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do you ever just suddenly recall. technoblade.
#im in Such an art mood rn#n the image just. popped on my brain so i did it#hands u.. piggie...#zach creates
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💖 !! annabelle life update !! 💖
say hi to my new piggies, sushi and lemon!! :•D !! i adopted them yesterday from an exotic animal shelter. they had previous owners so i didnt name them, but i think their names are cute anyway :3 im a first time piggie owner so i hope im doin them well !
#annabelle yellz#sushi (the black spotted one) already got the zoomies LOL#lemon is a little shy but i think thats because shes younger than sushi#i love them so much already#also i knew they were skittish but GOD is it hard to pick em up 😅#got a cuddle sack thingy and that did help a bit#gonna give em another couple days to settle before i try handling them extensively#doing a lot of hand feeding to hopefully build up trust !#also any piggie enthusiasts are welcome to give me any tips or advice if u want !#guinea pig
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──────BROKEN DOWN AND HUNGRY FOR YOUR LOVE ───



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touchstarved ! rookie! reader x training officer! tim
summary: Tim had said ‘no more rookies’ after Lucy, but well. Things don’t always go according to plan. Just like you never thought you’d be staring at your training officer’s arms, wondering how they feel wrapped around you.
cw: daddy issues (seriously this is a tim x reader like. don’t we all have daddy issues) mild depression, descriptions of child death and abuse (it’s one scene and pretty easily skippable but yk police call stuff) tbh could be read as platonic this isn’t super romantic i just want tim to hold me i don’t care how he does it
a/n: in this universe chenford never happened even tho i ship it with every cell in my body. also im only like halfway through season two so take my depiction of characters and events with a grain of salt. buckle up this one’s LOOOOOONGGG
title taken from Lover You Should've Come Over by Jeff Buckley (jeff buckley i miss u)
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Tim Bradford has really nice hands.
This is, undoubtedly, not at all something you should be noticing about your training officer. Probably the most strict, unpredictable, unrelenting, high-key-wants-you-to-fail training officer in the LAPD.
And yet.
Here you are, noticing.
His arms are really nice too. The chords of muscle flex in a particular way while he drives. Especially when turning or when he’s conducting a car chase and his hands go white-knuckled on the steering wheel.
You think to yourself that his hands are probably warm. Tim seems like the kind of man to run hot.
Tim also makes sure that you understand how much he doesn’t like you.
You get it. Kind of. He’d been on his way to becoming a sergeant when it’d been decided that during the coarse of his career, not enough of his officers actually made it past being a rookie.
“One last go,” The captain had said on your first day, “Should be easy. This rookie’s the most self-sufficient thing since Officer West. If she doesn’t make the cut, I want to know why.”
So yeah. You’re pretty sure Tim tuned out the conversation after hearing ‘one last go’.
Additionally, you two have… clashing personalities. You’ve always prided yourself on being self-sufficient- on not needing anyone else. But Tim makes it his mission every single day to remind you of all the million different ways you need to rely on your partner and need them— need him.
It’s annoying on a good day and humbling on a bad one.
And then there’s the matter of Lucy Chen. One of the few rookies to survive the Tim Tests and actually make it past rookie, all the while gaining his respect and friendship.
You don’t even try to hope to reach what she accomplished. Lucy Chen is an inspiration, a pipe dream, and an unreachable standard wrapped up in blue. It’s clear that Tim is proud of the cop she’s become. Proud of his work.
You’re not sure he could ever be proud of you.
But you didn’t raise yourself to be a quitter. So you get up everyday and take the Tim Tests in stride. You work and learn and learn and work and pretend the lack of relationship or bond you have with your fellow rookies doesn’t bother you.
You pretend you don’t dream of being held by warm arms and wake up in the same position, alone and cold.
You pretend the heated blanket you bought during the Academy with your meager funds feels just like human warmth. You pretend it’s enough.
And you do what you always do: you manage.
—
Like with any job, there’s good days, and there’s bad days. You try not to dwell on the bad days, but you usually end up doing so anyways, usually in your silent, empty apartment as you try to fall asleep.
Your shift today is only half over, and you’ve already lost a suspect during a chase —Tim ended up catching her, and the look he shot you as he cuffed him was nothing short of fiery— you accidentally tampered with evidence —in your defense, you weren’t aware that piggy banks were used to move drugs, but accidentally dropping it made you want to crawl into a hole and die— and the cherry on top was the suspect you apprehended today, who, in her desperation to get away from you and jail, kicked you in the leg while she was on the ground. With her very long, and very skinny heel.
‘I got stabbed in the leg with a stripper’s heel’ isn’t a sentence you ever thought you’d say, but here you are. The wound isn’t that bad, thankfully. Just all the usual pain that comes from being stabbed with a fairly blunt object.
You sit in an uncomfortable hospital chair in the waiting room, elbow digging into the hard, wooden armrest and holding your head up by your forehead, while your other arm presses on the still sluggishly bleeding wound on your lower, mid thigh, leg stretched out in front of you.
You’re tired.
Recently, the bad days have outweighed the good ones. You knew this would be the case when you signed up to be a cop. You knew your apartment would feel empty and cold, but you thought that maybe, maybe, you’d make a few friends in your coworkers and it wouldn’t feel so unbearable.
But it turns out there isn’t enough time to make friends when you’re busy trying to get the highest scores in the Academy. And by the time you graduated, you’d been written off as a stuck-up teachers pet. Tolerated by the other rookies at best, occasionally sneered at and mocked at worst.
No fellow rookies, no friendly coworker, no nice neighbors in your apartment. Your training officer doesn’t like you, and the watch commander regularly enjoys singling you out for rookie-typical ridicule.
You’re tired.
The wound on your leg hurts like a bitch, already bruised to hell and back in that way that blunt force injuries usually do. Your pants are dark and sticky with blood, and the hand that’s applying pressure is uncomfortably tacky as you bleed, clot, and dry, over and over again.
It’s shitty. You feel shitty.
The fluorescent overhead lights are making your head pound and there’s so much noise in the waiting room, overlapping and, for lack of a better term, stabbing your eardrums in a pounding beat, and the pain is starting to make you a little nauseous, or maybe that’s the smell of anti-septic, and you fucked up so badly today, and oh god what if you get sepsis or a staff infection, that heel was so dirty, who knows where it’s been, and why won’t you just stop bleeding, and—
“Boot.”
—you haven’t called your mom in ages, she deserves better than that, and god your leg really hurts, and you don’t want to go home after this because—
“Rookie.”
—you’re most definitely being sent home, you got stabbed with a fucking heel for christ’s sake, and unlike after a normal shift you won’t have the exhaustion to just send you straight to bed, chores be damned, your apartment is so, so so quiet and you hate it—
“Hey!”
Snapping fingers in front of your face and Tim’s shout jolts you from your pain-slash-panic-induced spiral, and you reflexively clench your fists, then hiss in pain as your grip tightens over the wound.
He’s crouched in front of you, dark, steady eyes scrutinizing your face.
“Sorry,” you huff, face hot with embarrassment. “It’s, um, it’s loud in here.”
He just nods once, looking rather unimpressed. You resist the urge to fidget.
“You good to stay here while I go back out?”
The thought of waiting in the ER alone, and then more than likely catching an Uber to the station and then ignoring possible doctors orders to drive yourself home from there is… less than pleasant.
But if it has to be done, then it has to be done.
“Yeah,” You say easily, the lie slipping right off your tongue. “Yeah, yeah I’ll be good.”
Your injury had already been called in, so Grey wasn’t expecting you back at the station. Tim would go back on shift and you’d take care of yourself like you always do. You’ll be fine eventually. You always are.
You expect Tim to take the easy out. You’ve handed it to him on a silver platter. Express permission to not have to deal with you anymore today.
He sighs, unexpectedly, then stands, and you look down so you don’t have to watch him walk away, and wait to hear the sound of his retreating footsteps.
They don’t come.
The chair next to you creaks as someone sits down in it.
As Tim sits down in it.
You blink, looking up at him. “Officer Bradford?”
He’s crossed his arms across his chest, sparing you a small glance. “What?”
You look down at your lap. “Nothing.”
He doesn’t say anything, just pulls out his phone, clearly texting someone —probably Officer Lopez— and pretty much ignores you as you wait to be called back.
His presence is enough, though. It chases away some of that creeping panic and chill in your chest. You relax in increments. Your posture slouches, your hand unclenches, and you feel like you can take a breath without throwing up.
Eventually, your name gets called, and maybe you just look especially pathetic as your stiffly and shakily climb to your feet and begin ambling towards the indicated trauma room, but you hear another annoyed sigh, and then Tim’s mumbling “Here,” and then your arm is around his shoulders and his arm snakes behind your back and just above your waist.
And fuck.
If you thought that having him near you was something, having the arms of the man you’ve literally dreamt about doing nearly this exact same thing is… it’s a drug.
Your skin is on fire where’s he’s quite literally holding you together as you awkwardly shuffle across the waiting room. His hands are warm even through the under shirt and your uniform shirt. The rush of chemicals in your head is dizzying at the contact, your brain startlingly aware of each and every place the two of you are connected.
To him, it’s nothing. To you, it’s everything.
If this is what hard drugs feel like, you sympathize with the addicts. All it takes is his arm around you, safe and steadying, and you’re gone. Hooked.
You try your best to file the feeling away in your head, to commit it to memory, so later, when those bad days have their cold nights, you can take it out and remember it. Remember what felt like to be even half wrapped like this. Supported and steadied.
It’s an uncharacteristic show of care on Tim’s part. He’s not exactly a touchy-feely kind of guy. He’s more like the ‘deal with it or quit’ kind of guy.
But he’s helping you here, now. More than he knows.
You don’t comment on any of this, of course, because you don’t want to draw attention to how much you’re leaning into his touch.
You hope he writes it off as needing help walking.
—
The first night after the stabbing —Tim does not let you drive yourself home, though looks vaguely impressed that you were completely willing, and instead drops you off and has Officer Lopez drive your car back to your place— is great. You sleep clear through the night without waking up once. The memory of Tim holding you up, touching you, is fresh in your mind. Sleeping is easy. You arrive to work for once not faking your enthusiasm under layers of professionalism. You actually, genuinely feel okay.
As the weeks progress though, you start flagging.
By the time a month has gone by, you’re downright miserable. You didn’t realize just how empty your chest could feel after actually feeling how warm and full it could be.
This, of course, means doubling over on professionalism, because there’s absolutely no way that anyone can know how much you’re starting to fracture, bit by bit. You’re strong, put-together, and self-sufficient. You take Tim’s training in stride and you never complain. You don’t rise to the bait when you get singled out for hazing, and laugh when you become the subject of a rookie prank.
You do not stare at Tim’s arms or hands out of the corner of your eye when he’s not looking, you do not imagine the big pillow you hold at night is him, and most importantly you do not even entertain the fantasy in which Tim holds you, really holds you, and you don’t have to keep it all together anymore.
It’s not realistic. You’re always going to hold everything together. You always have and you always will.
But sometimes, every now and then, you get something well and truly right, and Tim says “Good job, boot.” And he means it. Gets that crinkle near his eyes and that twitch in his jaw when he’s trying not to look impressed or pleased. And it chases away the empty, just for a little bit. Makes how hard he pushes you just a little more worth it, each time.
It’s starting to get to you, though. Has been for awhile. Because it’s a bit pathetic, isn’t it, to think these things about your training officer? Someone who would never, ever do the things you want him to do? As trivial and stupid and childish as they are?
And look. You’re not stupid. You know exactly why you’ve fixated on Tim Bradford specifically. You’re well versed in the art of “intellectualizing your feelings so you don’t have to feel them” and your want of your training officer’s touch is no mystery. He checks all your boxes- Brooding, emotionally unavailable, harsh, attractive, and more importantly, in a position of power over you. So you get it. Daddy issues, your emotional needs not being met growing up, blah blah blah. It’s whatever.
What’s not whatever is your inability to stop obsessing over it. Him. You need to get a grip.
You want to become a detective. And, not to mention, you’ve worked incredibly hard to be a damn good cop.
But here you are, sitting in the shop with Tim, spacing out when you should be paying attention because you saw one of your old friends post the anniversary for her and her boyfriend last night and now you can’t stop thinking about how she probably look at every couple and wonder how it feels to have someone around, constantly, to soothe the near permanent ache in your chest and itch under your skin.
She probably doesn’t have the ache or itch at all.
“Boot!” Tim barks, voice sudden and loud. “Where are we?”
You jolt in place. “Uh—“
Tim slams on the brakes, your seatbelt snapping against your chest. “I’ve been shot. I’m dead. Where were you just now?”
You scramble for an answer. “I was—“
“Your head wasn’t here,” He jams a finger onto the center console. “And in this line of work, that means you’re dead. It means people die on your watch.”
He starts the car, and without the crackling of dispatch over the radio, it’s awhile before he speaks again.
“What’s wrong?”
The words sound so foreign coming from Officer Bradford that you pause.
“Is that a trick question? Is the answer…um… I should focus more…?”
“Well, yes, and no,” He responds, face set in a slight grimace, “Yes, you need to focus more, but no, that wasn’t a trick question.”
When you don’t immediately respond —what are you supposed to say to that?— he keeps going.
“You’re spacey. You don’t get spacey. But you’ve been all over the place lately, so something’s up.”
“Nothing’s—“
He levels you with a Look.
Now it’s your turn to sigh.
One of the main reasons you didn’t get along with other students at the Academy was your unwillingness to sacrifice your career for a social life. You didn’t tell anybody your sob story— didn’t need the pity, didn’t care what they thought.
And you don’t really want to tell Tim either, but for a different reason. An opposite one, really. You do care what he thinks. A lot. And you don’t want to sound whiny or sensitive or any less of a capable cop. You need to prove to him that you can do this.
But Tim also has the best bullshit sensor of anyone you know, and will immediately see through you if you try to lie.
“I moved to California right before I started at the Academy. I was focused and career driven. And I’ve never really been social. It just, uh, kind of hit me, I guess. That my family is a thousand miles away.”
“What, you don’t have any friends from the Academy?”
His confidence in your social skills is nice, if not very misguided.
You shrug. “I gave up everything to move here. I thought that if I went out to bars and parties, I’d lose focus and fail. I couldn’t, and still can’t afford to.”
Tim’s saved from responding by a call close to your location crackling out from dispatch. And thank god for that. You’re sure as hell not itching to restart the conversation, and besides. Tim wants you to get your head in the game, so you do. Complete and utter focus on the call.
It goes well. But Tim doesn’t say anything as you climb back in the shop, not even a not-displeased hum.
“That’s stupid, you know.”
You look up from where you were checking something in the system. “What?”
“This thing you’re doing. You’re not even living. You’re just going to work and then going home. Your performance is shitty because you feel shitty.”
You gape for a second before rushing to respond. “My performance isn’t—“
“Yeah, it is. Don’t argue me on this, boot. You’re drowning, is what you’re doing. You have no work life balance. You’re going to burn out, and then you wash out.”
He turns to you, eyes bright and jaw set. “And you better not wash out, because you’re my last rookie and I need you to win.”
Right. Yes. Of course. Tim needs you to win, so he needs you to get focused, and get real.
The smile you give him is perfectly practiced and hollow. You ignore the nausea churning in your chest.
“Don’t worry. I don’t do anything other than win.”
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Even though it’s most definitely stupid and insane, you ignore Tim’s advice. Since when have you had the energy to do things outside of work but rot in bed? And besides. Going out would mean losing precious sleeping hours, which are already hard enough to come by as it is. You don’t need to make your energy levels any worse than they already are by adding going to bed late on top of incredibly fitful sleep.
So it’s fine. You’re handling it.
—
You’re not handling it.
You’re exhausted. All the time. The more tired you are, the more you have to work to make sure your performance at work isn’t suffering. Which makes you more tired.
And you just… can’t sleep. You toss and turn all night, wake up a million times, and usually end up reliving your worst cases with added bonuses, like Tim being injured, and then berating you for it, and then the watch commander calls you into his office and fires you.
And then there’s the guilt. The sickening, nauseating guilt that follows you day after day, choking and clogging your throat because you know you’re better than this. You’re better than this. But you’re not getting better.
You should’ve taken Tim’s advice, maybe. Should’ve heard it two, three, maybe four months ago and extended yourself to other people and tried going out, making a routine of trying new things other than sleeping, watching tv, or working, but it’s too late now and you’re just so fucking tired.
And alone.
Really, really, alone.
When you finally lose it, it’s because of a call. A bad one. A really bad one.
It’s a little girl. No older than nine or ten. Her mother had reported her missing when she’d come home from work and her daughter and her husband were missing. At first, the report hadn’t been taken seriously, but the mother begged and pleaded. It was Lucy who’d pulled up the woman’s husband and found several previous charges for domestic violence and abuse that dispatch had sent multiple units after the child.
Whom you found. Locked in a car.
You were the one to break the window. You were the one to get her out.
You were the one who had to call an RA unit for a nine year old girl, not conscious, not breathing.
Tim pulled you away from the scene. From her. Kept a hand on your shoulder and steered you towards the shop, and you were shaking. Are shaking. You’re in the shop. You can’t get your hands to stop shaking.
Tim is uncharacteristically silent. He doesn’t start the car. You can see him watching you out of the corner of your eye. You need to stop shaking. You need to get it together.
It’s just. That was you. Could’ve been you. Almost was you, once or twice.
You spent a lot of time in locked cars growing up.
“Boot,” Tim says softly, too softly, he’s babying you, “You need to take a minute.”
“No, no,” The first no is shaky and the second is no better but you need to be fine, “I’m fine, I’ll be fine. I need to adapt, need to get used to this kind of thing.”
He makes a noise of annoyance in the back of his throat. “No you don’t. Becoming desensitized to this kind of thing isn’t what you want to happen. Trust me.”
You breath is starting to hitch a little, and your eyes are beginning to burn. Why can’t you stop shaking? It happened so long ago.
“I’m fine. I’m— It’s okay. We should get back on the road.”
Your voice wobbles at the end. You clench your jaw, steel yourself against the onslaught of emotions and will yourself to just get a fucking grip.
“Hey,” Tim starts, voice that lower, gentle tone he sometimes uses on victims, and that’s messed up, because you’re not a victim, just dramatic, “It’s okay to not be okay after something like that.”
“I’m fine!” You snap, “I survived. She didn’t.”
Oh.
You feel the first few tears begin falling, and immediately scrub them off your face as fast and as hard as you can.
“I’m sorry,” You half-whisper, mortified at the action of crying and snapping at him. “I’m sorry, this is, this is really unprofessional—“
You hunch, pressing the heels of your hands so hard into your eyes starbursts of color are whirling behind them.
Tim doesn’t say anything, which only adds to your mounting anxiety, until you hear the semi-familar sound of him typing on his phone, and then a steady tik. Tik. Tik.
You look up, your eyes already puffy.
Tim sets his phone down on the console between the two of you.
“That timer is set for ten minutes. For ten minutes, you are not going to be fine. Ten minutes while we drive. Got that?”
You sniffle pathetically. “Ten minutes is a long time to put up with me crying.”
He shrugs. “If I give you your ten minutes, and you get this out, then you’ll be more focused on the job. Seems like a fair trade off to me.”
You’re not expecting the firm hand to land on your shoulder.
“This was your first d-o-a. Even the best cops are shaken after something like that. It changes you. That is not something be ashamed of.”
You let yourself lean into the touch, ever so slightly. The tears start falling easier after that, and, still not entirely comfortable with crying in front of your TO, you cover your face with your hands.
The crying bit is over in only a few minutes. The rest of the time on the timer is spent staring down at your lap and trying to calm yourself down, and when that doesn’t work, you pull out your phone and soothe yourself by organizing one of your Pinterest boards. Ah, the peace that comes from setting arbitrary rules that affect no one and organizing pictures based on these rules. Bliss.
Tim only removes his hand after you stop crying, which. You try your best to memorize the touch —no matter how mortifying the circumstances— and try your best not to think about how it almost seems like starting to catch onto the messier parts about yourself you’d like to keep hidden.
—
Sometimes it’s hard not to feel well and truly and completely alone.
You know you’re not. Not really. Not if you tried harder, extended yourself more. Made an effort to get out there. But you don’t have any energy for efforts. You don’t have anything left to give.
Tim’s touch and approval and just there-ness haunt you on your off days and are, if you’re being embarrassingly and horrifyingly honest, the only thing you really look forward to anymore.
You like your job. You do. But you’re tired. And how many times can you say that? Can you think that?
I’m tired. I’m tired. I’m tired. I’m tired. I’m tired.
Please, someone, put me down, let me go, give me a minute, I’m tired.
So it’s not really surprising when you get sick.
You’ve been running yourself absolutely ragged, day in and day out, and when you wake, feeling like death warmed over, you don’t even groan. It makes your throat hurt.
Your head pounds with pressure from your sinuses and your hands shake as you put on your uniform in the locker room. Your slow-and-unsteady gait gathers a few looks as you make your way into the, surprisingly empty, roll call room.
Is it really empty if one person is in it? Tim’s in it. He’s leaned up against the front desk, where you usually sit with the other rookies. Only time you’re really ever near them. He looks mad. Why’s he mad?
“Boot,” He starts, voice low, and that’s never a good sign, “Is there a reason you decided not to show up to roll call today?”
You blink, thoughts going about as fast as a fish in frozen water, “But it’s not time for roll call yet.”
It’s not. You woke up when your alarm went off, took cold medicine (probably more than you’re supposed to, and the wrong combination of them, but who cares) and drove to the precinct. Same as you always do. Minus the cold medicine.
Tim frowns. He’s always frowning. He frowns deeper. “You’re over an hour late.”
That…doesn’t make any sense. How’d you lose an hour of time? Did you fall asleep somewhere along the way? You don’t remember falling asleep. You’re not missing any memories, no blank spots, no black outs.
“Boot!” He barks, and you flinch and the noise, pressing a hand to your forehead as if that’ll help the sharp stab of pain in your head that accompanies his raised voice.
Tim is downright glaring at you now. “Are you hungover?”
“No!” You reply indignantly, then instantly regret it due to the burn you now feel in your throat, “I’m just like. Kind of sick.”
Did that come out convincing enough? You’re sure you can still work. You worked through every cold and flu and fever back at the Academy. You can totally do this, right?
Tim pushes off the table and stalks towards you. arms crossed. He uncrosses them as he gets closer and—
Oh. That’s nice. His hand’s cool.
Your eyes flutter shut, unbidden, as the cool skin of the back of his hand presses to your forehead. If your eyes were open, you’d be able to see that his frown has taken on a concerned brow furrow to accompany it, but you’re too busy enjoying the simple contact to notice. Or keep your eyes open.
He takes his hand away with a sigh, and you stumble forward a little.
“You feel like you’re on fire. Jesus- did you drive here?”
You nod, to avoid angering your throat, and end up angering your headache instead.
“Yeah, you’re going home.”
Panic stabs you in the chest.
“No!” You rasp, “I’m fine. I’m a rookie, it’s my job to keep working no matter what—“
“It’s also,” Tim interrupts, “Your job to take care of yourself, but you’re shit at that, which is why you’re sick in the first place. So I’m going to drive you home and make sure you’re not going to die by yourself while you’re sick.”
You shake your head. “I used to work through being sick all the time at the Academy, I can do it.”
“And you were stupid for doing that too. The key difference here is that you’re not responsible for peoples lives at the Academy. I’m not going to get shot today because you’re too hopped up on cold medicine to cover me.”
“But—“
“I’m sorry,” He growls, “Were you under the impression that you have any sort of say in this decision?”
You close your mouth.
“That’s what I thought. Go wait at my desk while I clear this with the watch commander.”
You trudge solemnly to his desk, head and vision swimming. Great. Now Tim’s upset at you and you feel awful. Why is everything so terrible?
You slump into the chair at his desk, dropping your head onto your arms and allowing your eyes to close. The walk from the briefing room to Tim’s desk exhausted you. And your uniform feels extra uncomfortable.
You just want to be at home, not sick, and maybe sleeping restfully for the first time since becoming a cop. Maybe you’re not cut out to be a cop. Maybe you should quit. Maybe—
Someone gently shakes your shoulder, and your straighten, blinking blearily.
“Come on, up we go.”
A strong arm hooks under yours and carefully hauls you up, and let out a small whine at the movement. Tim’s desk is comfortable. And smells vaguely like him.
“Don’t give me that. I’m taking you home. We need to go get your stuff from the locker room.”
You whine again, as if the noise will somehow convey everything you’re feeling at the moment.
I don’t want to leave the temporary and fake saftey of Tim’s desk. I don’t want to go home cause my home is empty and I’m sick. I’m extra miserable because I’m sick. My brain isn’t working and I don’t remember what locker I put my stuff in. I don’t even know if I brought my stuff. Is it somehow possible for my technical-boss to take me to his house instead and tuck me into his bed that smells like him and has him in it so I can sleep next to another human being and feel safe for even twenty minutes?
Of course, none of this is relayed to Tim, who’s currently half holding half dragging you over to the locker rooms, grip firm but not unkind.
After assuring you that no one else is even going to be in the locker room because you’re now over an hour into your shift, he goes with you and helps you find and take your stuff. In your sick daze, you did manage to bring your bag and water bottle, but neglected to put any water in your water bottle or put your wallet in your bag.
Tim just mutters an “Alright, come on,” once your stuff has been acquired, and escorts you out to the parking lot.
Two things occur to you.
One, Tim is no longer dressed in his uniform. Instead, he now sports jeans and a dark gray henley.
Two, you’re both headed towards the personal parking lot.
If Tim isn’t in work clothes anymore, and he’s taking you towards his car, that means he’s not just dropping you off at your house.
He is, presumably, going to look after you. Because you’re sick.
He ushers you into the passenger seat, going so far as to help you up and grab the seatbelt for you. He leans over you when he does it, and there’s a second where he’s pressed against you and it’s so nice and you kind of want to live in the moment forever but you can’t because you’re sick and he’s mad at you and he shouldn’t have to deal with this and you should’ve been better.
You sniffle just as he starts the car, momentarily thankful for the engine turning over hiding the sound, but unfortunately, the second the tears start, they don’t stop.
Tim notices immediately, because of course he does.
“What’s wrong?”
You hiccup a half-sob. “I’m sorry. I should’ve called out.”
“Yeah, you should have.”
You sniff again, harder, cause now your nose is running. “I thought I could do it. I thought I could handle it.”
He eases the car out of the parking space. “Having a brain-cooking fever isn’t really something you can just handle.”
He eyes the fat tears rolling down your cheeks and you see the muscles in his jaw work.
“Why didn’t just call out sick?”
“I don’t like calling out. I wanna be a model employee. Model officer. Wanna be reliable. I wanna be—“
You swallow, voice hoarse and wobbly. “I just wanna be good.”
The car is silent for awhile. A long while. Tim doesn’t respond, and with your nerves now thoroughly fried and your immune system making a minor attempt on your life, you’re pretty sure you fall asleep.
You wake to Tim shaking you, albeit gently, and helping you out of the car. He instructs you to leave your bag and to go inside and change.
He really doesn’t have to tell you twice. You feel awful. So bad. Terrible. Horrible.
Changing clothes only serves to exhaust you further, so you trudge out to the living room and collapse onto your couch, shivering. There’s a blanket only a few feet away, but it’s just so far.
You hear your front door open and the sound of heavy-footsteps, and then there’s the creak of your shitty fridge opening and a few mumbled curses.
You ignore the noises behind you and dedicate all of your energy to grabbing the remote off the coffee table and finding something you don’t have to think about watching. Maybe Criminal Minds. Or Bluey.
“I,” Tim starts, then annoyedly snatches the blanket off the end of the coach and drags it up over you, “Am going to the store, because your fridge looks like it hasn’t been used since the eighteen-hundreds. Don’t die while I’m gone.”
“Okay,” You say, but your voice is hoarse and muffled by the blanket so it comes out more like, “Mmomhay.”
You end up watching Jurassic Park, because nothing makes you feel better like dinosaurs and people getting eaten by them. Classic.
Tim does return at some point, right about when you’re thinking of just binge watching every single Jurassic Park/World movie, and starts making noise in your kitchen. Which you also ignore.
You’re doing a lot of ignoring today.
It’s easy though, is the thing. Tim is cooking something, if the sounds of grocery bags and pots and pans and chopping are anything to go off, and he’s handled you and his’s shifts, so there’s no work to worry about, and you’re really honestly too sick to think about any other things that need to be done.
Tim’s taking care of it. So you don’t have to worry, cause he’s cooking something, and people are getting eaten by dinosaurs on the tv in front of you, so maybe everything will be okay for the time being.
The okay feeling comes to a swift and brutal end when Tim comes around the edge of the couch and tells you to sit up.
“M’ comfy,” You mumble, indignant.
He rolls his eyes, ever exasperated. “You can’t eat soup while laying down.”
“Watch me.”
“No. Come on, sit up.”
You whine as he pulls you forward, stuffing pillows behind you so you don’t actually have to put effort in to staying upright. He then places a tray you didn’t know you owned (maybe he bought it?) on your lap and places a small bowl of soup and a sleeve of saltines.
Your eyes begin to burn with unshed tears again.
Tim groans. “It’s just soup, Boot.”
You sniff harshly. “No one’s made me soup before.”
He sigh’s long-sufferingly, but his vocal exasperation is undermined by the careful way he dabs at the tears on your cheeks.
“Thought you liked your mom.” Tim says, a question hidden in his voice.
“I do. But we were really poor, so she couldn’t really afford to take time off work because I was sick. And I got sick pretty often so,” You pick up your spoon with shaky fingers. “I got good at taking care of myself.”
“Yeah?” Tim says, opening the package of saltines for you, “Then where’d all that skill go?”
He clearly means it as a joke, but you still can’t help the small stab of guilt in your chest.
You set the spoon back down. “I’m just really tired.”
He doesn’t sigh again, but he does purse his lips in that way he does when he’s upset about something and can’t quite decide how to show it.
When he moves, it surprises you. He takes the soup off your lap, moves the tray to the little coffee table by your couch. Turns the TV volume up. Loud enough to hear the audible crunch of the Spinosaurus battling the T. Rex.
Then, he reaches forward and just. Reaches his arms around your waist and back and pulls you forward, then borderline man-handles you into a comfortable position with your legs now where your head used to be, and your had pillowed on his shoulder. He wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you just that much closer.
You couldn’t have stopped yourself from melting into the embrace even if you weren’t hopped up on cold medicine.
After a few minutes of mindlessly watching a Spinosaurus go on a rampage, he speaks again.
“You wanna know what I think?”
You nod into his arm, face smushed.
“I think you got really good at making people not worry about you. You probably had to.”
For a brief second, you think about hunger, and sickness, and locked cars.
“And I think that in my haste to get through this training period and make it to Sergeant, I didn’t bother looking deeper to find out if you were lying or not.”
You shift in place, now a little uncomfortable as the conversation has switched over to you. “It’s not really your responsibility.”
“It is,” Tim says easily, tone-matter-of-fact. “You’re my rookie. And it shouldn’t have taken me this long to learn what kind of training and support you needed.”
You sit up at his words. Which is a huge mistake, because then you get really dizzy and nauseous and there are weird stars dancing across your vision.
“You—“ You pause, taking a deep breath, “This is police work. I shouldn’t have to be coddled every step of the way.”
“Lay back down,” He tugs you down by your waist. “You aren’t coddled every step of the way. You’re a capable cop. You’re good at your job. I’m not holding your hand. I’m giving you what you need.”
You sink lower on the couch, trying to hide your face from this mortifying experience. Unfortunately the closest thing to hide your face in is Tim’s side.
Oh well. Beggars can’t be choosers.
He rubs your back consolingly. It only feels a little patronizing.
“But,” He continues, “I don’t know what you need if you don’t tell me.”
“I don’t want to bother you with that. You’re my T.O.”
“And you’re my rookie,” Tim continues smoothly, “I can’t send my rookie out on the streets if any criminal can get to her through a hug.”
“Hey,” You grumble, “That’s mean.”
“No it’s not.”
You pull your face away from his side and go back to facing the TV.
“But what if I need this a lot? What if my brain gets… screwy when I’m alone for awhile, and this is what fixes it?”
“Then I’d say it was a fairly normal reaction and need.” Tim shrugs.
You look up at him questioningly.
“Look. I didn’t have a great dad either. It’s not…” He trails off, jaw working. “Bad things happened to you. You dealt with them the only way you knew how. But now you need a little extra help. That’s all.”
“That sounds like something Lucy would say.”
Tim rolls his eyes. “How could you tell?”
The conversation lulls into a gentle silence. Tim continues trailing his hand up and down your side. Up and down, up and down, up and down. And occasionally pause to rub, knead, or scratch. All of which you lean into with equal amounts of shame and enjoyment.
“You’re like a cat,” He mumbles, eyes trained on the still rampaging Spinosaurus, “Can’t believe I didn’t make the connection before.”
You don’t have it in you to do anything more than make a non-committal hum.
A couple beats pass.
“Thank you.”
Tim’s hand trails a little higher on the next pass, his large palm curling up over your shoulder and to the back of your neck.
“For what?”
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hi i <3 ur fics so much! i saw ur gotak x short reader and it’s so cute, can u do a baku ver of it? thank u so much
-🧛🏻♀️🖤🫀
baku with a short partner
general
gif creds: @billornot
» will always make jokes of your height. the jabs are just light hearted fun, but if he notices that they actually bother you he'll apologize and stop. sometimes he gets a little.. spicy with them. (y/n! i know a way for you to get taller!" baku beams at you, waiting for your response.
"..and what is it?"
"well, i know a way we can put some inches in you")
» he thinks its funny how you have to tiptoe and jump to match his height. he'll pick you up and hold you to the sky simba style, talking about how you're finally his height.
» baku's height means he's your personal step ladder. if you can't reach anything, a shadow will suddenly loom behind you and grab it for you. he'll always show up, somehow. he even lets you climb him like a jungle gym, clambering onto his back.
» very fond of having you sit on his shoulders. he likes hearing you exclaim at what you see. definitely not because he likes feeling your thighs around his neck haha.. and definitely not because he likes grabbing at your legs.. (he's a huge pervert 😔)
» baku's hands are already abnormally big because he has fists the sizes of boulders, but compared to yours they completely dwarf yours.
» being so much smaller, you get cold very easily. lucky for you, baku's a walking heater. just being next to him can warm you up. holding his hands even in cold weather will always make yours sweat with the heat
» you have to tiptoe up to fix his collar, or dust off lint on his shirt. baku is well aware of this, and sometimes refuses to lean down just to see you get frustrated and pull him down yourself (he likes it a little too much..)
» has to semi-squat down when you guys take photos, or else you look like a child compared to him. more than once, people have mistaken you for his younger relative. it embarrasses you because do you really look that young next to him???
» in crowded areas, he has to keep a hand on your head for two reasons. to make sure you don't wander off and to not lose you. in a sea of people, your head disappears almost instantly. and baku's not smart enough to pinpoint which head is yours
» literally always picking you up. it's more efficient, he says. with your short legs you can't really match his pace, so he'll just toss you over his shoulder like a sack or piggy back you. your most used method of transportation is now baku, wink wink
» when cuddling, once he has his arms around your waist, you're stuck. nothing is going to unlatch him from you. even if you want to turn to your side, he'll just flip the both of you
» opens anything and everything for you. the first time he sees you struggling to open a jar, he vows to never let you do it again. since then, he's constantly rushing to open your things for you, even if it's something you can easily do
» with your short stature, baku can manhandle you anyway he wants without even breaking a sweat
fin
a/n tysm for enjoying my fics! i hope this is good enough ><
#weak hero#weak hero x reader#weak hero class 2 x reader#weak hero class 2#weak hero class#weak hero class x reader#baku x reader#park humin x reader#park hu min#park humin#baku#park hu min x reader
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i have one request. taph x reader idc what u do as long as its fluff please us taph likers are actually drying out like the sahara desert 😭😭
Taph General Headcanons



A/N: Omg how I ran FAST just to start writing this— and you are so right, taph needs more content (coming from a taph main, me lol), and i am here to feed more taph content, feel free to send me more taph requests ngl.
NOTE: this can be seen as romantic or platonic, and as usual the reader remains gender neutral unless stated otherwise.
• Being with him, whether it’s together as friends or partners, no matter what kind of relationship you have with him he’ll always find ways to prank you using his tools.
• He also seems to come up with very… clever ideas on how to catch the killer using his bombs and trip-lines (whatever those are called)… he’s made c00lkidd cry far too many times because of the bombs he keeps throwing at him (save the killers atp).
• He views you like how he views builderman, and as we all know he calls himself “buildermans right hand man” because he’s usually on standby with him, but because he’s parasocial that doesn’t really exist. But with you, he’s always standing next to you and helping you with whatever you need, it’s his way of showing his gratitude towards you.
• He can’t talk at all, so he uses sign language to communicate instead, and even if you don’t know sign language you’ll be able to quickly understand after getting to know he basics of it, and if you don’t understand it (still) I would head-canon that he carries a tiny notebook and pen around him to write as a way to communicate better.
• He’s a cocky little shit ngl, everytime he pranks you or teases you, you can clearly see under his hoodie that little, michevious smirk and continues to go on until you stop him, I also think he would enjoy carrying you skeins sometimes for fun, like bridle style or piggy back and run while doing so, and maybe pretend to fall just to startle you.
• For some random reason (this may be ooc idk) but he LOVES to hold you close and put his cloak around the both of you, I don’t know exactly the reason why he does it but I feel like it’s because he enjoys the feeling of having someone close be so close to him, and he loves to lay his head down on your shoulder and fall asleep if you both are sitting on the couch or laying on the bed together.
• I feel like the hoodie he wears was worn way to many times now, and he doesn’t wash it (and I’m guessing he can’t because of the situation he’s in) so I feel like, if you can sew, you can make him new hoodies in different colors and styles to see how they look on him, and he wouldn’t mind you putting on a few accessories on him, but DO NOT put any makeup or skin care products on his face, he doesn’t like the feeling of it (I would just force him if it’s necessary ngl).
• He would purposely use you as bait to the killers so they can fall into his traps, and then save you after, he likes saving you, especially if you lecture him afterwards lol he doesn’t give any craps whatsoever. And just to add on but, without you knowing he stalks you when he’s not around you, and he makes sure not to get caught by you, even if your friends he would definitely have this little crush on you, and even after your dating he still does this, but he just needs to make sure your being protected by him at all costs! Even if he’s not around…
• I also feel like he enjoys dancing to music, it can be hiphop, slow dancing, kpop, and he’ll DO IT. He would be a super talented dancer, and loves doing little dances whenever he traps one of the killers with his shenanigans. (He stans girl groups, tell me I’m wrong).
#forsaken x reader#forsaken#forsaken roblox#forsaken x y/n#forsaken x you#roblox x reader#roblox#roblox forsaken x reader#roblox forsaken#taph forsaken#taph roblox#taph x reader#Taph x you#taph x y/n
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can you do george clarke headcannons please i absolutely loved your arthur hill ones 🙈🙈
HEADCANNONS •
G. CLARKE



SUMMARY ౨ৎ in which deejay imagines what george clarke would be like as a boyfriend. #parasocialcore
WARNINGS ʚ fem!reader mentioned, but you can just ignore it, it's only really in one line. fluff ! tooth rotting fluff. mentions of argument. nsfw (is labelled beforehand)
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i think he is a very teasy bf. constantly making fun and teasing you, but you do the same to him so it's okay 🤗
i don't know about pda, i think he'd prefer to cuddle and things in private, but he'd like a hand holding, or arm around your shoulder after a few drinks!
invites you to every possible video idea. he makes any excuse to hang around you, despite the fact that before the relationship he was so nervous talking to you
he's the type to hold your waist when kissing you, while you hold his face. i think if he did hold your face, it'd be like a hook under the chin kinda thing
will give u piggy back rides 24/7
big kitchen dancer guy. sticks music on and forces you to dance around with him!! your tired and probably have no coordination, but he looks at you with the most love every time 🤗
he loves streaming, but it always makes him feel bad because he doesn't want you to think he likes it more than hanging around with you. you obviously encourage him to stream anyway, because he loves it, but he cuddles you extra close after every time. he makes sure to ask you if you're okay 5+ times. "you sure you aren't upset?" "george, shut up and go to sleep"
big spoon 100%. maybe little spoon after a few drinks, but big spoon sober. he likes to lay on your chest, however if it's in the living room, the most cuddles you'll probably get it legs draped over his lap, and his hand slowly massaging / rubbing your knees.
i think if you were to have an argument, he's the first to say sorry. as stubborn as he is, he'd do anything to keep you happy, and if admitting that he's wrong is the only way to do that, he'd come around eventually.
flowers. loads. ranging from cheap pink flowers to the most expensive roses, he loves to give u flowers!
very cheesy dates too. fancy dinners, or pizza on the beach in the sunset, he absolutely loves it!!
i think he'd prefer to get his own place with you, but doesn't want to move too quick, so will stay with chris and arthur until you hit maybe the one year mark. then he'd be hinting at finding a house together.
he knows so much about you, things that you genuinely dont even remember telling him. you'll go out, and he's the first to buy you a drink, without even asking what you want. he'll go to the shops, and buy you you're favourite chocolate or sweets, without even asking if you wanted any. he knows your favourite flowers, restaurant, city, EVERYTHING!!
i think in vlogs and stuff, he's very flirty, making jokes about 'having a crush' on you, however doesn't ever really confirm anything to his fans. you both agree it's best to keep it private, especially with how crazy his fans can get.
NSFW !!
i think he can be very vanilla. he tends to take more control, however isn't really into the whole dom/sub play.
he's a grunter. i don't think he enjoys moaning, as he goes all red in the face, but he'll give you the occasional "fucking hell" or "you're so gorgeous"
loves a blowjob. that's all i have to say on that really. he just seems like the type.
i also think he loves cowgirl, his hands bruising your hips!
big munch, usually before the actual action happens, but loves to eat you out !! one of his hands is holding your hips down, while the other spreads your legs open, gripping onto your thigh.
not big on public sex, only ever really enjoys it in the bedroom, or maybe the shower, but even then it isn't his favourite place.
#fluff#oneshot#chrismd#arthur hill#george clarke#george clarkey#headcanons#oneshots#ukyt#george clarke x reader#george clarkey x reader#youtuber#headcannons#love#smut#shiftblr#george clarke fics#george clarke fanfic#george clarke fluff
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strawberry shortcake 🍓
Rodrick <33

₊˚⊹ ♡. Rodrick Heffley is certainly not a planner, he never has been. He spends plenty of time agonizing over how exactly he's gonna blow your socks off on the big day, but when he's ready to start planning, he realizes that it's two days away. He scrapes together the couple bucks in his wallet, some change from his dorm room couch (and you're 99% sure he took some money from Greg's piggy bank,) to present you on Valentine's Day with a grand total of: a beanie-baby stuffed animal, a box of candy hearts, a mostly-crushed bouquet of flowers from the gas station, and a hand-burned CD with the title "jams 4 hot gf" scrawled across the front in his inexcusably terrible handwriting. He's basically grinding his toe into the dirt all shy-like when he gives them to you, giving you a classic "I know it's not much, but—" though you cut him off by throwing your arms around his neck and hugging him so hard he makes an oof noise, the wind knocked out of him.
The two of you make an appearance at your favorite date spot—an extremely sketchy, extremely sticky bowling alley where three of the lanes are perpetually closed, and the lights in the attached arcade flicker ominously. Your squeals and his laughter echo off the wood-paneled walls, and for your whole game (him appearing on the scoreboard as RODPRICK and you as THE BABE,) it feels like you're the only two people on the whole planet. Rodrick insists on winning you a stuffed animal from the claw machine, and you put on an oscar-winning performance of being equally as excited every time he tries, and equally as shocked and disappointed every time it slips from the metal grasp. You rub his back consolingly as you walk away once his pockets are officially empty, and he slings an arm over your shoulders as he mutters, "at least you got the beanie baby" with a defeated shake of his head.
You almost let out a little sniffle at the card he gives you (it takes you a couple tries to read it cause good lord, his handwriting really is awful,) which says "ur way too cool and hot and smart for me, but i'm glad u haven't realized that yet. happy valentine's day babe :)" accompanied by the worst drawing of you two as stick figures you've ever seen. He even plays you an extremely sincere but terribly loud love song on the drum set in the communal music room, and the two of you get promptly kicked out halfway through. Ending the day with your face buried in his hoodie, watching some stupid movie, the whole day having cost probably $30 total, you hum against his lips when he kisses you and think about how it was kind of the best day you've ever had. Sure, it made it glaringly obvious that Rodrick Heffley is a total disaster—but c'mon, he's your disaster.
#this ended up being a lot longer than i meant it to be cause it kinda sounds like the best day ever LMAO#i'm standing outside rodrick's bedroom w a boombox#snow’s scrumptious v day event ₊˚⊹ ♡#thinking: rodrick heffley ₊˚⊹ ♡#rodrick x reader#rodrick heffley x reader#rodrick heffley one shot#rodrick heffley imagine#rodrick heffley fanfiction#rodrick imagines#rodrick fanfic#rodrick heffley#doawk rodrick#diary of a wimpy kid rodrick#rodrick x y/n#rodrick heffley x you#rodrick heffley x y/n#rodrick heffley drabble#rodrick heffley x fem!reader#rodrick heffley x female reader
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jj being so insanely whipped for kook gf reader and getting made fun of by the pogues since he's always claimed to hate kooks
jj maybank x kook!reader headcannons 𐙚
𐙚 you guys met at a kegger. he was chatting it up with you when sarah wondered over, and greeted you upon recognizing you from the kook academy.
𐙚 when he learned you were a kook he was pissed and upset. even so, he followed u on instagram and couldn't help but scroll through all of your pics and like them all.
𐙚 he kept going to the country club just to see you as you were a hostess. he'd purchase a diet cola and spend basically all of his earnings doing this damn near every day just to see you.
𐙚 when sarah invited you over for a hang out, he would tease you and mock your kookiness, but that was before he truly got to know you. before he got to know that you were different.
𐙚 you were proper and liked being treated like a princess. however, despite your money, you didn't care or like the rivalry between kooks and pogues, even though you did appreciate the pearl necklace you always wear around your neck. you were a nice, caring, and soft person. he became incredibly fond of you, but was unable to express his feelings in words.
𐙚 it started with jj pampering you the more you were around or the more he saw you at the boneyard. tying your shoe laces. holding you piggy back/ bridal style if you were too drunk or got too tired to walk.
𐙚 john b pushed him to take you on a date. maybank style. a simple picnic on the beach. he confessed his feelings for you and of course you felt the same.
𐙚 he became sooooo whipped and obsessed with you. like he literally stopped getting into fights at keggers bc all he can do is stare at you and follow you around like a puppy.
𐙚 he would steal for you. the first time he stole you a bracelet, you chided him for it. this lead to a breakdown, and him being truly vulnerable with anyone for the first time. he expressed how he didn't feel worthy of you because he was poor and a screw up. but you would change these feelings.
𐙚 despite your love of being pampered, you enjoyed treating him like a princess even more. face masks. combing his hair. creating a whole skin care routine for him. he even let you paint his nails.
𐙚 he would become putty around you. he loved the gentleness and consciousness you exuded. he loved your soft forehead kisses. how, despite your knowledge of his past and his family history, you took the time to know him, and always would defend him to fellow kooks.
𐙚 he couldn't keep his hands off of you. he always needed to be holding at least your pinky finger. or you needed to be on his lap. or his head needed to be in the crook of your neck, silently demanding some head stratches.
𐙚 he'd become less reckless and more careful with his money. he worked so hard and spent less on beer and weed to treat you to a fancy dinner or actually buy you jewelry. or even make it for you. while you still wore your pearls, your hand also adorned a ring he mended for you out of a spare metal part.
𐙚 so yeah, it was safe to say he no longer hated kooks. not all of them, anyway. the pogues would always rag on him for how pussy whipped he was for you. he'd roll his eyes and flip them off bc honestly he didn't care.
𐙚 "whatever," he'd say. "have you seen my girl?!"
#jj maybank#outer banks#jj maybank x reader#soft!jj#bf!jj maybank#jj maybank x kook!reader#kook!reader#jj x kook!reader#jj obx imagine#jj obx#obx fic#obx pogues
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all sides of you!
the five love languages rin shows to you
itoshi rin x reader: fluff, hcs/drabble, not proofread, likes n reblogs are appreciated <3
words of affirmation
- at the beginning, i think hes a lot more averse to saying romantic stuff so its more of in a long term/after months of dating
- mainly leaves sticky notes/passes notes during class/at home with what he wants to say ar rhe beginning
- after a while tho, he’ll try to at least praise you/compliment you irl then slowly tell you he loves you (altho rarely at the beginning)
- has a bunch of scribbled notes he never passed to you all filled with confessions/ things he wants to say that he eventually says at the back of his closet in a box (because he thinks its sentimental)
- a lot better at expressing his feelings and can say them without freaking out internally or stuttering before giving up and calling you a mean nickname to neutralise the compliment
- believes in a speak not tell but he knows communication is key so he’ll try his best so bear with him
- slowburn moment for this but its 100% worth it when he comes home from competition and all he can say is repeatedly whisper i love u into your ear as he pulls you closer into his embrace
physical touch
- again, at first hes a bit touch averse / awkward with hugs/kisses but after a while of dating..
- 100% super clingy esp after coming back from competition/bllk : his hands have to be somewhere on your skin, doesnt matter where hes not picky
- has to sleep with you, hugging you like youre his plushie (drools a little too btw)
- links pinky when you guys walk together doeznt matter where “you’ll get lost” excuse except his entire face goes pink at the touch of your hands
- really likes kissing your neck, he thinks its rlly cute when he can hear you & esp if it leaves a mark :p
- has piggy-backed you before even when youre not lying about your shoes hurting or being tired to be carried by him
- enjoys being babied ngl like he loves it sm when you pepper his face with kisses while he just lies there or when you comb his hair with your fingers: he feels like hes in heaven esp after stressful days
quality time
- tries to see you everyday : either through school/going to yours/his house, dates, or even facetime call
- calls you every night when hes overseas btw and during breaks he’ll try to text you back n reply to your messages
- the type to make up excuses just to hang out with you like “oh i need to get new shoes, come with me” even though he has 2038839 different pairs and then have to huy another one because he cant be caught (you can tell)
- wld go on “study” dates where he just stares at you 3/4 of rhe time and actually doesnt finish any of his “assignments”
- has gone on hangouts where both of you just chill in silence n rlly likes it because theres no pressure to do anything and its kind of calming/relaxing esp after having to deal with teammates n whatnot during work
- wld watch you play games/do anything while he sits beside you, just enjoying your company even if he craves a little more but thats alright by him
acts of service
- lowkey such an act of service guy like even pre-relationship even if he makes excuses for him bc hes trying to be #idgaf
- the type to rush to your home with meds/food/everything if you text him youre sick after missing school
- i feel like. he just kind of enjoys the peacefulness of like cleaning and would do it whenever hes stressed (ignoring the loud music he listens to)
- would bring your necessities sometimes, and ends up at some point lending a hairtie to reo (he has a pack of hair ties bought for you at all times)
- anytime he goes out to get food/on the way home, he’ll always get a portion of what youd like just in case, and doeznt mind just eating it as leftover if you dont want it
- has a notepad on his phone on your favourite orders (drinks, meals, desserts etc)
- if youre forgetful, he’ll text you to remind you : whether that be to attend events/eat lunch at proper times/buy something
- would go back to the store if he didn’t buy what you wanted/if you wanted something else without any hesitation as long as it makes you smile even if he doesn’t admit it
- would learn how to take pictures for you on his own accord : you didn’t even realise until one day you pass him your digicam and suddenly he was an expert photographer compared to just months ago when. you started dating where his hand was blocking the camera
giving gifts
- has a matching necklace with you at all times and its his lucky charm and he’ll 100% kiss it before a game / when he wins the game
- shared wishlist on online stores except he stalks through yours and buys them for you randomly to surprise you
- if you have something spoiled/doesnt work as well, doesnt matter if its a home appliance/jeans that don’t fit etc, he’ll buy one for you without any hesitation when he goes out/on his phone
- gets you trinkets/keychains/stuff that reminds him of you including any sanrio/anime/designs you like / even your favourite food ie. chocolates/candies/chips from different countries he goes to for matches
- would notice if you wore his gifts or not and try to buy more things that you like more ie. if you like silver accessories more, he’ll buy more of those
- even during school days, he would 100% blow his money on arcades if you like to play claw machine/those rhythms games and watch you play and sometimes if you don’t get it, he’ll try to get them after his football training for you and pass it to you as nonchalantly as you can the next day
- always buys matching things: that bracelet he bought you? yup he has an exact pair in his drawers, feels its more meaningful and intimate
- if you ever ask for anything, just know he’s willing to give you that and the whole world and even the whole galaxy
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#itoshi rin x reader#rin itoshi x reader#rin x reader#itoshi rin fluff#rin.<3#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#bllk fluff
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hiii r u taking requests! if so can you do enhypen reaction where you call them in danger and they get super panicked
pick up- enhypen texts + scenarios

a/n: HI ANON! i am always taking requests :) i hope you like it!!!!!!
warnings- dangerous scenarios, one reader gets followed, another one burns her hand, they aren’t dark at all tho :) nothing triggering
MASTERLIST
jungwon-

you had called jungwon a few minutes ago while walking home and you felt the presence of someone else. it was unusual for you to be walking home late from a study session and other students did too. however your intuition was raising red flags.
- “y/n are you okay? are you safe?” jungwon was panicking, you could hear it in his voice. you knew if he could he would drive over at this moment.
- “i’m okay. i just made it back to my abode. i’m just really shaken up i’m sorry for scaring you and calling you when you were working.”
- “baby please don’t ever apologize, you were scared and i’m glad you come to me for stuff like this.” you heard rustling on his end as you safely locked your door behind you. jungwon spoke up again, “i’m coming over with snacks and stuff. i’ll be there in 15.”
heeseung-

you were home alone for the first time in years and heard people yelling loudly outside. usually your friend would be home with you but they were off with their family which left you by yourself. during the day you didn’t mind but at night it was different. when you peeked out your window the people were fighting and it scared you. leading you to call heeseung.
- “i’m on my way right now. why didn’t you tell me you were home alone?” heeseung got right to the point when you answered his call.
- “i’m sorry i didn’t think that it was important and i didn’t want you to get in trouble if you came over and-“
- “i don’t care about that. are the people still outside?” heeseung was rushing you could tell.
- “no….”
- “okay i am still on the way. stay on the phone for me pretty.”
jay-

your hand was on fire, quite literally for a few seconds. and pick up the phone when jay called you back. which led him to rushing over to your home and using his key. immediately he rushed over to you and put your hand under the kitchen sink water. your burns weren’t horrible but they were pretty bad. jay swiftly picked you up and sat you down on the counter so he could wrap your hand.
- “i’m sorry i called when you were with your mom….” you mumbled into his shoulder. you were panicking and that alone made you exhausted.
- “i’m not mad at all baby i promise. is the bandage too tight?”
- you shook your head no and places small kisses on the side of his neck. you were too tired and overwhelmed to thank him. he knew and just swiftly carried you to your room.
jake-

the first mistake your made was even going to this party. it was a stupid idea and you got roped in. so when the cops showed up and you scaled a wall, breaking your nail, scraping your knees, and falling into a rose bush , you immediately called jake.
- “okay where are you right now?” jake asked, you could hear his pants, jogging to your location on the life 360. he asked you to get it so he could see how close or far you two were always.
- “i’m now sitting next to the rose bu-“
- “ah i see you!” you saw jake jog up to you and kneel, “hop on. i’ll piggy back you to my dorm and we will get you all cleaned up okay?”
sunghoon-

normally you don’t call sunghoon without asking first. it was just a thing you both did. so when you called he was immediately concerned.
- “baby can you hear me ? are you okay?” sunghoon frantically asked when you picked up.
- “i’m okay…. i just got scared because there was a loud noise in the library i’m sorry i panicked. you’re away again and i got paranoid without you.” you whispered into the phone. sunghoon tried not to softly smile, he missed you so much.
- “im here princess. talk to me tell me about your day. please.”
sunoo-

your day was terrible. the week prior you and sunoo got caught getting coffee at 4am, and your face was covered thankfully, however, engenes are still sometimes crazy so you were paranoid. when you went to get groceries today, you had a couple of them go up to you and ask about your keychain. which was in the photo. obviously you played dumb but it was still scary.
- “they asked about your keychain? why don’t you take it off now?” sunoo asked, you were putting groceries away now.
- “you got it for me when you went to italy. i don’t want to take it off it reminds me of you.” you said and reached the top shelf.
- sunoo smiled to himself, “i’ll get you a new one. i’ll get you as many as you want.”
riki-

you and riki had gone out to a themepark. no one knew except staff and the other members, you wanted a date and something nice to do since you both don’t get this a lot. the day was going great, and you both didn’t have a care in the world at the moment. at some point you both took bathroom breaks and were separated. as you waited by the men’s bathroom you decided to check your phone for the first time in hours. you saw tweets from a few seconds ago and they were of you, and riki. your eyes widened and you immediately went to a nook of the amusement park to call him. wanting to just hide away.
- “y/n where are you? you were supposed to be waiting for me outside of the bathroom? y/n what is going on?” he was looking for you frantically, if riki lost you at this park he didn’t know what he would do.
- “i’m between these two buildings and and-“ you were stuttering, you yelped when you felt someone pull you into their embrace, “please don’t hurt me!”
- riki looked down at you confused, “y/n it’s me? what happened?” you looked up at him blinking and showing your phone to him which had the screenshotted tweets.
- “fuck…”
#enhypen texts#enha texts#enhypen imagines#enha imagines#enhypen scenarios#enha scenarios#jungwon texts#jungwon imagines#jungwon x reader#heeseung texts#heeseung imagines#heeseung x reader#jay park x reader#jay park imagines#jay park texts#jake sim texts#jake sim imagines#jake sim x reader#sunghoon imagines#sunghoon texts#sunghoon x reader#sunoo texts#sunoo imagines#sunoo x reader#nishimura riki texts#nishimura riki imagines#nishimura riki x reader#jungwon smau#heeseung smau#jake sim smau
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Can u please write some nico bf headcanons? :DDD I love your writing
nicholas &team bf headcannons
pairing nicholas!&team x reader
warnings none😛
notes THABK YOU 🙏 lmk who i should write about next😏also i need to start writing an actual imagine not just texts and headcannons ugh
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nicholas, who’s the most chalant nonchalant boyfriend
nicholas, who loves quality time with you — it doesn’t matter if you’re interacting, or just in the same room, him just knowing that you’re there brings him a sense of comfort
nicholas, who jokingly bickers with you so much to the point where his members think you’re actually arguing, although you both know it’s always a joke
nicholas, who always offers to give you piggy back rides when you’re feeling to tired to walk, and of course you always accept
nicholas, who isn’t big on pda, but as soon as you’re alone together he can’t keep his hands away from you
nicholas, who surprisingly remembers every little thing about you, even the small details you told him months prior
nicholas, who’s very competitive but sometimes lets you win, depending on how nice he’s feeling that day
nicholas, who will buy you your favorite takeout food and watch your favorite movie with you whenever you’re having a bad day
#&team#&team nicholas#&team x reader#&team imagines#&team jo#&team maki#&team ej#&team harua#&team k#&team taki#&team fuma#&team yuma#&team smut#&team scenarios#&team headcanons#&team soft thoughts#&team soft hours#&team reactions#&team angst#&team deer hunter#&team fanfic#&team fluff#&team masterlist
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Hello
Can u make bucci gang x reader who is short and tiny and just fluff headcanons ?
Of course! Such a cute request :) ❤️
Giorno:
He doesn't pay much attention to height in a partner, but still thinks it's cute that you're quite short compared to him.
Being quite the gentleman, he avoid ever pointing it out directly as he's afraid he might offend you.
Loves having you sit on his lap and braiding your hair, he finds it really intimate.
Has a personal tailor that makes you whatever piece of clothing you may want, in case you're not able to find your size in stores.
He's often giving life to small animals and plants because they remind you of him. You see them floating or walking close to you quite often.
Prefers to always have you very close when you're in public, it gives him the sensation that he can "protect" you better.
Bruno:
Similar to Giorno, height doesn't really influence his preference for a partner, but it's something he still finds attractive when it concerns you, and you alone.
Loves patting your head, he does it nearly instinctively. He offers to brush your hair if he accidentally messed it up.
Another one who doesn't comment on or tease you for your height, it's not like you get to control it.
He picks up things from high shelves and places before you can even ask him to. He just always happens to know what you need or want.
Teaches you some self-defense techniques in case someone thought you were an "easy target" because of your figure.
Forehead kisses are a must. He adores grabbing you gently by your chin, lifting your head up and then kissing you.
Mista:
I'm sorry but won't hear the end of it from this guy. He's constantly joking about your height, how small you are and sending you those videos of tiny kittens saying "Is this you?"
Still though, it's always in a very lighthearted way, he'd never try to actually offend you.
Actually, he likes the way you look a lot. He has a weakness for petite girls and thinks you're absolutely beautiful.
And he always makes sure to remind you of that. He calls you pretty and hot more times than you can count.
He constantly rests his chin on top of your head when you're distracted and then chuckles like an idiot.
He'll randomly pick you up and carry you like a sack of potatoes. Once you tell him to cut it off, he'll keep on holding you like a normal person.
The pistols find you extremely cute and are all very fond of you.
Narancia:
He's...Well, very insecure about his height himself, genetics wasn't very kind to him and living in the streets probably didn't help much with his growth.
He's actually really relieved by your appearance because at least you won't shame him for being short.
And, of course, he'd never do that either. He thinks that you being so short just makes you even more adorable and perfect for cuddles.
He adores how even your own bodies seemed to be made for one another.
Loves hugging you tightly from behind and sweetly kissing the crook of your neck.
Can't get stuff for you from high shelves (rip) but he'll pick you up on his shoulders so you can reach them piggy-back style.
Always holds your hand or maintains physical contact with you in one way or another whenever you're in a crowd. He's lowkey afraid he's going to lose you otherwise.
Yes, it's partly an excuse to just keep you close.
Fugo:
Bro had not even registered that you were tiny before you (or someone else) pointed it out to me.
He's just incredibly oblivious to most physical aspects of a person. Give him a moment, he's still wrapping his head around the fact that someone as amazing as you would want to be with him in the first place.
Your height was just never much of a concern to him.
Still though, once he actually acknowledges it, it only makes him realize even more how beautiful you are.
He's in awe with how dainty and delicate you look.
Loves gently wrapping his arms around and and kissing you softly (though quite shyly) on your lips.
He goes crazy on the inside whenever you rest your head on his shoulder. In his eyes, you somehow manage to look even sweeter and he just wants to keep you safe.
Would like to compliment you more for your look, but is often scared you might think he's teasing you.
Abbacchio:
Even if he doesn't say it out loud, he likes being the tallest member of the team. Together with his general appearance, his height helps him intimidate anyone he doesn't like.
Though, having you now as his partner, he's afraid he might scare YOU, and he'd never want that.
He's glad to see you don't seem bothered by your height different. He thinks it's a bit funny how small you look from his perspective, but he'd never actually tell you.
He's a bit grumpy about it, but he secretly adores carrying you around bridal style. You feel so lightweight to him, dude could pick you up with one hand.
Not super fond of cuddles, but he can't say he minds when you cling to him. You're the only person he's really delicate with.
People often don't believe you're together because of how different you look. He kindly tells tell to mind their fucking business.
Not really fluff but...

Trish:
Trish is average height for a girl, maybe slightly above.
Still though, that doesn't stop her from sometimes lightly joking about your stature, always highlighting the (arguably not that big) difference between you.
She finds your appearance extremely attractive and thinks you're the prettiest, girl she's ever seen.
She loves having you rest your head on her lap while she tells you about her day. She think it makes you look even smaller and, by extension, cuter.
Often grabs you by your waist and holds you close for quite a while.
She insist that the two of you often go shopping together. She's always recommending and buying you clothes and makeup that she thinks will compliment your look perfectly.
She's always right.
#jojo#jojo's bizarre adventure#jojo's bizarre adventure x reader#giorno giovanna#giorno x reader#giorno giovanna x reader#bruno bucciarati x reader#bucciarati bruno#bucciarati x reader#guido mista#guido mista x reader#mista x reader#narancia ghirga#narancia x reader#narancia ghirga x reader#leone abbacchio x reader#abbacchio leone#abbacchio x reader#fugo pannacotta x reader#fugo pannacotta#fugo x reader#trish una x reader#Trish una#trish x reader#vento aureo x reader#golden wind x reader
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...! bandaids and piggyback rides
►pairing :: yukimiya kenyu x short! reader (fem implied)
► synopsis: yukimiya kindly offers you a piggyback ride
► wc :: 907
► other :: we love gentlemen yukki!
slightly proof read
a/n :: im terrible at coming up with synopsis and titles </3
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the two of you pant, having to place your hands on your knees to catch your breath. the bus became smaller and smaller as it continued its route throughout the city.
you and yukimiya let out a long, heavy sigh.
“well, unfortunately for us, that was the bus” yukimiya exhaled, letting his shoulders fall. he thinks he hasn’t ran that fast since the U-20 match. even he’s surprised you managed to keep up with him all the way to the bus stop.
kicking off your non-broken in doc martens in annoynace. definitely not the smartest shoe choice for a long day of walking. 12,542 steps was the last number you remember checking the pedometer on your phone. and that was well over two hours ago. who knows how much pain you’ve put your poor feet to. “my feet are killing me!” you complained about throwing the pair of shoes towards the innocent bush. “yikes i think i have a blister or two.” you tenderly rub over your heel, “maybe even three.”
“hey! the bush has feelings too you know.” yukimiya mutters as he gathers your shoes, not before giving a small apology to the greenery. you let a small chuckle out from his actions.
you examined your skirt quickly, noticing how your fly had gone down. “oh let me fix my zipper real quick.” you tugged on the zipper as it wouldn’t budge. putting in too much force, it snapped in half. “great! i just needed another wardrobe malfunction to complete this day.” you complained folding over in despair.
“hey! you’re wearing a skirt don’t bend down like that.” he scolds, ushering over to cover you. “wait, don’t move.” yukimiya shakes off his denim jacket as he gently wraps the jacket around waist, making sure he doesn't make any touchy approaches. yukki would never want to make you uncomfortable after all.
your breath hitched as he came closer to your body. one inch closer and your face would’ve been buried into his neck. “i should just piggy back you home,” he suggests.
you give him a slight smile in compliance.
yukimiya bends down to your height as you climb onto his back. you let out a slight yelp when he eases you up to full height. in a panic, you wrap your arms around yukki’s neck to balance yourself. he sure hopes you don’t catch the faint pink of his ears.
“wow, so this is what the world looks like at 6 feet,” he chuckles at your response. absentmindedly, you rest your head against yukimiya’s shoulder, glancing up at the night sky. the inviting breeze blows against your face, eliciting a soft sigh.
yukimiya comes to a halt. “why are we stopping?” carefully, he eases you onto the bench in front of the family mart. “stay here, i have to buy something real quick.” you nod in response as yukimiya disappears into the convenience store.
minutes felt like hours as you attempted to turn on your phone before the dead battery sign showed up taunting you. you grumble at your phone and place it back down on the bench. trying to preoccupy yourself, your eyes wander to the trinket shop across the street. you giggle to yourself as your eyes land on a tarsier keychain near the storefront window. ‘he really does look like one.”
the bell rings and you whip your head to be met with yukimiya holding a box of bandaids and two ice cream bars. he unwraps the strawberry popsicle before handing it to you. you blush at the gesture, thinking how he made the effort to remember your favorite flavor.
“thanks yukki! you’re the best,” you exclaim. “you even got my favorite too!”
“yeah yeah, now let me see your feet,” carefully, yukimiya examines the damage before gently placing a blue band aid on both of your heels.
“soccer bandaids really?” you bite your lip stifling a laugh. “how ironic.”
he throws you a slight glare. “these were the only bandaids they had left, i swear.” rubbing his neck in embarrassment.
“i’m joking!” you lightly shove his shoulder. “besides, i’ll just think of you whenever i see them."
now, it was yukimiya’s turn to blush at your remark. he turned away trying to compose himself by adjusting his glasses and clearing his throat.
“have you ever had a list of backup plans if this whole soccer thing doesn’t work out? maybe you can become a doctor as a backup!” you joke.
he ruffles the top of your head in slight annoyance and half playfully. “nope, not a chance!”
“okay, hop back on let’s get you home,” you grumble before complying.
the warmth emitting from yukimiya was enough to lull you to sleep. the added cool breeze was a nice bonus. you sigh contently falling asleep on his back of all places.
yukimiya is glad that he's an athlete. if he wasn't, he thinks he would be as good as gone. who else would have the stamina and strength to walk well over 20 minutes? with a person on their back for that matter.
“okay, here’s your stop, miss!” yukimiya is met with silence. “y/n?” all yukimiya could hear was the soft snores coming from your mouth. he sighs before raising his hand to adjust the hair falling in front of your face, a fond smiling growing as he watches your peaceful, dream-like expression.
“what am i going to do with you?”
#youdthinkmyfirstpostwouldbenagi#yukimiya kenyu#yukimiya x reader#bllk x reader#bluelock x reader#yukimiya fluff#bllk yukimiya#blue lock oneshots#blue lock x you#blue lock season 2#☆⌒(ゝ。∂)
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h a u n t i n g d r e a m s 。 ‧ 𖦹 ° ‧



warnings: usual squid game angst, mentions of blood and death, ooc thanos, slight thumb sucking
You keep tossing and turning on the barely comfortable mattress of your bunk, unable to fall asleep.
Every time you close your eyes you see people getting shot, blood splattering everywhere and the screams getting louder in your head.
Unbeknownst to you, Thanos has been watching you for a while, his hands resting behind his head as he can't fall asleep either, maybe it's the fear or maybe the little pills he keeps popping into his mouth like they're bonbons.
Anyway, he keeps glancing at you, hearing the rustling from the thin bedsheets as you keep moving around, not being able to lay still for more than a minute.
"Pss, hey, senorita." He whispers to not wake any of the other players up.
You stop squirming instantly, turning your head to face him, feeling slightly embarrassed under his gaze as he sits up, adjusting the collar of his tracksuit jacket while smirking at you.
"Can't sleep?" He asks, already knowing the answer but still hoping you would talk to him so he can hear your soft voice.
You shake your head, nibbling anxiously on the nail of your thumb, refraining the urge to slip it into your mouth to soothe yourself like you usually do, not wanting to make yourself seem even more vulnerable than you already are.
He hums, looking around as if to make sure that nobody else is up before patting the spot beside him as a silent invitation.
You hesitate for a moment, gripping your blanket a little tighter as you contemplate whether to trust him or not, but he's been nothing but nice to you ever since you got here, even offering to protect you earlier.
"Come on..." He encourages you a little, waving you over. "Promise I don't bite."
Despite your better knowledge - and desperation to get a decent amount of sleep, you slowly get up from your bunk to hurry over to his with your blanket wrapped around your shoulders.
Thanos smiles in triumph, moving to lay back down so you can take the bit of space next to him, giving you no choice but to snuggle against him.
He can feel how stiff your body is, wrapping his arms around you, starting to drum his fingers against your back lightly.
Slowly but surely you start to relax for the first time since you got here, feeling strangely safe in his arms, which he quickly notices.
You reach up to fiddle with his cross necklace and are startled when he suddenly grabs your wrist, tsking softly.
"No touching. That's nothing for pretty flowers like you." He murmurs, his heart skipping a beat at the way you look at him with those doe eyes of yours before you glance back down on his hand that's wrapped around your wrist, eyeing the nail polish and rings in the faint golden light from the piggy bank that's hanging from the ceiling.
Without a word needing to be said he releases your wrist, bringing his hand up to your face, letting his thumb graze your bottom lip as you stare back up at him now with heavy eyelids.
He slowly eases his thumb into your mouth, feeling the way your body melts against him almost instantly as you softly start to suckle. "I told you...I can protect you if you let me."
A few minutes later you're out like a light, nuzzling even more against him in your sleep and keeping hold of his jacket loosely to ground yourself.
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I love the idea of humans being space orcs. I’ve always wondered about the potential differences between Hylians and Humans some of my ideas include:
Humans are heavier than Hylians (they have bird-like bones)
Hyrule is the lightest of the links since is half fairy (personal hc)
A hit that would break a Hylian’s bones, just majorly bruises a human
Reader can carry multiple small links or a bigger link
They are limited by the size of the Link being carried, not weight
Reader is shorter than Time (personal hc), so it’s a little awkward carrying him in smaller spaces
Can double carry (piggy back one Link on their back, carry another one on their front) easily
Will carry both Four and Hyrule, going through portals and after since they both get sick (personal hc)
I feel like Twilight would initially be the Link most resistant to being picked up, shaped as a Hylian or Wolfie, when they are first picked up. They just freeze for a solid minute or two before relaxing. He loves it after that.
More resistant to weather (heat & cold)
Have iron stomachs (compared to Hylians)
Humans can eat pretty much every plant and not get sick unlike their Hylian counterparts
Can easily eat Hyrule’s cooking, it may not taste as nice but it’s still edible
Wild pouring in Gordon spice is still palatable, like eating a dorito (not really spicy, just adds flavor)
As a population, humans expand faster (more fertile, pregnancy is shorter than Hylians)
It’ll blow their minds if you have 2+ siblings
I mean, is there even a large Hylian family (I think once I saw a family with 3 kids once?) (imagine if they saw the show 19+ kids and counting)?
Resistant to magic, but also can’t use any
Hyrule’s magic healing does nothing, good thing humans don’t get injured easily
It’s okay Rulie, it’s not your fault
Humans heal slower than Hylians (since in Wild’s world they can eat and instantly recover)
Hylian metal is thin compared to what humans use
I don’t know why, but I just imagine it like thick aluminum foil, very pliable, but resistant to cuts and stabs
Could you imagine human!reader finding a dent in Times armor, and just smoothing out the dent with their bare hands
Four is probably swooning in the background
Also shows how dangerous their enemies are compared to humans
Earth doesn’t have Hylian monsters, all of Earths monsters are just evil/bad humans
Wind is astonished you can swim against the tide with ease
Their Hyrule’s ocean currents are 1/2 as strong as Earths
Think of Hyrule’s stormy oceans as swimming in a strong lap pool (you know those small long skinny pools with a current so you can swim straight in them and go no where?)
To end all of this, could you just imagine, the Chain and human are fighting a group of monsters. Human’s sword breaks (one of Wild’s), so human throws the sword away, they look defenseless so the monsters target the, all Links are freaking out, so what does human do? They start punching, kicking, and decking every monster in the face. Turns out humans are Hylian One Punch Man (/men?). Their punches are lethal if it hits the right spot. Link (all of them) is dumbfounded, how are they that strong? Are our monsters weak to them? How strong are their monsters? They don’t have any?-well it makes sense,if all humans can do that then they clearly eradicated them all!
Sorry for taking all of your time and spamming you with my thoughts, I just love, love, LOVE, the idea of humans being space orcs to Hylians!!!
AHHHHH I cant believe so many ppl (like 3?) are into the humans are space orcs to Hylians AU :’)
erratic bits i wanna add on to ur incredible list u got going on here
Sun: Masc/Male!Reader (he/him)
Orbit: ERRATIC Headcanons, ADHD-influenced headcanons, if you will
Stars: little bit of all the Chain
Comets & Meteors: Content Warnings: mild typical loz violence, mild cussing, & Trigger Warnings: none known.
Please comment if I missed any. /gen
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I SUBCSCRIBEEE TO MAMMAL BASED HUMAN ANATOMY VS. AVIAN BASED HYLIANS
like how tf else u livin in the sky?? lol
or riding all those birds and creatures, like ofc u weigh on avg exactly 8 apples lmao (btw i got this from botw, where someone tested how much Link weighs for game physics and it was about 8 apples i think)
smth about u being a game nerd boy, may or may not be that fit, and yet goes to take a blow for a Link that had them all wincing, only to walk away with a nasty bruise like,
yes pls be impressed by me literal versions of Link from Legend of Zelda, along with now being real life heroes who have literally fought evil itself and won <3333
would literally start flexing my (nonexistent) muscles like LMAOO
that's going straight to my head ngl
like can u imagine the amount of times you have to resist just sweeping a Link up to princess carry them around?? like poor boy you've always done the princess carrying, allow me 🫴 (gentlemanly bows with hand out for him to take) LMAO
Gay tension thru the ROOF one time u playfully did this lol
some of them rlly out here trying to find a reason not to be picked up like??
Twilight: look u can pick me up, but im too big compared to you so it just wont work out…
You, seconds away from ur dream of picking up Twilight Princess Link, not about to stop now: SO WHAT ur bigger than me? All the more room to get a good hold on you babieee >:)
and Time,
Time: i have armor on, and im taller than you. itd be awkward, i can just lean on you until we can splint my ankl-
You: u think the little details gonna stop me? cute, get on my back rn. 😐
on another related carrying Links note,
BRO U BEAT ME TO IT!!
I thought as soon as I posted other ask abt this abt how Rulie/Four get sick and how others have had to carry them before,
but with you here??
Rulie and Four are livvinggggg >>>
so if we go on bird hylians theory, they actually have a higher body temp (bird base contribute to burning thru food quicker too? birds have a higher metabolism too right? would make more sense with how they consume food a lot for both healing and bc they hungrier more often than humans)
so u know that feeling of being nauseous, laying stomach down on the cold bathroom floor or smth and suddenly all ur problems are solved?
Hyrule and Four getting carried by u, their lovely Guide become physical, after portals ^^^
getting carried by u/physical affection from u is by far the best thing to come out of you becoming physical, all links have secretly decided lol
so unlike previous posts, if we’re being more true to humans are space orcs/australians tumblr side, i think I've heard over there abt eating/human diets being radically different a lot!
like how originally caffeine/capsican (the spicy part of peppers) was poison, or kept animals from eating that plant bc that was their defense,
then humans came along, said, “hm, makes my mouth tingle, more energy, i like it.”
and then made coffee, energy drinks, and a million spicy dishes/snacks worldwide lmao
anyway the Links are scared lol
esp after u talk abt stuff like this, or try Goron spice
my fav scifi idea thing i ran into somewhere was how these aliens gave their human meat to eat, human got curious (which, human curiosity a whole different beast of a post to get into, so many ideas)
and tried to gnaw on bones, like u do with stuff like ribs u know, and then broke the bone, found the marrow tasted great, and then the bone was so flimsy/broke down so much that they ate it too lol
So now, imagine the Chain did that to you LMAO
Four/Wild/Wind are fascinated by ur bone/jaw strength, Wars/Hyrule/Sky/Twi are mildly horrified but cant look away, Legend and Time are surprised but also at the stage of just acceptance of ur human bullshit lmao
unrelated to above, abt the fertility thing
one side of my family is super big (mom is 1 of 5, one of which is her identical twin) then each of them had about 3 kids, then some of my cousins are now having their own 1-2 kids, along with some of my adopted cousins thrown in/somebodies stepkids or like divorced situation where they sometimes show up to this side of the family, like 💀
Chain want to hear everything about ur family ngl if ur in a situation like this lol
the absolute shock on their faces after u tell them about twins/triplets/quintuplets/etc. existing lol
Bro, the amount of things I could talk abt with magic resistant reader pros/cons, like have u ever seen that in animes before? where it'll have a character who can negate stuff?
its so OP, it might just be worth not being able to use their magic much in hyrule
so i included that gif bc a scenario i can totally see happening that i didnt get to include in other posts is a guardian firing a laser at you and it just,, bounces off
or gets kinda absorbed, like maybe you got the equivalent burn of like touching a hot pan, stings for like an hour then is gone by the end of the day
Wild would literally not let go of you or let you out of his sight if he saw that happen poor thing ToT
Guardians were already so tricky for the Chain, esp black blooded (robots have blood? unclear)
then ur ass shows up all heat resistant to their world, and ur slow ass gets got by the beam, everyone’s horrified and poor boys are regretting you ever getting a physical form, bro you think your dead-
and then u just sit up, chest kinda burny, but just like described above, not even a real burn
even better, the guardian takes out ur weapon and u just have to like, square up to a guardian ASFHLJSL-
tbh most battles ur absolutely set,
u got magic resistance, so like wizzrobes who are all magic-based do nothing to you, u can literally punch ur way out a situation, as long as u keep ur guard up ur good, but even if u get hit physically, like u said, bruises at worst, bc at worst in a battle you'd get a broken bone
maybe if something had the strength to like, sever a limb, a step up from broken bones, then they manage to actually bruise u badly + cut you or smth
so basically ur biggest challenge in battles is working up the courage to get into them LMAO
like u know that thing from Oot with the bloody hands and shit?? dead hand or redead or smth?? skulltulas???? (esp if u have phobias related to it, like having arachnophobia like me for skulltulas💀)
Chain: Charge! cmon Guide!
You: I got your back girl! …from over here!
ur so perfect for fighting and ur biggest obstacle is just how fucking terrifying fighting that shit irl would be 😭 😭
the Links don't give u battle advice really, they instead just have to encourage you so you'll be less afraid and can fight LMAO
(makes sense to them tho bc ur world doesn't have these same monsters, most of them tbh would've had a harder time relating before this adventure, bc now they get to a new hyrule with entirely diff monsters they can relate more lol)
(Oh, and yes. Four is honest to god falling in love with you all over again seeing you sharpen edges of swords by pinching ur fingers, or dipping ur hand in lava casually to help the harder metals soften, or smooth out dents in armor. Time may have also felt some type of way the first time you reached out and smoothed a dent right in the middle of his chest.)
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could've said SO much more, but my ideas sometimes go too quick for my fingers to type, so this was all i could catch for now
dw ill never shut up about this AU so ill prob get them all out eventually, GOD i wanna write a male!reader fic with this so bad
but i keep forcing myself to at least finish 1/3 fics im updating rn before i launch into another lol
TYSM for this!!
I LOVE hearing ppls idea abt this AU, esp if u include male/gen neutral reader, like just take my heart ig <333
Sorry abt the late reply btw!! :’(
Peace out Daicinia,
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can u do chris bf headcanons
boyfriend headcanons • chris sturniolo
a/n: ofc pookie!! thank you for the request🫶
warnings: none
- chris would try to act a bit more “chill” and “nonchalant” before you guys date, but once it’s official he turns into the sweetest boy ever. he becomes almost soft spoken when it comes to you and you only.
- he goes to you for fashion advice since he can’t really match clothes. you take him shopping and dress him up in a way that he’s comfortable with but also looks so fine. he might even make one of those tiktoks “my style before and after my gf.” he also loves matching with you for sure.
- speaking of clothes, he LOVESSS when you wear his shirts and hoodies. it doesn’t matter if they’re baggy, tight, or well-fitted on you, he just thinks you look so beautiful in his clothes and he thinks it’s cute how giggly you get and how you burry your face in them admiring his lingering scent. he’ll let you keep your fav hoodie of his too.
- he cannot go to sleep without you. we all know how he’s always sleeping in nick and matt’s rooms, but ever since you got together, he only sleeps in his bed, yours, or the couch but you HAVE to be there or else what else is he gonna cuddle??
- his favourite is when he’s the small spoon laying on top of you and resting his head on your chest (not for that reason but it’s def a bonus) and you playing with his hair till he falls asleep. if he wakes up and you’re separated he’ll whine and cuddle closer to you.
- i think it’s a given that he likes when you play with his hair, it’s his weakness fr. but sometimes when you’re bored you start braiding his hair or trying different hairstyles on him like man bun, piggy tails, space buns or your personal favourite half up half down with some strands falling out. he acts like he’s annoyed when you do this but he melts at the feeling of your fingers in his hair.
- he’ll just be looking up with heart eyes at you focusing so hard to perfect the hair style for him and secretly smiling every time you get excited at how cute he looks and the little kisses you cover his face with. he’s so whipped it’s crazy.
- he’s a part of the sassy men apocalypse idc. being in a relationship with chris is mostly joking around and poking fun at each other. so when he’s in a goofy mood and you shrug him off bc you’re busy or not focused he’ll go “oh so you don’t love me anymore?? i see.”
- “babe literally what’s more important than me rn this is insanity.” you always call each other bro but when hes feeling sassy and you call him bro he’ll say, “are you bro/friend zoning me rn. what the fuck.” and sometimes he doesn’t even respond and just crosses his arms dramatically looking away until you say his name or “babe/baby”
- he takes pictures of things he noted you like before eg. the sky, sunsets, flowers, cats, etc. and sends them to you bc it reminds him of you and he knows how excited you get over them.
- he’s a mama’s boy i stand by that, so it’s important for him that you get along with mary lou, which you do! mary lou loves you so much he starts to get jealous of both of you because you’re “stealing” his mom and you’re spending more time with her that chris starts to miss you.
- i feel like in general chris is a bit touch deprived, like in vids he’s always reaching for his brothers’ hands or resting on them, hugging them, leaning on them when laughing etc. now that he has you, you get all these little touches, playing with your fingers subconsciously, tracing circles on your thighs occasionally squeezing it, rests his arms on your shoulder when you’re standing somewhere, always hugging and kissing you on the cheek, forhead, corner of your lips, and even boops your nose sometimes 😭.
- he definitely is always looking at you with loving heart eyes all the time that fans start to make edits of “the way he looks at you” and you both eat them up.
- when he’s sick he turns into a literal child, you have to baby him or else you’ll never hear the end of his whining and complaining. but it’s okay bc when you’re sick he does the same.
- overall that man is just whipped for you fr and his brothers tease him for it sometimes but he doesn’t care (he literally punches their arm almost every time and tells them to shut up but we move!)
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