#anyway. if this doesnt fix me i will die

[faggling]

The worst part of taking an opiate is having to eat something with it

[sockdooe]

How can anyone call Voltron Legendary Defender their favorite show or their comfort show. Genuinely.

The fandom? Awful. The show? White American pro colonizer bullshit wrapped up in mediocre plot lines with no thought whatsoever.

I literally just spent an hour in my head FUMING about this show.

My deepest respect to those who hate it but have the parasites from this show leached onto their brains !!!!!!!!! Because!!! What!!! The!!! Fuck!!!!!

[cartoonghosts]

holding myself by the shoulder staring into my eyes now is NOT an acceptable time to be Like This get overrr ittttttttttt youre fineee

[snekdood]

"bullying works" you sure? bc it kinda makes me think you should lose everything and die and that i wouldn't care/might even laugh when anything bad happens to you ever

[radiotorn]

having to restrain from saying anything when my dad dares to say that men get paid LESS than women. in what world. are you out of your fucking mind old man.

[mxdotpng]

thinking about a game swap. for zesteria/berseria

[rawme-price]

Please write healer reader healing soap from his TBI which of course triggers the best sex of his life wait does bigger injury more intense the pleasure please just more debauchery of healing and soap and soap wants to return the favor and excuse me for not formatting or ending sentences I am too excited

Using this ask to post a scrapped idea for the healer!reader lol.

you get to johnny too late. you know it as sure as you know his heart. his blood is splattered everywhere, price tries to hold you back but you push through. your palms are glowing before they even touch him.

theres nothing. no pain to feel or fix when hes dead, but you push anyways. you push all of your magic into him, begging and praying to hear that familiar sigh of releif. it never comes. the room glows hot with the sheer power behind ur magic, chest glowing and eyes bright, a power greater than anything youve used before. you give it all to him, you press your very soul into his cold body and pray.

it does nothing. you cant heal what is dead.

the journey back is quiet. your eyes never stop glowing, reaching out for a body you know wont be there.

you dont heal anyone for a long time. no one asks you to.

then gaz gets hurt, bullet tearing right through his chest, and you feel like ur back there with johnny again. you press your palms into gaz, waiting to hear his usual sounds that tell you hes okay.

he screams. he screams and grips at your arms, but you can still feel the pain and if you can feel it you can fix it, so you shove him down and fix him. hes crying at the end, backing away from you. he doesnt look at you, hands shaking.

your magic has never hurt anyone before. healers dont do that. gaz is breathing, hes fixed, but he gasping like hes been shot ten times over. you did that. you hurt him. maybe a part of you did die with johnny.

(whoah hope yall liked it! not my usual style of writing, but i couldnt stop thinking abt it lol)

[mushyposts]

WOAH! THE CREW???? THE CREW FROM HIT FANFICTION NO THING DEFINES A MAN LIKE LOVE??? WOAH WOAH WOAH??? Anyway yes omg its them!!! This took me so long and im so tired but look at my ANGELS!

UM! Friendly reminder that I myself am not Inuit/Indigenous! I did research + had an Indigenous person helping me w the tattoos, but if theres anything wrong/disrespectful pls do let me know and I will fix it. All the tattoos r on a seperate layer so it'll be an easy fix and one i am more then happy to do. A few of the designs changed between this and my written description, so... Oops?? Especially Morqa. I got carried away ok.... ANYWAY I have some little notes abt their designs here and there so! Kaiqa: He used to have shorter bangs around his face but they annoyed him so he tried to let them grow out but that annoyed him so he would cut them again and then try to let them grow out and now he just has perpetual baby hairs that wont get any longer. Mikla: UM. Not much to say here. Isnt he pretty tho?? Buteq: SOMEHOW ENDED UP THE MOST MAJESTIC MAN EVER. HELLO?? The two beads on the right are for his nieces and the one on the left is for his sister! Neter: One time he got super cocky abt being 7 years older then Nitya which meant he was a better fighter and so Nitya was like "yeah?? ok bet." and then punched him and broke his nose and was like "hm where are those warrior reflexes?" so now Neter has a permanently bent nose. Sorqai: He got the scar thats through his beard in the same raid that cause Nitya and Konait (Kaiqas older brother) to die. Nitya died trying to get Konait and some other kids out of the mess, and Sorqai got injured trying to get to them to help. He's mostly numb on that side of his face due to nerve damage ! Causes him to lisp a bit, especially w the chipped tooth (which he got from tripping) Natai: He wears both his own and Nitya's necklaces their parents made them, and intends to only take of Nitya's and let it go into the ocean where he was buried when the war is over. His own way of keeping Nitya involved in the war effort, something that was really important to him. Kutai: Again, no real notes here but isnt he pretttyyy..... Kovak: Honestly, very likely one of my favourite character designs I've ever made. Im kind of obsessed with him. He doesnt wear his necklace from his parents because he wasnt on good terms with them at all while they were alive. He took it off before they died, and hasnt been able to bring himself to put it back on. he intends to give it to his kid when he gets back. Mori: UM! I dont have a lot of notes here. Mori has two kids ! Hence the three tattoos under their chin, I saw an inuit creator/source say that sometimes people will add lines as they have kids and I thought that was really lovely so yes!! Again im just. I think hes so pretty. Luqait: Im so sorry king I did u dirty posting this after that one chapter. Each one of the beads he wears is dedicated to someone he knew in the tribe who died, theres more not visible on the other side of the braids. I can say for 100% certainty theres one for Kya and Nitya. Saila: Saila was actually a design i struggled a lot with, but I think I got them to a point im happy with!!! They're a good amount intense, androgynous and also have that amber flash in their eyes. The amber comes from having Fire Nation somewhere in their ancestry, something I dont think will really come up in the fic, but a detail I think is good to know! Morqa: I changed Morqa's design the most, especially his hair! But I think he's ended up being a design I am most proud of. The piercings especially!! Eventually u will run out of space (that we can see ig??) king but today is not that day godbless.

OKAY! THERE WE GO... I HOPE EVERYONE LIKES THEM UM PLS BE NICE AND DONT REPOST AND IDK JUST.... I HOPE U LIKE THEM AS MUCH AS I DO i know oc's in fics arent always peoples favourites but the reception of these guys has been like. Beyond mindblowing. Im so fucking excvited and happy everytime people in my comments talk about how much they love the characters i've created. Like.... The fact that people enjoy the OC's and not just for what the give to Zuko, but for what they give to each other and their own individual stories is so incredible to me. I hope u guys like this and I hope it helps u visualise them better!! : D

[little-forest-goblin]

Be my baby!

Synopsis: Five moves into a new apartment. He has a neighbor that doesnt come out of her own apartment. Ever. What happens when he finally does?

(She doesnt ever leave the apartment because she has extreme agoraphobia)

Warnings: Agoraphobia, panic attacks, fear, alcoholism, PTSD, Mommy issues, Reader had been abused as a child and tooth rotting fluff

This took me forever but i did! i hope you like it!

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After the family separated some time ago five didn't quite know what to do with himself. Hell half of his world revolved around his family and now that suddenly that was taken away what was he supposed to do? you can't exactly blame him. No apocalypse to solve. No family to yell at and take care of. None. He was by himself and away from chaos. It was a little weird but he got the hang of it a little bit.

He found work at the CIA where he spent his days looking over evidence, files and foreign issues. He had to admit though it was better than the commision. The commission was a lot of senseless work. He was one of the many assassins that worked at that hell hole. He sometimes lay awake at night wondering how many innocent people he killed because they were deemed a danger to the timeline. The very timeline that was doomed to be destroyed anyway? What was the point in the end?

Usually when the thoughts got too bad he drowned his sorrows in a bottle, drinking to forget. He never could though. He never could decide if it was better to forget the ones he killed entirely or remember them so they can live on.

Another day, another swig.

He did his best to hide the alcoholism that he has drowned himself in from the others. It was hard though. His flask he kept hidden has almost been spotted a couple hundred times. It seems like he has gotten into this perpetual hangover that never seems to leave him alone. He knows it's his own fault but is it better to have a headache than to remember the horrible things he’s seen and done? He’s thinking too much now. Another swig.

He crashed at a homeless shelter for a while. He didn’t exactly know where to go and he would rather die than go to reginald and get money from him in this new reginald infested world. He eventually swallowed his pride and got himself to a bank to check if this new timeline even had his mark down on it.

He stepped up to the bank clerk. It was an older lady who looked around his mental age. She was wrinkling and her hair greying from the years on this earth. her hands typed away at the keyboard doing god knows what.

the old lady looked up at him from her computer behind her glasses. Her nose slightly wrinkled at him “can i help you young man?”

he had to fight the urge to give off any form of aggression. He couldn’t exactly blame her. He looked like shit. He had left his CIA job because it reminded him too much of the commission but he also might have been sort of fired after the CIA director saw his flask and noticed he reeked of alcohol a lot.

He doesnt wanna get into it.

“Yes, I'd like to check if I have an account” he said with a sort of forced voice of kindness.

the lady looked him up and down before fixed her glasses looking at her computer “Name” she said rather annoyed

his eye twitched “Five hargreeves” his voice a little on edge

she typed away on her computer “I see you do have an account. Money has been given to you from your father reginald hargreeves”

Five was kind of surprised the old man even gave him some money to work with. Then again he was surprised at a lot of things Reginald did.

He left that bank and started heading to the shitty motel he was staying in. He has been staying in a motel after he went behind on rent and got evicted.

When he got the motel he asked around about a library where he could possibly go to use the computers to look at apartments and possibly a new job.

~Timeskip~

a month later five had found an empty shop for sale that used to be a flower shop on the corner but went out of business after the old woman who worked there died and her daughter who had absolutely no passion for flowers couldn't keep the business afloat. Five had decided to make that place and make it into a coffee shop making good coffee.

He did this because he wanted no part in crime, death, or saving the world hundredth time over. He just wanted his retirement like he deserved. He made his coffee shop with what money Reginald gave and was moved into an apartment and now was gonna live his life. His way.

Five walked down the apartment hallway carrying one of the boxes from the rental truck. He held his apartment key in his hand. He got to the door and put the box down and started unlocking the door. As he did that he heard a jingling sound. He paused and turned to the noise. What he saw was an apartment door slightly cracked open and a pair of eyes staring at him from the dark opening.

His went wide as he paused in slight fear. Jesus that is not fucking normal. He could tell that this person peeking through was a woman “Um…hello mi-”

The door slammed before he could head over, making him jump halfway out of his skin. He looked at the door oddly before he decided against it and brought the box inside. “Weird lady”

The days following up after that day he has been busy with unpacking but his mind would wander to the mysterious door. He has never seen the woman behind the door. It was strange to say the least.

He began to notice as days went by that she never leaves her home. She is just always there. People came to her house and left bags of groceries for her and that’s usually the only visitor she ever has.

Five laid down to sleep on the couch after a long day of unpacking his mind, rampant and curious about the woman a few doors down. His eyes closed and he drifted away to dreamland.

Your POV

You made your bed perfectly neat. Sheets smoothed out, blankets soft, clean and folded neatly. Pillows fluffed and lovely. Everything is perfect. After spending so much time in your apartment you knew how to do things perfectly like this. Though it would be useless in the long run

You looked at the window and saw the sun and sky and the clouds above. The grass was beautiful and green but…it all felt so closing in. Your breathing tripped as you saw the vast land. “Anything bad can happen” your mother's voice says deep inside your mind.

You swallowed as you looked out farther and saw one of the apartment parking lots. It had mazes of cars all from residents or people who worked around here, visitors or just people in general.

You let out a shuddering breath and closed the curtains blocking some of the sun and the rest of the world out until you heard a small crash outside and a male voice making you jump out of your skin and gasp.

you whipped around and slowly and cautiously headed to your front door. You pressed your ear against the door, listening. Outside the door you heard a man outside. This wasn't one of the regular voices you would hear outside. No, this voice was different.

“Ow son of a bitch! Who leaves a toy car out in a hallway?” the voice grumbled in annoyance and slight stinging pain

You knew who the car toy belonged to. It was one of Janice’s kids. Janice was a single mother who had 3 kids and lived a few doors down from you. Her kids liked to play out in the hall with their toys and they must’ve left one of their tiny toys outside for someone to step on or slip on. You knew it was usually an accident. Sometimes those kids forgot their toys. They were young, what did anyone expect?

You swallowed. You looked through the peephole but it was dirty from the outside and you couldn't see who was there. You realized the only way you were gonna get a look at this new stranger was if you cracked the door. Your stomach filled with dread. You had to hype yourself up a little. Until you heard keys outside and you knew the man was about to enter his apartment and you were gonna miss your chance. You made a split second decision and cracked the door, turning off your light so he couldn't possibly notice. You peeked at the man.

Good god he was…he was good looking for sure. He had an air of someone who has been through a lot. His chocolate brown hair was neatly combed and styled to stay out of his eyes but to look nice. His eyes…oh his eyes a striking green that could pierce your very soul. His facial features were strong but some of it was soft too. He looked a little weary.

He must’ve felt you staring cause he turned his head to you and his eyes locked. Your eyes widened and you froze, not exactly knowing what to do.

when you saw he tried to come closer you closed the door immediately not even fully comprehending what he was trying to say. Good god…that was close.

From that day on you always watched him out of curiosity. With shaking hands you cleaned the outside of the peephole to be able to get a look at him or outside you would open the curtain slightly to watch him.

Was it a little creepy? yes but it wasn't like you were taking photos of him like a freak.

Then that would really be a call for concern.

End of your POV

Five came home after a long day at the cafe. It was a bit busy today but quite a profitable day. Either way he needed a drink and not the coffee kind.

He got to his door and took his keys out, careful not to spill the chinese takeout, about to open it up when he saw a brown box on the ground. He put his keys in his mouth and picked it up looking at it. He doesn’t remember ordering anything and low and behold it had the name y/n l/n on it. Who the fuck was that?

He brought it inside and set it on his counter. He set the bag of takeout he bought today on the counter as well. As he began opening the styrofoam box of takeout and munching on the noodles he bought his eyes drifted to the brown cardboard box. He set down the styrofoam box and went over to the package and looked at it. Who was y/n l/n?

He hasn't got quite situated with everyone yet. He hasn't met everyone except for the single mother a door down from him and her kids…and their stabby toys.

He sighed and just set the box in a safe spot. He was gonna figure it out tomorrow. For now he had a drink and did his routine and headed to bed. That box will be a problem tomorrow.

Your POV

Oh god! PANIC! Fives had your package. What were you supposed to do? you cant go out there and retrieve it..well you could but you couldn't!

That box had some important papers from your job! You needed those to be done and sent to your job ASAP!

End of your pov.

The next day five had his coffee completely forgetting about the package. It was a Saturday so he could rest easy today. He turned on the television flipping to whatever shitty show was on. He eventually settled for a corny romance show. He sipped his coffee as he got some breakfast.

Though he didnt wanna fully admit it the show was pulling at his heart in a way he hated. He watched with a bit of an ache in his chest as the man held the woman he loved and they exchanged words or love.

He thought of Dolores a little bit. Though he knew she was inanimate and not really his wife and he has now settled down and worked through his mind he still can't help but harbor some wanting of companionship.

As he ate his breakfast he looked over and saw the brown package remembering how it laid against the wall near his door. He stood putting his finished plate in the sink and went to the package. He picked it up and sighed.

Another wild goose chases to figure out to whom the package belongs too. Here we go again.

He headed down the small flight of stairs and towards the Landlords office. He knocked.

The man inside called to him “Yeah?”

five stepped inside to the manager's office. He stepped towards the landlord's desk package in hand. The landlord's office had shelves filled with random books that made him look important, papers strewn on his desk, a filing cabinet behind said desk and pictures of family on the walls. Seems as though he has a small amount of inadequacy issues and was more than likely lonely.

The landlord himself was an older man with a big greying beard and wrinkles on his face. Five looked at that man and sort of saw himself but in a different universe were the wrinkles on his own older face wasn't because 45 years in an apocalypse and a few years in a commission from hell but from years of life's wears and tears.

“Excuse me this package showed up at my door and it's not mine and I need to know who it is” five said, sliding the package to the man.

The older man looked at five and then squinted his eyes at the package before putting his reading glasses on. “Let me see here…oh.”

Five eyebrows furrowed “Oh what?” he looked between the old man and the package.

the old man looked at five, his readers still perched on his nose. “This package belongs to y/n l/n”

Five's eyes twitched but he tried his best to not get snappy at the obvious statement just uttered “Yes i know that but what room is it? Can they come retrieve it?”

the old man landlord shook his head and took off his glasses rubbing his eyes before his gaze returned to five “Sadly no. She can not get this package”

five made another face of confusion “Why not? Its not gonna kill them to come down here”

the landlord set the package down “Son it basically would”

five leaned on the counter “What's that supposed to mean?”

the landlord sighed “She is a shut in son. She won't leave her room for anything. I'm sure you have heard of her from the neighbors.”

again five had not met all the neighbors. He was far too busy with the cafe that runs well serving coffee and selling pastries. Luckily he had someone else that was working on the pastries cause he had burned one to many the first time he ever tried.

the last time he tried making a pastry he ended up burning the whole batch and almost his cafe. The people were ushered out so the place could air out and be cleaned.

Five looked at the landlord “No i didnt know that she was a shut in” he had a feeling he knew what room. He looked at the old man and with a voice of curious uncertainty he asked “This shut in you say, y/n l/n? she doesnt perhaps live on the second floor right?”

The old man landlord set the package down, sliding it back towards five. “Yes she does actually”

five nodded he was pretty sure he knew who this was “And this…room…does it so happen to be the one at the end of the hall? near my room specifically”

the landlord slid his chair to his filing cabinet and looked through to find y/n l/ns and looked back to five “Yes it is actually”

five nodded and took the package “Thank you for your help” he made his way to the door

the landlord's brows furrowed “Hey wha-“ he was not able to finish his sentence as five closed the door quickly.

Five made his way down the hall to the stairs barreling up them to the second floor. He passed by all the doors and made it to your door. which little did he know you were practically having a heart attack behind it.

He knocked on the door a little too eagerly. He really wanted to know who was watching him behind this door.

End of fives POV

You shrieked and backed away from the door falling onto your ass. You were panicking not knowing what to do. You tried to gather yourself but you froze when you heard your handle being turned.

you gasped and scrambled and grabbed it trying to keep it from opening, having forgotten to lock it or it might have been jostled. But alas it was useless he was stronger than you and your door was opened.

you backed away from the door, frozen in place. Five looked at you with squinted eyes. He couldn't see you very well with the darkness of your apartment. He was about to speak when you bolted off down your hallway towards your bedroom.

He was frozen for a second before coming after you “hey!” he yelled after you as you barreled into your room. In hindsight this was probably the worst way to approach you but…you wouldn't have if you had any say.

you were backed into a corner as he tried to get closer trying to calm you down as you screamed for him to leave.

you threw objects at him that you could grasp “Get out! get out! why are you here!?”

for the most part he dodged the objects. “Hey hey! calm down! I just have your package mixed up! i-“ he made a strangled noise as a book hit him in the face and a pain shot through his nose. He felt a warm liquid and a coppery smell. His nose was bleeding a little.

You were about to hit him. “Okay, ma’am!” he grabbed both your wrists tight enough to label you incapacitated and yanked you forward a little into a ray of light that shined through a messed up blind in your window. It shined on your face and he saw you better.

you gasped as he pulled you forward making you closer to a human than you have been in years and especially to someone you have been watching for a long time. a slight redness in your cheeks catching.

His eyes widened a little at the sight of you before they softened slightly but were still up in guard "I'm not going to hurt you” he softly and slowly said “okay?”

you wordlessly looked up at him with a stunned look nodded

he nodded with you as if confirming what you said to himself “I am going to let go and if i do do you promise to chill out?”

you thought for a minute before nodding. Five nodded and slowly released your wrists. You backed up into the corner quickly to keep some distance

“hey, hey! remember im not gonna hurt you…calm down” he said softly and slowly again

you swallowed looking at this man “What are you doing in my house?”

he gently reached over and picked up your package that had been left at his door “This got mixed up”

your eyes widened “my package!”

he held them out to you and you cautiously reached out and grabbed it from him

everything was silent for a moment before you broke it “thank you” you avoided eye contact like the plague.

he smiled softly “Your welcome.”

a silence hung through the apartment before he was about to leave. Your hearts ped up at the prospect of him leaving and not in a good way. You spoke up before you could even think. “Wait!”

he turned back to you his eyes brow raised “What?”

…

“Would you like to have some tea?” you blurted out. Now you feel stupid.

~Timeskip~

That's how five ended up here sat in front of you with a teapot and teacups sat in front of you with a plate of cookies (or biscuits depending on where you come from).

He looked at you as you were huddled in your chair as if you were afraid but you seemed relaxed. Like it was a safety cocoon. He watched you pour the tea.

A silence hung as you poured your own tea and then sat the teapot down. Five looked at his tea. It was nice looking and more than likely not poisoned. he looked back up but jumped a little when he saw holding a little bowl with mini tongs with sugar cubes inside it

he relaxed and chuckled to himself “No im quite alright”

you furrowed your brows “The tea is strong i advise you take some”

he shook his head “No really”

you shrugged and set it down nearest to him. you used the tongs and put two cubes in yours knowing how strong the liquid was. It was dark in color and had an earthy smell to it. You often used the tea bags to rid of any of your under eye bags just like your grandma would.

Often you didn't care for it but for nostalgia purposes it put a smile on your face.

Five looked at you as you sipped your tea and then back at his cup before sipping his. He made a sputter. That was very earthy.

You chuckled as you sipped your tea as he reached for sugar.

…

“mine tasted great” you decided to mention

“I know yours tastes great!” he halfheartedly and jokingly yelled

you laughed until you snorted a little “I told you it wasn't gonna taste good if you didn't put some sugar in!”

he plopped in a couple cubes “Yeah but i didnt think it would kill me!”

“It isn't killing you!”

“Yes it is!”

“It isn't like coffee! That's why it's called tea and coffee is called coffee! These are simple things!”

You laughed at this little conversation and that's when he noticed your laugh. It was nice. It was a little more free unlike most people who dull their laugh because they are afraid of snorting or think it's ugly. But you just didn't care. Free from the rule of embarrassment.

He sipped his tea “Much better”

it made you smile. It's been a very long time since you had company. For obvious reasons you knew why you didn't have company over. You didn’t exactly go out so what did you expect?

You and him had some amount of silence but slowly conversation began to pick up. It started with your home that was surprisingly cleaner than he thought it would be. You stayed in your home all the time so he thought it would be a hoarding house but there is only the natural clutter of a home that's being lived in. from there conversations picked up more and more and slowly you became more relaxed.

As you spoke to him about a funny story you had about a movie you enjoyed he had a burning question. When he was in your bedroom and he was trying to calm you down as you panicked. He had to know why there was so much fear in your eyes.

Yes he understood he broke into your home but the fear in your eyes looked different. He has been around long enough and he has seen many things and he has been around damaged people like himself before to know when something is deeper than it is.

“Can I ask you a question?” he asked softly, cutting you off a little which made you furrow your brows.

“Oh sure” you said with a smile

“Why were you so scared?” he asked softly

you paused for a moment. Your teacup stops halfway between your lips. The memory flashing of five trying to calm you down as he came towards you but it kept wavering between reality and past. He kept morphing into your mother with a red angry face. You tried to grasp reality at that moment. Before he pulled you to him, making you look at him, really look at him. Your mothers face dissipated and you saw five’s kind eyes who were trying to make you quit panicking.

Five noticed your eyes dulling a little he internally panicked for a minute. “You don’t have to tell me” he said softly

you shook your head discarding the memory “No no its alright. I don't wish to talk about it. It just…brought bad memories is all”

he nodded before picking up his cup and sipping the tea. A silence hung over them before he looked over at the plate of cookies (or biscuits) “Did you make those?” he asked

you looked over “hm? oh those? Yes, I did. Freshly made.”

he made a face of curiosity “may i?”

you nodded “Of course. What did I set them out for? My health?”

he chuckled and picked one up. They were pink in color and soft. They smelled faintly of strawberry and had a nice thin layer of white frosting on the top.

he bit into it and he swore he bit into heaven. He made a sort of moan of delight “Oh man…that's good. What is it?”

you smiled, your face lighting up. A compliment for baking from someone else? that made your heart feel warm in a way it hasn't before “Strawberry cheesecake cookie! It's a personal favorite of mine. I know how to bake plenty more cookies” you smiled sweetly

he swore his cheeks reddened at sight of your blushing face. You were all embarrassed with the fact the handsome man across from you had paid a compliment. He swallowed the next bite he had taken and he cleared his throat looking away for a minute.

You looked away too. You pulled yourself together “M-more tea?” you mentally cursed at your stutter

“Yes yes please” he had to quickly said

At the end of day he had to go home to his apartment. He went to the door “Thank you for having me. Sorry about uh…earlier.”

you made a little joking pfft sound and waved it off “Water under the bridge now”

he chuckled and scratched the back of his neck. He opened the door to leave. As he left and said goodbye he noticed you stepped back from the door as it opened. Your face holds a slight discomfort when looking outside.

he shrugged it off thinking maybe he was a little loony and went to his apartment door. He took his keys out and unlocked his door and pushed it open but not without taking a glance at your door. He smiled softly at your closed door and walked into his home gently closing the door.

You were smiling ear to ear and your heart raced as you thought of the time you had. You were cleaning up the mess you and he made at the table. You felt like you were on cloud 9.

Timeskip

You had been so happy to have someone in your home after having had little to no contact with human beings but you were pretty sure you were never going to have that again. Until you heard a knock on the door

you went to open it a crack and there five stood. He had slight red on his cheeks and was holding a pastry box from his coffee place. Inside had double chocolate muffins inside, one of his best sellers from the baker.

you went wide eyed and opened it letting him in.

he smiled “I thought you’d like one”

your heart soared

From then on he would come and visit all the time when he got the chance to. You and him even exchanged numbers to talk. As you and he talked you and his friendship grew and as the friendship grew, it started to become more.

You were getting giddy everytime he came by or even texted. He started looking at his phone every few minutes wondering if you texted back or asked him to come over.

You and him talked about movies and music and media and all that but despite all that he wondered what your past was. What was it when you fell asleep during movies and woke up gasping, what made you keep your blinds closed so tightly, what caused your Agoraphobia.

this will come to light.

He came to your house one day cause you and him were going to try baking today. Well he was being taught more like it.

You and him were in the kitchen laughing, throwing flour at each other. You and him eventually had to clean up. He let you go shower first.

He walked around your apartment looking at all the things. He went to a small hallway table that was oddly bare. He never did notice that at first. He looked to the door where the bathroom was hearing the water going

he swallowed softly just thinking of you. Your body under the water the soap cascading. God why now. He looked back at the table trying to get rid of the thoughts and opened the drawer just out of curiosity. Inside was the usual. batteries, random opened mail, old car keys.

He chuckled seeing the old car keys considering that you just never went outside. He moved it around until he came upon colg glass of a picture frame. His brows furrrowed and he took it out and looked at it. It was of an older woman with a scowl and a young you who looked sad. His brows furrowed nd before he could think any fuether he heard you call to him

“Five!” you called to him from the bathroom. The water had been turned off and only faint dripping was heard.

he yelled to you “Yeah!?” he quickly put the photo back. “Whats up?”

“Can you get me a towel? I forgot to grab mine. They are in my closet!”

he smiled “Alright ill grab it!”

he made his way into your bedroom. He went to your closet and opened it his eyes widened at the mess. Dear god it was horrible in here! He searched for the towel until he came upon a duffel bag. His eyes kept training onto it despite knowing he should get the towel and go.

He found the towel but curiousity got the best of him. He set the towel down and opened the duffel. Inside he saw old items. The smell of dust and nostalgia hit his nose. Inside he saw an old plushie, a blanket and a journal as well. The journal was old but kept in good condition. It had a few stickers on it

He opened it up and realized it was a journal from when you were little. As he read page after page his face slowly began to drop. His heart sinking to his stomach as he kneeled there reading your childhood journal.

Your POV

You were wondering what was taking him so long to get you that towel. You eventually just stepped out of the tub. You searched for a towel and low and behold lucky you it was under your sink. You smiled.

You walked out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel “Hey five its okay you dont gotta get me the to-“

your eyes widened seeing the open journal in his hand. His eyes are going to you immediately. His eyes are soft, almost in pain from what he read has happened to you.

Years of suffering written by little you and documented onto paper. Years of physical harm and brainwashing documented onto paper.

you swallowed you felt dread boil within. You didnt expect him to look through your journal like that. “Five what the fuck!”

fives eyes went from soft to panic. He closed the journal “y/n im sorry i-“

“you don't just go snooping around in my stuff! I don't care how long we have been friends, you don't do that!”

five stuttered for a minute trying to find the right words to say and fix this

“Get out five!” you felt betrayed and hurt and so embarrassed and ashamed.

fives eyes widened “y-you dont mean that.”

“I do…get out”

five swallowed and set your journal down and silently walked out. The door closed behind him and you broke down. your eyes closed and tears fell. Sobs wracked your body.

For the next few days you felt alone again. You felt to much shame to actually talk to him about this and so much anger at the fact he looked through your stuff.

you felt ahame for what has happened to you in the past. You knew you didnt have to but something about it made you just…feel so much. You didnt like how much you had to feel in this moment.

Multiple days went by and you constantly checked the texts determining wether if you should or shouldnt. At one point you looked at his messages and you began to just bawl.

The apartment was to quiet now and not filled with laughter. Your heart was hurting being away from him. You have grown so close to him. He was your only friend.

In five’s apartment he wasn't doing any better either. He wanted to go to you and all he needed was a simple green light to get to you. One word and he would be there. He…needed you. He didnt have much in this world other than his family. He wanted someone close to him. You were that woman.

Five came out of his apartment deciding that he wanted to go for a walk to clear his mind until he heard your sobs. His mind went on alert and he went to your door knocking frantically “Y/n?!”

nothing.

he knocked frantically again “Y/n?!” he yelled louder his heart hurting and pounding rapidly. When he got nothing back but your sobs he reeled back and kicked the door in.

the door slammed against the wall and you screamed as he did it. You cried hard. You couldnt handle the lonlieness between these walls anymore. The fear and the memories of the past that helped confine you to this space. “Leave me alone!!! Leave me alone!!!”

five swallowed seeing you in this state. Your journal open halfway through. You had been looking back and were now breaking down. Your living conditions were just a factor to the breakdown.

Five rushed over and tried to pull your hands away from your eyes “Y/n! Stop please!”

you shook your head, tears streaming down your face as gut wrenching sobs came from you. “Why would you wanna look at me!! Im just some shut in freak who cant handle even looking out the window!!” you tried to rip your hands and wrists from his grip

five struggled to try to get you to look at him “Y/n! Please look at me!! Look at me damn it! You're not a freak! I get it the worlds scary bu-“

he couldn't get through to you like this. You were breaking down right in front of him and it was painful to watch as you sobbed your pain into the world. His heart clenched. as you tried to rip your hands and wrists away again five quickly moved your wrists away and pulled you close forcing you to look at him.

your sobs gently caught tears still streaming down your face. Yiur struggle having stopped

His eyes were soft “y/n…i dont think of you as a freak. You have been hurt, badly hurt. None of this is your fault. It's okay y/n. Im right here”

you looked at him his words sinking in. Your head going into his neck as you cried. His hands gently guiding your arms around him and his arms going around you and his hand into your hair gently massaging “I know, baby. I know.”

~Timeskip~

you had fallen asleep in his arms and he gently brought you to your bedroom and laid you down. He saw the duffel bag open and your journal. He picked up the duffel and the journal, storing it away in the closet. Storing away what caused your memories of pain.

he was gonna walk out the bedroom to get water but he heard your voice tiredly say “Dont leave me, five. Stay in my home with me”

he smiled “Im not leaving you. Im right here” he took your hand and gently rubbed it with his thumb until you were back to sleep.

He went to get water and that's when he noticed something he doesn't ever remember. He saw that you had a balcony that you blocked off with a large blanket like it was a window.

he got an idea.

When you awoke you found five sitting by your bed. “Five?” you groggily said while sitting up.

he smiled and took your hand “Good morning” his thumb brushed over your knuckles.

“You actually stayed” you said a little shocked

he chuckled “Of course i stayed”

After you got a little bit cleaned up he led you down the hall of your apartment room "Five why are you leading me? What did you do?” nervousness settled in the pit of your stomach

he chuckled at all your questions and nervousness “Just trust me” he led you into the living room where the blanket was pulled down and the light shined inside and showed the outside world. The beauty of the sun and the green grass. The door to the balcony was open.

You gasped and ripped away and hid behind a wall. You hyperventilated. Outside is where the bad was. You could hear your mothers voice telling you all about the bad that happens outside and why staying inside is a good thing.

Five followed and looked at you with concern. His eyes softened and he came to you and put his hand on your cheek “I know…it's scary…but you have to stop letting her rule your everyday life. She ruled it when you were younger. Do you qant her to just continue? I just want to help you”

you looked at him. You could see all the care and concern. The desire to help and..something more. You swallowed gently peeking over the wall at the balcony where the outside world lay in waiting.

Fives hand slid to your own and gently grasped it and he slowly and carefully began to lead you till you were at the threshold. The warmth of the sun only slightly beats onto your skin, not enough until you cross the threshold. Nervousness pounded in your stomach and body. You looked at five and he looked at you. He gently tugged you

“Come on. Its okay.” he gently said

you swallowed and closed your eyes crossing the threshold into unmarked territory. you felt the warmth of the sun beat onto you and a slight breeze and the smell of fresh plants and the song of birds so clearly.

five laughed softly until it became loud “You did it! Open your eyes y/n!! You did it!”

your eyes slowly opened and you looked out at the world beyond the four walls you confined yourself. You saw beauty in nature and in the world around. Your mother has been proven wrong. Something bad wasn't just gonna happen if you stepped outside.

Five laughed and hugged you tightly as you stared with wide eyes “i did…” you quietly said

From that day forward little by little you were exposed to the outside world. Everyday you and five were stronger and closer. Your heart flew when he was near and his heart thumped like a band when he was with you.

The outside world was so beautiful and wonderful. The grass, the plants, the sun. It was something you wish you looked at earlier instead of letting fear take over your find and destroy your happiness.

On a bright sunny day he was going to finally get you to step outside into pure grass and flowers and look at the bushes for bugs and birds and show you wonderous nature things but the second you tried to step out the door one of the people from inside shoved her out the way far to hard knocking her down

you looked shocked “Hey!?”

The guy who was walking to his car stopped and turned, giving you an ugly sneer on his old angry face. “Watch what you're doing next time, Bitch.”

Your face dropped into shock. You haven't exactly had to deal with these types of people.

Five's body flew into a protective rage. He saw your face and his heart hurt and how disheartened you were. He flew into a rage and approached the guy “The fuck is your problem!? maybe an excuse would've been nice at the very least! You sont have to fucking shove someone because you feel entitled!!”

The man and five began to argue and fight. Your breathing picked up as the world around you morphed. It morphed and so did five and the rude man. You saw your dad and mom. They were fighting. You remember huddling in the corner as they screamed and threw things at each other and hurt each other.

Your hands began to shake. When five turned to you it wasn't five it was your mothers. You gasped your heart in fear and your face paling. You picked yourself up and ran back to safety. You barreled up the stairs.

Five pushed the guy away and ran after you calling your name. Your heart thumped in your ears and fear made you sick to your stomach.

He almost got you but you got into your apartment and slammed the door and locked it. You were shaking so bad. Your eyes wide and bugged out. you slid to sit on the floor head between your hands trying to block the noise as five knocked on the door.

He knocked over and over again “Y/n come out please! Please, it's gonna be alright! I'm sorry I didn't mean to fight. It's okay whatever you see is not real!”

but his words were futile. The knocking was too loud and almost sounded like banging. His voice wasn't his own; it was distorted and overlapped with your mothers words that juxtaposed his.

you tried to block it out, tears streaming down your face until something bubbled up inside and you just…screamed. loud, scared, terror, bloodcurdling, relief feeling.

Five's body froze as he heard you scream. He thought maybe you might hurt yourself or might have already done it.

You sat frozen looking at the wall. As five broke in, kicking the door in so he can be with you.

Once the door broke he was quickly on the floor in front of you taking your head in his hands babbling apologies over and over. He held you close his hand in your hair “Im sorry…im so sorry i shouldnt have gotten into that fight…i should’ve known”

you shook your head as you hugged back “No…its okay. I think it just all became too overwhelming. You're okay… im…”

you realized something you haven't said to yourself in a while. “Im…im okay”

five smiled softly “Good” he whispered and held you closely his heart syncing with yours

A few days go by and you haven't left the apartment. To be honest you just felt embarrassed by what happened and a little bit ashamed. You knew you shouldn't have to but you did.

five texted you the whole time trying to get you to come out but…you just couldn't after that.

Until one day you heard him calling your name and it wasn't from the front door. It was from the balcony. Your eye brows creased. He does know there's a thing called a front door right?”

you went to the balcony and opened it up and stepped out onto it albeit a little cautiously like something was gonna jump out. you looked around until you saw down below five was there with a bouquet of flowers and a ring?

“Five what are you doing?” you smiled softly, your cheeks going into a blush.

He looked up at you and smiled, his eyes lit with joy seeing you and something in his eyes you can now pin as love. “Y/n, i love you. I have for a very long time. I want you to be my girlfriend. Be my baby!”

your heart quickened surely this was a dream right. He wouldn't want to be with you right? Something damaged and scarred “Are you…are you sure?”

he smiled softly “More than sure”

your breathing picked up but this time it wasn't because you were scared. No, it's because something good was gonna happen and it was happening outside. Your brain clicked and you rushed out the door. You barreled down the hall and barreled down the stairs passing by the landlord who looked confused and shocked.

You pushed open the door that led to the back of the building where the balconies would be. There five stood he opened his arms and you ran right into it “I love you too five”

he smiled and enclosed his arms and looked sown at you. “You mean that?”

you smiled “I mean it” your eyes fell to his lips and back to his eyes. You knew this was bold and something you haven't done before but you kissed him. You kissed him tenderly, your lips moving with his. He was shocked before he melted into the feeling that just felt so right.

his hand came to the back of your head and he smiled into the kiss. He wanted to rewrite your scars, he wanted to be your one and only, he wanted to hold you tight, he wanted to be there when you needed him most. You wanted to do that exact same for him. You wanted to get better for iim, love him like he loved you, be his one and only, you wanted to be in his arms and hold him in your own.

You and him broke the kiss and his forehead laid onto yours as the sun beat down on both of you “I love you y/n. Dont ever think i dont”

you smiled “I love you to, five. I always will. Thank you for staying with me through it all”

he smiled love and care laced in his look “Dont thank me. Don't thank me for something that should be done in the first place. Staying with you through it all is the bare minimum. I will show you more than the bare minimum in this lifetime. I will bring you happiness.

you smiled “and i will do the same for you” you kissed him again which he this time happily reciprocated

Eventually you worked at the bakery with him replacing the other baker who was not fired but in fact got a job at a high end bakery. Love was put in the baked goods and time and energy too just like you and his relationship. You wore that promise ring on your finger everyday without fail and five had one matching yours on his.

You and him, even through the ups and downs, the good, the bad, the good times and bad times, stayed together wrapped in each other's love, comfort and harmony. You and him proved everyone who has had a lover leave them over the small thing absolutely stupid and proved love can and shall perceiver

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Hey guys! Sorry this took a long time. I have bedn working on this story for a long time. Also I procrastinated a little! My bad yall! But dont worry cause now i can work on some other stories sent to me by request and i can finally do the ones from the pole! Thank you guys for sticking by! I love you to be safe out there! 😘 💋

[mewwccury]

i see you

word count. 4k (believe it or not)

୨୧ — ꒰ cw. more fluff, angst-ish, strangers > friends > lovers trope, kms/kys jokes, suggestive themes, cursing, war-related violence, emotional vulnerability, canon timeline (except he doesnt die), porco x fem!reader

୨୧ — ꒰ a/n. i love porco and i LOVE the strangers to friends to lovers plot i will be making these until i lay on my death bed. this has 2 versions btw!! one where it has a happy ending (this one) and one that does not!! diff story tho but uh yeah!!!

୨୧ — ꒰ featuring. porco galliard

୨୧ — ꒰ prompt. the story of how you met the wrecked jaw titan, and how you fixed each other without knowing that you needed to be fixed.

you found him in the wreckage.

blood on stone, heat still curling in the smoke, and porco galliard collapsed in the middle of it—body half-broken, breathing shallow, one arm curled protectively over his ribs like instinct hadn’t quite left him yet.

he didn’t look at you. didn’t move, either. not when you knelt beside him, not when you whispered medical he wouldn't ever understand. not even when you pressed your fingers gently against the side of his neck to check for a pulse.

alive. barely.

you weren’t a soldier. not really. you’d been swept up in the chaos because there was nowhere else to go, nowhere left to return to. but for some reason, you pulled him into your arms anyway—mud and ash clinging to your uniform, the weight of a warrior in your grip—and you started walking.

you didn’t know who he was, not truly. only that you couldn’t leave him behind.

he woke up three days later in your makeshift shelter, covered in rough bandages and stitched up like a secondhand doll. he tried to sit up, swore at the pain, and glared at you like you'd stabbed him yourself.

“what the hell did you do to me?”

“saved your life,” you replied, too tired to sugarcoat it.

“i didn’t ask you to.”

“not like i'd follow your request,” you said, “i'd rather die than let my patient die.”

he scoffed, head falling back against the floor, and muttered something under his breath that sounded a lot like stupid.

he didn’t like you. that much was obvious. but he didn’t leave, either.

his wounds took weeks to heal—cracked ribs, a dislocated shoulder, gashes down his back from something sharp and merciless. you patched him up anyway, even when he cursed and snarled and told you to leave him alone.

“you’ve got a death wish,” he said once, watching you clean the jagged scrape across his hip. “keeping me around.”

“oh please, what's there to even be scared about,” you roll your eyes, brushing your fingers gently along the bruising. “you think i'm scared of you? i've treated literal war lords. you're nothin'. not like i'd let you die anyway, so you don't have any room for complaints.”

he furrowed his eyebrows and looked away. no answer, just grumbles of "stupid woman" and "whatever".

weirdly enough, that rough attitude of yours had him hooked. piqued his interest. not that he'd admit, or acknowledge.

his name came later.

porco.

you already knew, but it felt different hearing it from his mouth—rough like gravel, bitter like he'd been choking on it for years.

“you don't need to keep me company,” he told you one night, eyes fixed on the ceiling like it had wronged him. “i don't need your presence if you think i'm lonely.”

“i’d rather kill myself than keep you company,” you said. “i’m just treating you like a patient and talking.”

“that's the same as keeping me company. talk about something else.”

“jeez, lots of energy for someone with a hundred and three of their bones crushed or fractured. might as well discharge you.” you grumble.

but you listened to his request. little things. the sky that day, the sound of birds returning, the way the wind smelled faintly like rain. you talked about memories, too—childhood stuff, if only to fill the silence. porco never responded much, but he listened. always.

“y'know, i had this friend from before. we were playing tag one time and he kept running straight, didn't look at whatever was in his front, claiming he memorized the place. he hit a wall after. fuckin' dumbass.” you laugh hysterically. porco just looks at you, bewildered. how is a nurse so.. cruel?

but when the nightmares came, the memories from war haunting him—shaking, sweating, jaw clenched hard enough to crack—he never asked you to stay. but you stayed anyway.

and he appreciated that.

“you know, you're weird,” he said once, voice low, animosity leaking.

“do you have to rub it in?” you playfully question, cleaning some medical equipment used to clean his wounds

he glares, then continues. “you treat me differently,” he paused. “i’m supposed to be respected in liberio, people look up to me. you treat me like i'm at your level.”

“well, you are. so what if you have a titan, it's not like you're some diety now,” you shrug, glancing at him, “though, i am proud of you for gaining that titan, so you have my respect.”

he glanced at you, expression unreadable. “i don't even understand the gist of what you're talking about.”

time passed. months, slow and aching, but survivable.

he started to heal—physically first, emotionally in pieces. you learned he was sarcastic when irritated—which was almost a given—blunt to a fault, and quicker to defend others than himself. you teased him once, called him soft underneath all the bark, and he rolled his eyes so hard you thought they wouldn't roll back.

but he didn’t deny it.

he’d been through more than he said, but you saw it in the way his jaw tensed when he heard gunfire in the distance. the way he instinctively stepped in front of you during patrols. the way he held his breath when you brushed your fingers too close to his scars.

he didn’t speak of his brother much, but when he did, his voice cracked around the edges.

you never pushed. you never did.

the shift happened slowly.

one day, he let you fix his hair after a rough night. the next, he let you rest your head against his shoulder when sleep wouldn’t come. he even smiled, once—tiny, fleeting, real.

“you’re not as annoying as i thought,” he muttered, cheeks pink.

“you’re not as unbearable either,” you shot back, grinning.

he laughed. actually laughed.

the sound was rough, but it stayed with you for days.

you were sarcastic, blunt, it'd come off rude to others, but not for him. he loved your personality. he loved how humble and down to earth you were. he chuckled at your sarcastic remarks, listened to your blant complaints about work, and conversed with you in topics he's acquainted to.

he found your presence comforting. and before he even realized it, he constantly yearns for it.

and then came the night the world nearly ended—again.

you were ambushed on a supply run. porco fought like a storm, furious and unrelenting, but there were too many. your leg got clipped by shrapnel, and you hit the ground hard.

you saw him hesitate—just for a second—but it was enough.

he turned his back on the enemy and ran to you instead.

“stupid,” he spat, hauling you up. “why do you always get yourself hurt?”

“so you’ll come save me?”

“don’t joke right now.”

“i’m not.”

porco carried you the whole way back, barely breathing, hand tight around yours like he needed to feel your pulse to believe you were still alive.

after that, something cracked open between you.

he kissed you for the first time in the quiet—his hand in your hair, lips gentle despite the roughness of his breath.

“you scare me,” he said against your mouth. “you make me want things i don’t deserve.”

“maybe you do,” you whispered.

he didn’t respond. just kissed you again, like the world might fall apart but he’d still choose you every damn time.

the nights turned warmer.

you curled into each other in silence. talked about the future in half-sentences and broken dreams. he told you about marley. about reiner. about guilt and regret and the weight of someone else’s legacy.

you listened. touched the back of his hand. kissed the corner of his mouth until the self-loathing softened.

porco was all sharp edges and bitter heat, but with you, he softened. not always. not easily. but when it happened, it was real.

you didn’t need perfect. you just needed him.

“you ever think about after?” you asked.

“after what?”

“this. the war. the ruins.”

porco turned to you, expression serious. “not really. doesn’t feel like there’ll be an after.”

“what if there is?”

he paused, fingers brushing yours.

“if there is,” he murmured, “i hope you’re in it.”

you looked at him then, heart aching. “i’m not going anywhere.”

he didn’t answer. just held you tighter.

and maybe it wasn’t peace. not yet.

but when porco rested his forehead against yours that night—eyes closed, breathing steady—you thought maybe, just maybe, there was a future somewhere in the rubble.

and maybe you were meant to find each other in the wreckage. not perfect. not whole.

but together.

[queenbeebumblebee]

"Trying to meassure"

Lee!Vox Ler!Velvette

Summary: Velvette is trying to meassure Vox for new outfits in plan(plus to Fix the old one) and it turns into a little Tickle Game.

Vox was just minding his own business looking through his new phone, he had to get a new one because You know, the last time Val broke his phone, wich it wasnt no fun.

Of course, his suit was a MESS! Because of today he had been dealing with Alastor, wich of course.. lost. You could tell he was extremely mad about this. Of course, this din't last for long.

As Vox was just checking on social media, minding his own business, he could hear some familiar footsteps coming closer and closer to him, it was non other than Velvette, who exactly, looked annoyed.

"Vox. Vox i need You to come with me now."

Velvette said sternly, earning Vox's look of confusion.

"hm? What could be the problem My dear?"

Vox asked, looking confused on the annoyed look the other Overlord gave, he din't Even notice his ruined suit.

"have You LOST your mind?! Look at You, You look horrible! Come over here now!!"

Velvette yelled, her expression on her face turning from annoyed to mad, she quickly dragged Vox by the wrist, guiding him to the wardrove.

"oh come on Vel, My suit doesnt look THAT Bad!"

Vox said, looking at his own suit, He thinks that this was just normal, but for Velvette, it was a DISASTER.

Let's skip to the important part.

Vox was forced to be Standing still as Velvette meassured him, because she needed to Make him a new outfit for him, plus a few Styles just to Make him look awesome, though, his breath has been caught trapped in his throat as the Overlord "accidently" brushed her fingers across his ribs.

"u-uhm.. Vel, what exactly are You-"

Before he could Even Say anything else, a soft snort came out of him as Velvette veeery slowly counted his ribs, while her other hand "accidently" tickled his hip, earning a few giggles from the Tv Overlord, his screen now heating up and his fans working to cool him off.

"V-Vehehel! Cuhuhut it ohohohout!!"

"hold still Vox, i'm trying to meassure You."

Vox tried his hardest to not move away, of course, he can't help but twitch slightly as it really tickled him, he did not want to be a giggly mess right now, as if it was gonna be worse, still, she did not stop.

"come on, it ain't that bad."

"b-but it tihihickles! Ohoho fuck, gehet it ohohover wihihith!!"

Vox said as he wheezed out a cackle, sure, he liked being tickled, Even though he wouldnt ever and i mean NEVER admit it, but it was hard to hold still when Velvette just meassured him as an excuse to Tickle him, yet he dint mind at all, but-

"AHAHA SHIHIHIHT, V-VEHEHEL NOT THEHEHEHERE!!"

Vox yelled as he shrieked when Velvette MESSED With his antenna, while her other hand was still "meassuring" him by brushing her fingers from his hips, to his Upper ribs, close to his Armpits.

"oh come on Vox, let me meassure You, i'm almost done."

"IHIHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!"

Vox yelled as he squeald and cackled, Velvette of course watched with a grin, she finds in funny how ticklish this Demon is, her and Valentino always takes advantage, but they don't do it better than Alastor of course.

A few minutes passed, Vox's laughter and snorts filled the air, until finally, Velvette decides to have some mercy on the poor Overlord.

"i'm done, You have to wait here 'till i get some outfits in your size, okay?"

"g-geheheheez.. okay... Ohoho god.. that was so Bad.."

Vox said quietly as he wheezed and tried to catch his breath, as Velvette left, Vox took this opportunity to just relax and wait, though he kinda wanted the Tickles to go on for longer, but he would rather double die then to admit it. He then took a seat as he waited for the other Overlord to come back with the outfits, he could hear her yelling at her employees.. let's just Say he had a Revenge plan, but for now, he waited to get a new suit.

THE END.

OMG finally i'm done with this, i'm sorry it took long, i was busy on some shit. But anyways, i hope You enjoyed it!

[stygiansauce]

just read the ask about bugs, i imagine Jimmy being a disney princess (nickname of scar), bees or wasps just chilling on his shirt, and he doesnt mind it really, he doesnt, but he is nervous to accidentally hurt one (i dont think he cares if one stings him)

like maybe a rare bug thats scary and ugly is just walking on the sidewalk, and he goes “AAAAWWWHH” picks it up and places it on the grass

Jimmy showing Tango a centipede or a bug Tango hates would be so funny

I think it's time I tell you guys a story about me and bees.

So my dad and I grow pumpkins in a little patch on the side of his house. We put merigolds along the edge to deter the rabbits, and one year we were doing crop rotation and JUST did merigolds in the patch. I think i was 16-17? when we did this? but the bees LOVED IT. We got big fat bumble bees and honey bees and carpenter bees and mason bees. it was amazing.

the point of the story is that, the bees (bumble) are smart. I'd go out to water the patch in the morning, and the bee's would obviously get wet. normally, when wet they struggle to pick up pollen. to fix this, they wipe off extra water from their hands, onto leaves. obviously the leaf is wet too, this is not efficient. the bee's learned that FABRIC is better for drying their hands. and that's the story of how I spent a summer with like 4 or 5 bee's using my sweater as a napkin every morning. They'd land on me, wipe their hands, wait for me to finish watering, they go on their way.

it's the only batch of bee's to ever do it and I thought it was insane. very very very cute and I wish it was a yearly occurance.

anyways, when Jimmy is at the greenhouse (Scar's that he owns and runs) over the summer helping. YES he and the bee's are homies. he's also the butterfly/moth whisper-er. he can catch them when they get stuck in the greenhouse, and they just calmly go with him.

Jimmy is big on picking up all sorts of bugs because "cute and small would never hurt me" and when he and Tango go to Texas he picks up various bugs and Tango is like "put that down before you die???" because sweet midwestern Jimmy is not used to deadly bugs just chilling out in the open.

"tango look!" "...put that down right now." "why? hes so cute!" "Jimmy put that down before you actually die." "oh..."

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Hello dear! Firstly, I just wanted to say that I absolutely adored "check-ins"! I really feel like you captured Bob's quiet but sweet, tender, and thoughtful side so perfectly. I loved reading about him reaching out to find reader, and being so sweet and considerate as to bring her water and fruits... just so <33333 (I highkey need a Bob lol.) And not to mention everything after with him tending to reader's wounds and them having a movie night, it was just so sweet, warm, and lovely.

I have a quick question about the aftermath, I guess. Do you think Walker would ever go to reader and apologize/try to hash things out more calmly? Sorry, I got hyperfixated on that part where Walker watches reader walk away and the other team members kind of tell him off... got me thinking if there's a scenario where Walker approaches reader later with a cooler head and tries to talk things out more peacefully (because lowkey in my personal interpretation/theory (and if I'm wrong pls let me know, I'd love to hear more of your thoughts on this), part of Walker's anger comes from a brotherly side of him that reader could've gotten hurt or worse, and his fear is expressed partly through anger.)

(I am so sorry for the mini-essay, just know that you're extremely talented and I look forward to everytime you bless us with a new fantastic fic <3333.)

hey, thank you so much for your compliments!! you dunno how much it means to hear all of that!! i really worry about mischaracterizing him. but bobs such a sweetheart, the cutest patootie there is, i wanna put him in my pocket and carry him around with me everywhere 🥹 everyone deserves a bob. never apologize for rambling to me or asking me about my work! i love hearing people’s thoughts and talking more about what ive wrote! (also just an fyi i have a new 3+1 bob fic incoming (hopefully in a few hours))!

check ins - bob reynolds x fem!reader

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i do think walker would try and have a conversation about it with you! he’s got a hotheaded, and sometimes doesnt think about his actions or his words. what happened to lemar has a lot to do with how he reacts to those sort of things. that was walkers best friend, and he watched him die. the thought of losing someone else he’s close to scares him. we also saw how quick he was to react to lemars death. it was intense, immediate. i don’t think walker knows how to place his fears, anxieties, and worries other than through anger a lot of the time, especially when he’s reacting so quickly to a situation.

so walker kinda just lets those feelings overtake him? after he gave himself a little bit to think about the situation (the mission, the argument, along with his own reaction to it all and yours), he’d absolutely come talk to you about it. seeing you so worked up during the argument, watching you limp away from him angrily, and the remarks the rest of the team made towards him probably made him feel guilty. he felt bad for blowing up on you regardless of how he was (poorly) received from everyone.

the conversation definitely wasn’t super long, i doubt he would even really move far into your room to discuss it, kinda just standing there with the door to his back awkwardly. and honestly you thought he came knocking for you to give you another earful. he isn’t a big feelings guy, but he forces himself to be sometimes when the situation calls for it.

walker briefly explains his frustrations and his anger, telling you that he was argumentative because it scared him, that he was worried. he tells you he wishes he wouldn’t have approached the situation the way he did, and apologies that he did anyways. he lets you explain yourself too, which you tried to keep brief as well.

he’s notorious for not taking accountability for things, but he is taking steps to try and fix that, along with his anger and we love that for him

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when i feel really evil this is usually like.the dynamics?(between wels,hels, xisuma, and evil xisuma).i have going on in those random angst posts. no it doesnt make much sense and also the specifics are changing all the time. hermitcraft if they hated each other 😭

ig this is more of a thought dump agh. dont take it too seriously. may be incomprehensible also. abuse tw :T and also its painfully ooc

Welsknight: 2nd most regular guy here. spends more times with hels than most would consider normal. loves xisuma very much but its not for nice reasons.well, some of it is, some of its not. feels, uhm, in debt? in a way, i suppose. a mix of feeling like he owes xisuma something that he will never be able to repay and also wishing he would die in some freak accident. to free him of his guilt, surely, not bc he has growing resentment. also a world class champion at isolation and being oblivious. he just wants to sleep in someone's arms probably. and maybhe like,cry, . luckily for him he has a clone that, will not hold him while he cries, but will let him blow off steam and whisper things resembling intrusive thoughts into his ear. and like. sure why not he believes it. finaly!!!!!someone understands him!! more isolation with my evil clone will fix my life and relationships.

Helsknight: unfortunately the most normal guy here. he is not directly involved in the weird shit everyone else has going on but his relationship with wels has him basically dragged into it. poor guy :T He's definetly not nice to Wels, not all the time, like you could say he also guilts Wels and brings the same kinds of feelings that Xisuma does to him. Hels also isnt that fond of Xisuma for multiple reasons but he also wishes he had a bit of what the hermits had...? Like I hate that guy but i want to belong somewhere. It's funny because he totally realizes that Wels is nowhere near as tense around himself than he is around Xisuma but he doesn't notice E.X. also acts the same way. he does care about E.X. but also treats him like a baby sometimes bc oh mayn ur not a real evil mastermind like me. u also have an amazing life,compared to me. hes so fucking stupid

Xisuma: nobody likes this guy :-( i dont even like this guy :-( obviously a piece of shit to wels and E.X. but mainly E.X. . some of the other hermits too but theyre not important rn. him and E.X. have had this going on for a LONG time and its bc of dumb backstory stuff no one cares about but basically its bc he was a (rightfully) angry and mistreated kid growign up around violence and oh my god! is that a little defenless younger brother! i mean punching bag! and so its just normal now and they both know its normal (to them) so why even BOTHER trying to escape. and it works. at least,xisuma think so. xisuma probably wouldnt say he outright hates E.X., also. like in the heat of the moment he'll go I HATE YOU GO KYS idk. some rage filled dialogue. but i think he also believes he's doing this as some kind of mercy or tough love thing. either way he's wrong.please stop.

Evil Xisuma: stupidly obvious scapegoat.sorry. im the real xisuma here. anyways E.X. is and has been getting abused by xisuma for years and he just wishes someone would notice or even take up the slightest issue or suspicous with xisuma. that will never happen bc he is literally evil xisuma.the bad one with no self-control, banished ,for the better of the server, to protect everyone, yes i'm doing this for good, for the better, for the safety of us all. because all the ppl in ur head like jeff aren't even real and you just need.help.and im helping you. so come back home and stop running away . because if you really want to leave so badly you will be gone,just like that! and we will all forget except for me bc im so nice and i dont want you to leave us.

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hihihi it’s me again ^_^ can i get a basic rundown/explanation of theresa and sam i would like to know more about them 🙏

(also funny story, our first rewrite was also named moore)

oh god oh fuck . this got so long . stelly i am so sorry you activated my autism trap card. enjoy the uh . multi-paragraph infodump.

ok FIRST OFF. basically the very very very basic lore rundown vis a vis What The Hell Is Their Issue is that essentially theyre both semi-hosts to a fucked up fungus* (*think of cordyceps fungi if u want a similar example ^_^) thats using their bodies to keep itself alive.

in moore's case it primarily resides in his throat & mouth* (*hence the fucked up hoarse & wavery voice + stutter) & in theresa's case it primarily resides in her heart* (*hence the fact she essentially just. cannot die. it just refuses to let her heart stop beating. lol. sucks to be her). moore's "healing" is essentially speeding up the healing process but sacrificing pieces of himself to do so, meanwhile he recovers at the same rate a normal human would with those injuries. the entire process is just . incredibly painful and draining for him. sucks to be that guy Lol Lmfao Even.

ok hope you got that. NOW onto their . like. normal actual dynamics i promise this is Far easier to explain.

moore works primarily on site as a sign language interpreter, and he'll pretty much work on anything he can have access to. the man loves information and its basically enrichment for him to be allowed to translate things. he also doubles as an off site medic, traveling primarily to areas where medical help isn't able to be received quick as a first resort health system so they don't use up their medical resources as quick. really the only reason they even have him on medical calls is because he was a med student who just . never went into nursing after graduation. worlds most traumatized 42 year old man who has not socially progressed past the age of 10. He Sucks Bad. its great

THERESA, on the other hand, is just. worlds worst interviewer. she works primarily with the more "violent" or typically dangerous humanoid scps doing interviews which . usually ends in her getting her ass kicked or being dragged out of the room before anything actually gets physical (really, its just because the foundation doesnt want to spend more money on fixing her messes than they have to). her main goal is pretty much to see how much they can take before it turns to violence. theresa takes primary control over anything relating to moore with the justification that he doesn't "truly understand what he's getting into", so long as she has permission from the higher ups.

theres just So Much happening in the background in their relationship honestly like. brief examples include theresa purposefully keeping him sheltered and insisting he not socialize with anyone as a way to keep him under her thumb, the fact moore hates her but literally wouldnt know who he is without her and also thats his sister still and he cant just Leave Her, and also just the fact alone that she, even within foundation walls, has found a way to isolate him further and keep him truly controlled. also like . dont even get me started on theresa purposefully injuring herself so moore will heal her so she has to take care of him and just manipulate him further. endless spiral. they suck so fucking much. my constant go-to is just "cain & abel if they sucked shit and were awful for eachother". but that would take Forever to properly explain so i will not even try to. anyways.

fuckignff. yeah thats it. thats the most basic summary i can nail down. thumbs up.

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Oooo do you have any WIPs for Wild Kratts?

hi!! yes ABSOLUTELY i do!!! wild kratts is just that one show that i will remember exists and then hyperfixate on for like, 7 months out of a year. and this happens repeatedly btw. and then my google docs count only increases exponentially and i never get anything done. but oh my GOD would i love to actually achieve finishing something for once.

but back to the wips! ill put them under the cut lol

so one that i think about A LOT, is this silly lil crane wife zach concept that has me laughing every time i remember it exists, thank you @novazentryx for bouncing it back and forth with me it still makes me giggle

OC introductory oneshot

eli is also responsible for this nebulously connected to the WK-verse oneshot ive been struggling with, and he doesnt even know it. basically, he suggested making an oc to play around with, and ive slowly been coming up with one. (she is still Unnamed lol) but she is a bit of a gag character, and not really involved with the Tortuga crew. I just really love an outsider pov, it amuses me, and i think someone tangentially involved makes for a lot of humorous moments. (think the "my cabbages!" guy from A:TLA) but basically she is a former NASCAR racer who got injured, badly, her very first season, and suffered permanent hearing loss in one ear, and partial in the other. she is now a getaway driver, and she is cringe. she's cocky and a schemer, but she's also an absolute fool. it took her a while to get behind the wheel again, and she still struggles. and somehow she chose working as a getaway driver for various WK villains as an optimal career path. everytime she leaves her car unattended, she comes back to it totaled. like Kevin from Ben 10 lmaoo

the Pre A:TLA au

it's canon-compliant and ends tragically ofc bc there was no other way it was going to end.

Like- there are a 100 years of war going on all this time before aang showed up, so I wanna set that BEFORE the avatar was discovered you know? I want to give them their own plot some time in these 100 years. We're like 50 years into the war so aang won't be a thing. Well. he was a thing. But no one knows where he is lol. But that was like it as far as I thought mostly cause mostly it was just the vibes that were coming to mind yk? Smth smth being a kid and growing up believing war is normal and growing up a little more and relaxing it’s not- wanting to FIX things but. God, you’re a kid and your friends are kids and you’re making a difference but you’re up against a whole nation

You can’t save everybody

And like. Idk it’s just the tragedy of having your whole life shaped by this terrible thing. And it really could be your whole life bc you’re not safe! You’re at war! And you’ve decided to go out and fight for the right side, the losing side, and you’ll probably die young anyways

And if not. God it’s gonna be another 50 years till aang is found in the ice berg. But they don’t know that, all they know is the avatar is gone. And hope and optimism slowly takes a backseat bc he’s not here, you gotta save yourselves

aviva and zach will parallel some sort of elementary + middle school friends type of thing where in HS they go to separate schools. both zach and aviva are in fire nation but aviva is from a colony and zach is an actual fire nation kid. both are non benders, or possibly zach is a weak firebender, who uses his flames for like, the forge or smth idk. Maybe he cant bend at all. Its still something I'm figuring out. the two meet as they always do, first rivals then weird friends.

when they're both around 16/17-ish aviva meets some other earth nation ppl and they fill her in on what's going on outside. she decides to leave. Zach obviously calls her a fucking idiot cuz wtf aviva you're gonna die out there. and aviva is like nah man trust me they said they have leads on the Avatar so if we bring him back then it might actually end the war. zach is obviously hella sus about this but he can't convince avuva out of it so he resigns and tells aviva to be careful. The next time they meet it likely wont be as friends

there's more to the au ofc, but i was thinking of maybe doing a series of connected oneshots set in this verse for them and to explore the other characters as well.

the labyrinth au

every fandom i am in will at some point have an labyrinth au lol.

but. zach’s dad as the goblin king, zach as a half mortal half fae? like i know the goblin king himself was a fae that rules over the goblins so, i’m thinking he’s part of the unseelie court? of more malicious fae. so, that, for zach’s dad, and his mother is either a nature spirit, or a fae in another court. and zach is making multiple attempts at getting OUT of his dads labyrinth.

(think Zagreus from Hades game)

and meanwhile. meanwhile CHRIS is in the labyrinth trying to get to MARTIN who is, idk, for some reason in the center of the labyrinth? so i know the brothers would never wish each other away and that’s for kids anyways. but. i’m thinking. smth is up, a festival of sorts for the spn creatures villain seminars or smth.

and so its either martin who there? for some reason? and chris is trying to get to him, OR its a Wild Kratt Kid, im undecided

Chris is trying to rescue whoever it is, with aviva as a guide bc aviva HAS braved the labrynth before when she was a child

(she was trying to save zach. who she met at science camp. idk i’m still figuring out how the modern aspect is incorporated here? i’m thinking it’s mostly compliant? like the supernatural exist and are known to some but a lot of them are like, hidden in plain sight? not everyone knows)

aviva thought zach was wished away to the labrynth and under threat of being turned to a goblin she wasn’t aware that, yk, the labrynth is his HOME (prison, whatever you wanna call it)

so it’s like—zach trying to get out and his attempts bring him to aviva and chris who are trying to get IN. as a kid and throughout his teen years, zach WAS able to go to the mortal world, hence the science camp, neighbors-ish with the kratts, etc

i’m thinking that, the varmitechs do have a business in the mortal realm too, which is why he lives there, but they also have business in the fae realm? so like, ima have to work that out later

still, i plan on writing this as a one shot, (though its gotten rather long ill be honest) with it going back and forth between zach's many failed runs, (the past) and his current run (which is where he bumps into chris and aviva)

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there is also another supernatural creature type au, where zach's father is a vampire and zach thinks he is one too (albeit one allergic to blood) but actually, zach is a nature spirit like his mother, and he doesnt even know it. ohhh the delicious irony of it all. unfortunately i cant find the doc with my notes lol so i didn't get to include that but maybe one day i'll find it!

but thank you so much for the ask! it was fun, and i love talking about WK, so i really enjoyed this!