receptionists..

He waited until the street was free of Yakuza and most people before shamefully walking to the front of the building, the automatic doors sliding open to reveal him, in all his naked glory. There weren't many people in the lobby, save for an old couple, who gasped and got up to leave. The receptionist was terrified, fearfully asking how she could help him. bless her. He explained his circumstances, leaving the yakuza part out, and asked for another key. The lady was scared, but kind enough to simply give him another key as he thanked her and shamefully trudged to the elevator, keys in one hand, dick in the other, where he was met with a stranger who was also in the elevator.

The ride was silent and awkward, Yasuhiro staring at the floor in shame. Once it got to his floor, he stepped out, apologised to the stranger, and then walked to his room and was quick to get in and immediately flop onto his bed and cover himself with the thick blanket, absolutely defeated. He doesn't think he'll be going out anytime soon.

finished! I rlly hope you liked it, I worked hard on it <3

[facetime-aki]

𝓱𝓮𝔂 𝓼𝓲𝓻𝓲, 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝔂 𝓲𝓷 𝓲𝓷𝓿𝓲𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓫𝔂 𝓳𝓾𝓷𝓷𝔂

𝓲 𝓳𝓾𝓼𝓽 𝔀𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓪 𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓬𝓵𝓸𝓼𝓮 𝓽𝓸 𝔂𝓸𝓾