Hi, I'm Loving Your Work, You're So Talented. I Was Wondering If You Could Do An Arguing With The Kaulitz

– ATWOW MODERN DAY AU

messages between you and Lo'ak if he was your boyfriend pt 3 🫶

rafe who cuts up your steak when you go to restaurants. rafe who oils your hair before bed. rafe who accidentally splurges on all the things you’ve been meaning to get. rafe who begs you to show him your shopping haul on facetime. rafe who always opens doors for you at restaurants. rafe who’ll leave his expensive jacket on the ground so you can step over puddles.

idk if you've gotten this ask buttttt casual dominance with tom kaulitz? for example he picks out your outfit so that you can sleep in a bit longer him telling reminding you that you need to eat idk i'm not good at requesting i'm sorry🤧

GOD CASUAL DOMINANCE IS MY FAVORITE THING TO EVER EXIST ILY

Tom Kaulitz casual dominance headcannons

•he loves to help you do your hair, weather that be brushing it for you, helping you wash and dry it or styling it for you

•speaking of washing your hair, he takes shower’s with you specifically to wash your hair and body. he doesn’t care if he just took his own shower, if you are taking one so is he

•if you’re a picky eater he will try to only go out to eat at places he knows you already like

•also feed you. Like he’ll be having a conversation with someone while feeding you at the same time like your his baby and hes the mom😭 he does it without realizing too, he just holds the fork up to your lip’s until you eat it

•make’s you take a sips of his water randomly incase youre not drinking enough

•TIES YOUR SHOES FOR YOU AHHHJDJDNNW

•he’ll adjust your clothes for you if they are falling down or are twisted weird

•he would absolutely love if you let him pick out your outfits, it makes him so happy that you trust him with your fashion

•holds your hands the entire time you’re out in public because you wander away from him. You have gotten lost MANY times and hes done with your shit😭 He considering buying you a leash at this point 🙄

Oh im so sorry for the inconvenience , i would like to request hcs for dating kevin pickford from dazed and confused! Thank you again 😊

Either being found hanging out at his house or your own

While you each give one another space it isn’t uncommon for the two of you to be seen together at all times

Ditching class to meet up in the halls

At this point none of the teachers really care if they find you outside of class, they know you’ll just ditch again

Skipping school entirely and going on adventures in the city or just hanging down by the lake

Despite what people may think, Kevin is a pretty smart guy

Although no one believes it, there have been a few dates that have actually been legitimate study dates

Well, with frequent breaks to make out

Helping him plan any of his parties and often coming up with a list of excuses for him ahead of time in case something goes wrong

And often everything does go wrong

You always stay the night after to help clean up in the morning

Kevin insists you don’t have to but this is more for his sake than your own as you always tease him after parties and sometimes just complain about the mess even if you knew what you were getting up to

It’s funny to you that his parents think that he might be a bad influence on you

They love you and you’re basically part of the family at this point but they’re still under the impression that you’re an unwilling participant in some of Kevin’s plans rather than believe that sometimes you’re the one who is orchestrating them

Talking about plans for after high school

Neither of you really know what it is you want to do with your lives but you know you want to get as far away from the town you grew up in as possible

Both being fans of PDA

Or at least using over-excessive PDA in front of your friends because their reactions are always over the top

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hai can u write miguel o’hara x bimbo!reader hcs plzz :3

miguel o'hara x bimbo!reader 💕

a/n: thanks for the request! someone has written this before so it may not be as good as those hcs but here we go! mwah <3

miguel absolutely loves you. he loves how mindless and ditsy you can be. sometimes he just stares at you with heart eyes when he sees you staring at your nails or twirling your hair around,

he doesn't mind that it may take you a while to get ready. he loves seeing you dolled up in pink and pastel colors. he especially loves when you have your eyelashes done and some glittery eyeshadow on if you like makeup.

if you're feeling stressed from a long day of the real-world problems, he will hand you his credit card and tell you to have fun. if you want his company, he will patiently come a long with you and watch you twil around in all of the cute clothes you want.

"can i have it, please?" you plead, batting your curled lashes at him. he smiles at you and responds, "that shouldn't even be a question."

miguel loves to spoil you. chocolates, flowers, new earrings, new jewelry, gift cards to your favorite stores, you want it? he gets it.

he'd probably even design you a pink suit (or your favorite color if not pink). the neckline is surprisingly low and shows off your cleavage. totally not intentional on miguels end.

he loves showing you off and having you on on his arm. miguel would even attempt to help you with your beauty routine, he would give you massages, try and help with your skin care, and massage your scalp with your favorite oils. you're pretty much his princess and he loves you.

dating kevin pickford would include

⋯ WARNINGS ; gn!reader + mentions of party, drugs + alcohol

him driving you around in his car; whether to take you to school or simply drive around austin until something catches your eye. the front seat is always reserved for you if you are ever riding with him. in turn forcing his friends into the backseat, who tease you about your privilege’s

being near each other 90% of the time – in class, riding out town in his car, hanging out with friends, you are always somehow touching. hands on the smalls of backs or laced with your own. sometimes an arm thrown around your shoulder or waist. and if you aren’t together, he’s always cutting class early to be waiting outside your classroom to greet you

constantly looking out for you, as in, keeping track of you at parties if you happened to get separated, knowing who you are going with if you are car hopping with friends, etc. – basically, just making sure to keep you in his sights. he’s not obsessive, but he cares deeply about you and would hate for something to happen to you that he could have stepped in to fix

taking you on dates to diners or drive-ins as most of all you do is hang out at his house, so he’ll sometimes get the two of you out of the house for some fresh air. more often, he’ll take you to the arcade and let you play as many games as possible. most of the time, you are high, which makes it five times more fun

helping him host parties while his parents are away; meaning you help him with diversion, planning and cleaning. kevin more often sends you to distract his parents if something happens as they love you and see that you are a good influence on their son, and tend to suspect less when it’s you telling them there is no party this weekend

being friends with his friends and in turn, getting offered free things –  the number of times you’ve been offered weed or drinks at parties is unknown as you’ve lost count. they also, by extension, look out for you and let kevin know if anything is amiss

can be quite jealous when he needs to be. usually walking up to you, wrapping an arm around you and shooting a dazzling smile at the person trying to pick you up. gets slightly annoyed if they don’t get the hint and then pulls you away and continues on with the party. he knows you well enough that you wouldn’t leave him, and he doesn’t let it bother him too much

you have a mutual understanding of not cheating. you are perfect for each other, and love the other a lot. nothing is going to break the two of you up, at least, another person isn’t

him always letting you sample ‘the goods’ and lets you help him with his business. always saves the best for you and him to light up on late nights. sometimes hands you the money when he gets paid for delivering, ‘they did all the work, you pay them”

wearing each other’s clothes and randomly commenting on how good the other person looks – clothing items are so interchanged, none truly knows what items belongs to who anymore

is a big fan of pda, but knows there is a time and place for it. tends to stick to just being able to touch you, and then in private settings, takes you breath away

kisses are always light and slow, as he’s high most of the time. however, he tends to showcase his emotions through his kisses. letting you know how he’s feeling in a particular moment by how hard or soft his lips press against yours

as stated earlier, he has to be touching you in some way. hands are always on your person and he never strays to far from you. hands on the small of your back, hands seated at your waist or belt loops, arm thrown around your waist or shoulders, his hand holding yours, the possibilities are endless

at parties, if he is usually trying to win at foosball, he shows his affection my letting you drink out of his beer, or have one of his friends get you one. or let’s you smoke the joint he already has going, it’s simple

Kemble’s Cascade

This is the Pleiades! 💫💫💫

This stunning cluster is the nearest object in the Messier catalog to Earth and is easily visible in the night sky. Each of these stars are almost 40 times brighter than our Sun and are surrounded by a reflection nebula! 🌞🌞🌞

Taken by me (Michelle Park) using the Slooh Canary Two telescope on October 22nd, 2020 at 22:56 UTC.

I just cant stop thinking of Earth-42! miles with a reader that falls for prowler first.

(had to rewrite this post because it didnt save the first time *frustration*)

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EARTH-42 MILES MORALES X Reader

I imagine you’ve snuck out, leaving your apartment in the middle of the night unbeknownst to your parents.

Youre walking down to your house under the cover of darkness when quickly you notice your being followed.

You curse silently.

The man behind you is much bigger than you are, and youre not sure you could fight him off if it came to it.

You start taking random turns, leading the man away from your apartment building, but as you being to pass an alley way, he grabs you, ducking you in.

He has you against a wall, his forearm holding your neck to the bricks.

“Youre real beautiful, do me a favor and keep quiet.” You flinch as his voice, hands shaking as your eyes begin to water.

Then suddenly theres a ‘whoosh’ and the man falls to the ground, dead.

You look up to your rescuer, and its the prowler, a well know criminal in the area.

Your heart beats in your ears as he begins to walk away, boots clanking down the sidewalk.

You run after him.

“Thank you!” You say, jogging to keep up with his strides.

“You really saved my ass.”

“It’s dangerous out at night.” He huffs, voiced warbled by the mask. You let out a little chuckle.

“Yeah…” You stop walking.

“Could you walk me home? please?”

The prowler stops walking, most likely contemplating what he should do. Then he lets out another sigh.

“You owe me.” He states firmly, turnning around to face you.

You smile, carefully wrapping your hand around two if his clawed, gloved fingers and leading him in the opposite direction.

The walk was almost silent, you taking occasional glances at the villian by your side. You noticed he had two thick braids that cascaded down his neck.

What you didnt notice was the glances he spared at you.

When the two if you reached your apartment, he watched as you climbed the fire escape to your window. You open it, climbing inside. Then you pole your head back out, mouthing a ‘thank you!’ and waving down at the prowler.

you wait expectantly for him to wave back, smiling once he finally does.

Then he disappears.

You didnt know if you would ever see the masked villian again.

So imagine your surprise two weeks later when theres a knock at your window.

It was around 8pm, you were working on a school assignment when the sound of metal tapping glass hit your ears.

You turn in your spinning chair, eyes widened at the sight of prowler crouched in your window.

You rush to unlock it, pullibg up the glass pane and letting the night air in.

“Missed me?” You ask, trying to mask the shaking in your voice.

“Do you have a digital alarm clock?” He asks, ignoring your question all together.

You think for a moment.

“I might have my old one in my closet.” You say, not giving him a chance to reply before you turned on your heel.

You expected him to follow you, but he didnt, staying perched in the window and looking around your bedroom from the outside.

He waited as you rummaged through your things.

Then suddenly you emerged, holding an alarm clock, the cord trailing behind you.

What do you need it for?” you ask.

“Mechanical parts.” was his vauge reply.

, you hand it to him.

He held it in one of his clawed hands, getting ready to depart. That was until you crossed your arms and loudly cleared your throat.

He looked at you.

“Thank you?” You raise an eyebrow.

“……..Thanks.” He mumbles, just before jumping off the fire escape and disappearing again.

The next time you see him is well over a month later.

Its a little past 3am, and you’re well into needed sleep.

Then theres another knock at you window.

A bunch of knocks actually. You hear the metal tapping sound until you rise from your bed, annoyed to say the least.

When you see Prowler at your window once again, you pick up the pace moving to the window to open it.

This time, as soon as you life the pane, he steps in.

Or he tries to, he trips, his body hitting the ground softly next to your bed.

“Woah- are you alright…” You ask, panicked.

He doesn’t answer.

“Prowler….?” You ask, closing the window.

Still no answer.

“pleasedontbedeadpleasedontbedeadpleasedontbedead…” You press your ear to his metal chest, bending down to his laying position.

Hes breathing.

You sigh in relief.

You sit and think for a moment before carefully sitting him up.

You try your best to remove all the parts of his suit, placing them in a neat pile in your closet as you go.

You realize theres a flesh wound on the side of his ribs, and a couple cuts and bruises elsewhere.

After immense debate, you hesitantly press the button on his mask, letting it move to the side to reveal his face.

Hes…handsome, you realize, and much younger than you imagined. There was a cut on his face and a bruise by his hairline, there was a bit of bleeding in his scalp, you assumed thats what caused him to pass out.

You tiptoe to the bathroom, grabbing a first aid kit and begining to clean him up with a warm rag and bandages.

You even unbraid his hair, dressing the wound in his scalp and braiding it back in a way that wouldn’t irritate the healing.

He doesnt stir in the slightest, seemingly a heavy sleeper.

After you’re finished, you carefully move him to your bed, and cuddle up beside him. You get close, but dont touch him, then slowly you drift off to sleep.

When Miles wakes up, his initial response is panic. He begins to look around, trying to pinpoint where he is.

He flinches as he lifts his arm to rub the sleep from his eyes.

“Good morning.” You say, emerging from the bathroom dressed for school the day.

He watches as you begin to do your hair in the mirror.

“G’mornin.” He mumbles, still watching you.

“How are you feeling?” You ask. He looks down, analyzing how you dressed his wounds.

“Im fine. Sore. You aint do too bad here.” He says. Now you can really hear his accent without the mask.

“Good. Good… you scared me yknow, I was worried.” You mumble.

Miles furrows his eyes, but he keeps quiet.

He watches as you grab you bookbag and your keys.

“Your suit is in my closet. I set out clean towels in my bathroom if you want to shower. My dad is gone for the day, you can make yourself something to eat if you’d like. Leave whenever you want, just please close my window when you go.” You say, hand on the doorframe.

“Okay………..….thank you.” he mumbles, still staring hard at you.

“You’re welcomeee…..” You leave the sentence open.

“…..Miles.” He says softly.

“Miles.” You repeat.

“Get some rest.” You say, opening the door.

“And dont be a stranger.”

His gaze lingers on the doorway even long after you’ve left.

And when you come home, Miles is gone.

The towels are in the hamper, his suit is gone from the closet, your bed is made, and the window is closed, its like he was never there at all.

But then sitting on your desk, theres $300 cash and a small note.

“Thanks again, Hermosa……-Miles”