#im freaking shrinking

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

[Talking about Nicks pranks] Nick is like he's fucking fantastic at it. -Lamorne

[cattoru]

DO U UNDERSTAND ? THIS IS THE ONLY CLIP THAT MATTERS

[eddie-rifff]

being mentally ill is like. the worst

[ozcarr-remade]

Me, after my 3rd super invasive medical procedure: hmm well. Hope the 4th one fixes me ig

[brights-place]

Dating Clay

- Not me giggling and kicking my feet IM SO NORMAL ABOUT CLAY GUYS DEF!

- CLAY IS LIKE THE SHOULDER TO LEAN ON IN THE RELATIONSHIP WHILE YOUR THE CHAOTIC BALL OF ENERGY HE LOVES JAGSOWBD

- Clay may use to be the funny one but he’s definitely smart (HE’S AN LICENSED CPA PUT SOME RESPECT ON HIS NAME FOOL!)

- Clay when first seeing you when he first arrived to putt putt village he was in awe.

- you were like Viva but… 100X More energetic which was terrifying to him at first

- Wondered how an troll like you had so much energy.

- Multiple things caught his attention about you… too many things…

- You where electric and hyper yet soothe and calming when needed to be he witnessed that when you comforted an troll who was having an panic attack

- He was in awe at how quick you switched up

- What he also noticed about you was that your pupils would grow about something you like or are daydreaming and shrink back when your brain is like being deep fried with information

- He giggled at how your doe eyes grow

- you were the one that made his romper outfit as an welcome gift and he cherished it.

- He enjoys the fact that you know all the choreography to the brozone songs and mainly his parts but wouldn’t speak up about it cause he was still in his ‘I don’t wanna talk about my past’ era

- Clay is VERY Petty (We all saw how he was with John Dory) now imagine that if you did something bad…

- You’d literally bother him so he can go back to talking to you and not be an petty tall shi-

- AHEM! Anywyasssss Clay would notice the smallest details about you and how your emotions shift abit before going back to normal in situations.

- overtime he got used to it and even got used to you kicking open the admin room with your foot just to annoy him and rant to him about the dumbest things or just about something you enjoy.

- He had written an schedule about when you enter take up his time then leave and would always keep that space and time open just for you and would stay in the same spot for an moment waiting for you to enter and as soon as you enter he starts the timer.

- He fell first and you fell harder

- He realised his emotions about you and went to Viva about it

- Viva couldn’t stop squealing loudly

- Her TWO best-friends liking each-other was everything to her

- She literally plotted and sketchbooked ideas on how Clay would confess

- Clay would seek out his brothers help since viva’s plans where… So corny

- His brothers helped him out to try ask you out and gave tips and comforted him when he freaked out abit

- “WHAT IF THEY DON’T LOVE ME BACK?! IM SO SCARED WHAT IF IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH?! WHAT IF THEY DONT LOVE ME JUST THE WAY I AM?!”

- He freaked out and started clutching his chest that Floyd had to soothe him which worked pretty well.

- Literally forgot everything he was taught once he saw you again

- He loves your hair, your eyes, personality and how you currently where cheering and dancing to some music

- tried to confess to you and failed miserably

- YOU WERE OBLIVIOUS

- He tried about Two times to confess to you but failed

- Literally ended up saying “Dude I like this person but every time I try to confess to them they don’t even know what’s going on” “Yikes dude just straight up tell them!” “okay”

- He literally confessed as you nodded saying that’s how it was suppose to go.

- Man had to grab you by the shoulders and speak slowly “I Like You”

- Flustered mess THE BOTH OF YOU

- You went on an few dates before starting to go out on your third date when you kissed him by accident cause he got you some flowers

- Your first date would of been at an cafe

- fifth date he invited you to the brozone concert

- He still didn’t tell you he was in brozone

- literally grinned the whole time at you while you where the loudest in the crowd

- Literally screamed out “THATS MY BOYFRIEND!” To Clay and doing his choreography in the front row which made Him blush and his brothers snicker at Clay.

- WHEN CLAY SAW YOU ONCE WITH LAZY EYES AND HELD AN RESTING BITCH FACE THE FIRST TIME IN THE MORNING HE WAS LIKE ‘OH DAMN?!’

- You two would mostly hangout together at his office sometimes or at your place

- most of the time at your place

- Shy about Pda in public but in private he peppers your face with kisses and teased you

- He likes to drop his serious side sometimes around you

- you make him feel safe and you do too.

- He loves when you soothe and remind him that it’s okay to be funny and goofy in some moments

- He cries when you say that

- Cuddle this man 24/7

- he made you join his sad book club

- You two cuddled eachother bawling your eyes out together

- Small kisses on the cheek and knuckles when walking past each other while working sometimes

- you and him having dance battles at 3 am out of boredom

- gave you the job of stamping some papers… never again

- His face was covered in stamp marks aswell

- His hair is so fluffy and would melt in your hands if you play with his hair or brush it

- You remind him to take breaks and if he doesn’t you drag him out

- He’d literally blush when you got matching wrist hands like him yours an F/C as his are green.

- if you cup his face and squish it he would do it back to you

- loves having his arm on your waist or ontop of your head to remind you He’s taller

- if your too hyper sometimes he’d pick you up by the armpits and keep you up in air jail for abit or hug you by the waist and keep you on the spot till you relax.

- He’d explain to you about his job if you ask and would be shocked by the fact that you understood it quickly

- He loves how you bounce off walls like an Bouncy ball and then run into his arms as he just says your name in the softest tone ever

- Snuggle into his neck while cuddling he will be crying on how cute it is.

- You had bit his hand once out of pure interest…

- He literally gave you the biggest stink eye you had to run before he catches you.

- He would praise you whenever he can if he’s free

- When you talk about your interests he just nods and smiles lovingly at uou

- He got BANK

- He’d try to spoil you sometimes but fails when you say no and say that his time is enough

- Would buy you things you like or something he thinks you would enjoy

- Bought you an plushie of an character you REALLY liked

- Was mad at the plushie since you hugged it to bed instead of hugging him

- He threw the plushie to the wall and then made sure you clinged to him instead which made you laugh.

- Literally staring at his baby and teen photos with an Wtf look

- “Babe why do you have yellow hair then but your hair now is like green?” “well that’s because-“ Literally furrowed eyebrows “that’s because… holy shit wait”

- You’d have to beg him to move in with you after 2 years of dating since the admin room was depressing.

- ITS SO LONG BECAUSE I LOVE HIM SO MUCH WVOSBSYWGR

[dr3c0mix]

Can we get a zombie horde with a gn! Reader where their abusive family finds them again?

after years of inactivity im fucking back ! sorry for the long long wait but at least im able to put out a few more fics !

Zombie Horde!Reader's Abusive Family Finds Them Again

CW: verbal abuse, abusive family, (mentioned) being rejected food

💀 You haven't always been alone in your travels, in fact, you were with your family when the outbreak happened. But to be fair, you never liked your family..

💀 They would always bully you, boss you around, even put the blame on you whenever something bad happened, the torment didn't end even when there were zombies banging on your doors!

💀 In fact, because of the virus, they got even more cruel to you.

💀 They would take away your food rations for any small mistake you did, make you take the night watch for days on end, even send you out to get supplies just because 'you talked back that one time'!

💀 You couldn't take it anymore and left, knowing anywhere would be better than being stuck in a house of people who did nothing but torture you.

💀 You thought you were safe from them, cuddled up with Ribs in your bed as the others wandered around the abandoned mall, but it all came back when you heard a familiar voice shout out your name from the distance..

💀 "(Y/N)?! I know you're here you runt!"

💀 It was your dad...

💀 Ribs sat up as soon as he heard it and snarled, crawling out of bed and going out to see the commotion.

💀 Your heart raced as you followed him, but it was hard to walk with your body trembling at the thought of seeing him or any of your family again.

💀 "Jesus there's four of them!" "What are you waiting for you stupid bitch?! Shoot em!"

💀 It seems your mom was also there..

💀 You run the broken escalator and see the horde fighting with your family, gunshots ring throughout the mall as you see your beloveds blasted with bullets.

💀 You weren't scared though, they were dead after all, but it was still heartbreaking seeing them get hurt.

💀 You pick up a nearby rock and throw it at your dad to get his attention away from the boys. They all look at you, your family glaring at you while the horde coos at your presence.

💀 "(Y/N) you come here right this fucking second we're coming home!" Your mother shouts at you, walking over angrily and grabbing your arm strong enough to leave a red ring.

💀 Bo fumes and pulls her of you "You stay away from my mate ya hear me?!" he growls.

💀 "It talks?!" She yelps as your dad comes over as well. "Mate? Don't tell me you're hangin out with these monsters! Are you that much of a dumbass?!" he scolds you.

💀 You shrink, knowing whatever you say will make things worse..

💀 "Why you little whore.." Your dad growls, about to slap you, but Screw runs over and pushes your dad away, sending him back a few feet.

💀 Ribs and Soda smile and clap as Bo and Screw help you up.

💀 "You ok darlin?" Bo asks you in a sweet tone. "Is your arm ok? Does is hurt? Do you need a bandaid? I have a pink one with a cat on it.." Screw looks at the mark your mother gave you.

💀 You smile and assure them everything's ok.

💀 "Fucking freaks..(Y/N) do you hear me?! Get your ass up and let's go!" Your dad yells at you again as he stand up.

💀 "They're not going anywhere mean guy!" Ribs growls at him.

💀 Your mom is to the side next to Soda, she sneers at him and he looks back at her, giving her the middle finger, making her scoff and look away.

💀 In a shaky tone, you ask how they found you. You've cut off contact with them for months, there was no way they could find you..

💀 "Hah! Your dumbass thought you were just some person in the middle of nowhere? Half the state knows about your little talkin freak boyfriends!"

💀 You look down in shame as Bo and Screw comfort you "I think it's about time you folks leave..." Bo says, glaring at your parents.

💀 "Oh no you're not kicking us out! We came all this way to get this ungrateful little leech back! We gave them shelter and this is how they repay us?! You should've learned your place and stayed put!" he berates you. You finally snap and yell back at him, telling him all the things you've endured in their household, how you were treated like dirt every day, how you were much better off without them.

💀 Finally you firmly tell them to leave, pointing to the exit as you look at him with no fear left in your eyes. He scoffs "Fine..go get killed on your own then! Don't come to us for any fucking help!" he yells as he leaves, your mom in tow.

💀 Ribs laughs at them as they leave while Soda smiles at you.

💀 After the whole interaction, you were completely exhausted, the boys huddling up with you to calm you down.

💀 You give them all well-deserved kisses for protecting you, they all coo and chirp at the affection and kiss you back.

💀 "Do you still want that bandaid?" Screw asks you softly.

💀 You say yes.

this one was pretty short but expect more fics to be sent soon ! love you guys and remember that youre awesome and amazing !

[oleander-nin]

Im not sure if you still take reqs so sorry if you dont but can you do yandere donnie with a reader thats really bad at taking care of themself? Like they’ll stay up until like 5am playing videogames and end up sleeping in so much they decide to skip breakfast and lunch then end up eating a snack instead of a real meal for dinner because its to much work

A/N, not important: Uhh, I think I may have done this wrong- I had an idea, but somehow this came out instead. If it's majorly not to your tastes, send the request again and I'll try again. Thank you sm to @lethelagoon for the title and for helping me with the fic! Also this is posted on the tenth and not the third because I posted smth on the first and decided I could just skip to this week. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: mention of feeding tube, descriptive, mentions of drugging, pills, needles, abuse, kidnapped reader, dark themes, yandere themes

Words: 1357

Summary: Donnie comes home and finds out you broke his rules. Again.

“Do we need to go over your schedule again?” Donnie’s smooth voice sounds from behind me. I look towards him, shrinking down in fear. I set the console SHELLDON swore I was allowed to use down, racking my brain to try and find an excuse to get out of this. It had taken me three months to convince him I was fine being left alone, three months to convince him I wouldn’t break the schedule he created for me. Yet here I was, caught with the console on and his(or ours, as he liked to claim) bed unmade, the clock shining the traitorous numbers brightly. It was three in the morning, and Donnie had just returned from a mission, catching me in the act. I gulp. This was not going to go well.

“Well?” He asks, crossing his arms and tapping his foot. A scowl was on his face, signaling his distaste to the world. I chew on my cheek, opening my mouth and closing it over and over, trying to think of something to say. I didn’t want to be drugged again. I wouldn’t let him drug me again.

“I couldn’t sleep.” I say. It was a half-truth, which is better than a full lie. He can’t prove I wasn’t having trouble sleeping. Hopefully he won’t realize I never tried.

Donnie scoffs, a scowl set on his face. “Then you ask SHELLDON for sleep medicine. That is not an excuse and you know it. Gosh, you’re so- UGH!”

I cower back, my hands starting to shake as he paces around the room, his arms flailing as he continues to rant. I was going to be punished again, I was sure of it. Images of the isolation room and chains flashed through my mind, the slick taste of pills burning my throat. I couldn’t go through that again. I never wanted that to happen again.

Noticing my shaking, Donnie rolls his eyes and crosses the room in quick succession. He scoops me into his arms, holding me close while he continues to grumble under his breath. His arms were tense, the muscles more defined due to his anger. I couldn’t help the wave of panic coursing through my veins, my mouth going dry. 

I brace myself for the sharp pinch of a needle, but it never comes. I glance at his face, his dark eyes boring into mine. He wasn’t pleased, that was certain, but I couldn’t understand why he wasn’t freaking out. Last time I did something like this, he stripped the room of anything I could mess with and kept me locked up for a month. I still remember the pills he brought in, every night at seven. I shudder at the thought, the feeling of my body shutting down and pulling me into an unwanted sleep. 

He continues to stare at me, scanning my face slowly. He sighs in irritation, adjusting me in his arms before carrying me further into the room and setting me on the bed. He sits on the edge, his eyebrows furrowed as he takes his gear off slowly, letting each glove and padding fall to the floor. His steady hands were shaking in anger, his drawn eyebrows furrowed. My chest is tight in fear, knowing what was to come. The only wonder I had was why he was taking so long. I watch his face, trying to look past his eyes and learn what he was thinking. His silence was never good, a painful indicator of how ruthless he could be. Silence was a warning with Donnie, never a blessing.

“You didn’t listen.” He says, his voice tight. He’s not looking at me, his eyes trained on the floor. His hands squeeze the blanket of his bed, his green knuckles going white from the force. My blood runs cold and I desperately try to think of a way to fix this. He looks back over at me, his eyes narrowed and furious. “Why? Do you think I’m wrong? Do you not see the way I love you and want you to improve?”

I stay silent, unable to form a response. I didn’t know how to tell him the way he loved me was wrong in every way possible. I didn’t know how to tell him I still wanted, no needed, my escape from reality. 

His eyes wash over me again, my body feeling heavier with each look he gave me. It was like every time he scanned my body, another layer of fear and shame was set on my shoulders. The room was getting smaller, my lungs struggling to take in air. My left hand crosses my chest and sits on my shoulder, my right digging painfully into my thigh. I couldn’t do this. I wanted to go home. I hate him, I hate him so much. I can’t do this, I can’t be near him. All he does is hurt, and take, and I can’t leave. I was going to die here, stuck under the sick obsession of a mutant turtle.

I feel his hand on my back and I try not to cry, panic and fear growing until I feel as if I would pop. I couldn’t live like this, not any longer. I look up, seeing the way his face had tensed. I could see his lips moving, but couldn’t hear the words. I feel my throat ache from the held back tears, my entire body thrumming in sync with my heart. It was too fast. His room was too dark.

“Breathe.”

I suck in a sharp breath at the order, my body conditioned to do as he says without question. His hand goes under my chin, gripping it firmly, but not harshly. He makes me look into his eyes, the same eyes that were unbothered as he locked me away for weeks. The same eyes that stared angrily as he shoved a feeding tube down my throat when I forgot to eat. A sob bubbles from my chest as I try to pull back, survival instinct kicking in. His grip on my chin grows tighter, his other arm looping around my back and holding me in place. He places his forehead against mine, his lips moving once more. I could feel the words around me, the vibrations in the air, but I couldn't hear them. I could understand what he was saying, but I didn’t know what he said.

I continue to cry involuntarily, the hand holding my chin shifting to cup my cheek so he can wipe the tears as they fall. It didn’t help, his thumb wasn’t fast enough to wash them all away. I sit like that for nearly twenty minutes, the world around me crashing down and landing on my chest. My vision swirls with each sob while Donnie continues to hold me and whisper useless, silent words.

My vision swims one last time before the room starts to come back into focus, a harsh ringing in my ears. Donnie’s face is inches from mine, his drawn eyebrows furrowed. I stare at them through my sniffles. I never noticed he didn’t take off his mask. I try to turn my head to look at the room, but his grip on my face is strong.

“Are you done?”

I blink at him, his thumb roughly swiping my cheek as a stray tear falls. I forgot how his voice sounded for a moment. I take a deep breath, nodding. I didn’t have any other way to tell him, and I doubted I would fall into another fit. His hands fall from my face and I lean my neck back, staring at the ceiling. I felt numb, like my tears washed away every emotion my body once held. I couldn’t tell if I felt free, or even more suffocated. It was surreal, having my body be able to go through such stress before falling back as if nothing had happened.

Donnie’s hands trail down me, as if he was afraid I’d fall apart if he let go. They loop around my waist, pulling me firmly into his lap before he shifts on the bed and falls backwards, keeping me on his chest. I don’t fight it this time, letting him press a kiss to the crown of my head while he slowly rubs my back.

“This is what happens when you don’t listen, love.” His voice is quiet, one hand leaving my back to take his mask off while the other holds me tight. I let my head fall, my cheek pressed uncomfortably against the hard of his plastron. I let my eyes close, too tired to fight him any longer. I feel his chest vibrate as a small chuckle can be heard from him. “There you go. Sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up so we can discuss your new schedule. This will never happen again.”

I feel my stomach churn at his words, but I do nothing more than hum in agreement. I couldn’t fight anymore, my energy zapped. I just hoped I could sleep in tomorrow. I would delay a talk with him forever if I could. I take another breath and sleep comes for me, dragging me down into the darkness of my mind.

[inf3ct3dd]

002. HELLO?

warnings: none!!!!

authors note: oooo it’s getting cray cray guys…insane even….also r just means reader 😓

previous chapter. next chapter. masterlist.

“HEY! YOU TWO! STOP THAT.”

you hear your gym teacher yell from across the track, a disappointed look on his face.

you finally disconnected your lips from abbys, looking back at her absolutely mortified.

abby looked…unnervingly casual. her eyebrows were slightly raised, eyes open wide and mouth slightly agape.

“that was-um”

not letting her finish her sentence, you immediately started running away from her, back into the gymnasium.

“HEY-“

her words are cut off by the door slamming behind you, quick footsteps moving you towards the bathroom.

mina followed behind you, mouthing a small apology to abby before going after you.

abby just stood there, in the middle of the track, lips slightly shiny from your lipgloss.

she wiped her chin off, and tried to process what the fuck just happened.

and before she could, ellie was storming towards her.

“anderson, what the fuck is your problem? we’re broken up for not even two weeks and you make a move on my girl?” ellie angrily huffed, crossing her arms in front of her.

“hey, she kissed me first.”

abby replied, slightly confused by ellies words.

“oh fuck off abby, you’re just doing this to be a bitch. you don’t need to drag her into our stupid shit.”

“doing what?”

ellie scoffed before rolling her eyes and walking away, leaving abby in even more confusion.

“r, WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?”

mina had finally caught up to you, stopping to catch her breath and putting her hands on her knees and crouching over.

you had made it to the bathroom, standing inside a stall freaking-the-fuck out.

you stay silent, body stiffening at the sound of her voice.

“i know its you, i can see your shoes.”

you sigh in defeat and walk out of the stall, walking over to mina and leaning on the sink.

“….soooo….”

“mina im literally gonna die. right now. in this nasty-ass bathroom. i’m never showing my face in public again.”

you run your hands down your face before resting them on top of your head

“okay, i don’t think thats gonna happe-”

“how do you know? i feel like im having an actual heart attack right now. WHY DID I DO THAT???”

“you can’t ask me, im not the one who did it!!”

she’s sitting on the bathroom counter, slightly swinging her feet and resting her weight on her hands, planted on her sides.

you turn and look at her with a pathetic frown on your face,arms crossed in front of you.

“now i have to move countries and change my name and hide from abby forever and mina im DYING.”

“okay……i was gonna say you’re being dramatic but maybe you arent.”

“not helping.” :(

she thinks for a second before talking again.

“well, she didn’t seem mad.”

she honestly didn’t. and it was WEIRD!!!!

“but ellie did.”

which wasn’t as weird.

you spent the rest of the day hiding in your hoodie, shrinking your presence even more than before. abby wasn’t lying when she said you had similar schedules. she didn’t confront you or anything, and she didn’t really say anything to you, she just looked at you a few times in class. and every time she did, you hid your face in your arms on your desk.

god, she probably thinks im insane.

i really hope she didn’t say anything to any-

“can we go home? i don’t wanna live in this car.”

you’re snapped out of your daze by your sister, kitty, still wearing a helmet,making you tighten your grip on the steering wheel.

“sorry.” you dryly reply, moving the gear stick to reverse.

“are you good? you’re being way quiet today….it’s weird. you’re usually like constantly annoying me-“

“im fine, don’t worry about it.”

she simply shrugs and goes back on her phone.

you start reversing the car, and nearly have a heart attack when you almost run someone over.

“HEY!”

you hear a voice thats all too familiar , turning around to see abby behind your car.

she wastes no time walking to your window, and you unwillingly roll down your window.

“im really sorry i didn’t mean to-“

“you messing with me or something today baker?”

she chuckles, resting her arms on your open window. too close for comfort.

you nervously laugh in response, an awkward smile plastered on your face.

“whos this?” abby motions to your sister in the passenger seat.

“oh uhm..my sister-“

“kitty. who are you?”

she interrupts you, giving abby a questioning look.

“abby. nice helmet, i should’ve had one.”

kitty and abby both laugh, and you want to sink into your seat right then and there.

“im really sorry abby, i didn’t mean to.”

“well, maybe check your rear mirrors more. i gotta go. maybe don’t hit me this time?”

abby moves herself off the window, hand resting on her bag strap. you offer another laugh.

“bye abby.”

abby gives the both of you a small wave before walking away. you wait until she’s completely gone to finally back out of your parking spot and start driving, nerves still a wreck.

“oooooo you have a girlfriend!!!”

kitty giggles, staring at you.

“shes not my- we’re friends.”

yeah, your friend who you just kissed in the middle of the track field.

“isn’t that what ellie said to y-“

“KITTY.”

♩♪♩♬. hello?

you felt the wind on your face, pedaling your bike down the street. despite it still being august, it was cold and foggy outside, painting the streets in various shades of grey and dark green. thats seattle for you.

you finally reach your destination, popping out the kickstand and setting down your bike on the pavement.

the door of the diner chimes when you push it open, the bells hung on the corner ringing. you sit down at the long table by the window, setting down your backpack on the table. you come there a lot. to get away from your house, to calm down, to do homework, and you used to come here with ellie.

“long time no see.”

your favorite waitress, joyce, walks up behind you.

you turn around and smile at her, feeling at ease with her presence.

“yeah, i’ve been kinda busy.” you lie.

“where’s your friend?”

‘friend’. she was talking about ellie. the slight mention of her makes your stomach churn.

“oh uh…we’re not really friends anymore.”

you say, smile falling.

“oh, thats a shame. you just want your shirley? or something different?”

she replies, smiling back at you.

“the shirleys fine, thanks.”

she nodded and walked away. you felt like you were going back into your dramatic-phase, feeling your chest tighten at the mention of ellie.

the two of you went here almost every day after school. it started because you didn’t want kitty bothering you while the both of you studied, but you two just liked the atmosphere. it was a pretty old diner, having been there since wayyy before you both were born. all of the decor was red white and blue, and it looked straight out of a 50’s movie. you usually just got drinks (your shirley temple, and ellies cherry coke), but you’d occasionally get some fries or a burger if you were hungry. they have the best burgers. you both just sat and talked to each other for hours. time had always seemed to slow when you were with her, she’s just so easy to talk to. about school, family stuff, shows you both liked, and of course ellie loved talking about random space facts and stuff about dinosaurs, casually slipping them into conversations. you always listened tho, cuz it was her.

you feel that same weight in your stomach you always did when you thought about you and ellie, face slightly falling into a pout. your daydreaming is interrupted by joyce bringing you over your drink, setting it down with a smile. you thank her and finally stop thinking about ellie, instead pulling out your folder and starting on your calculus homework. mr renee had a reputation for assigning homework on the first day. asshole.

you put on your headphones and started working, stopping to take a sip of your drink every once in a while. you’re almost finished when you feel someone standing behind you.

“r?”

your headphones hide her voice, but you turn around to face her, pulling them onto your shoulders.

and low and behold, its abby.

why? she’s never been here before. did she find me or something?

“hey.” she spoke, a small grin on her face.

“how did you know i was here?” you question , a confused look on your face.

“i have my sources.” she replies, sitting down on the stool next to you.

you slightly raise your brow at her, but try to brush it off.

maybe she just…saw me in the window.

theres an awkward silence between the two of you for a moment, abby tapping her fingers on the table, and you pretending to look at your homework.

“i think you already know what im gonna ask about.”

your face suddenly goes hot, and you start fidgeting with your hands. shit.

“i’m really sorry abby, i just…..”

you hesitated, not wanting to continue your sentence.

“just what? wanted a kiss? yknow, you could’ve asked me.”

you slightly chuckle at her reply, becoming a liiiittle more at ease. she’s joking!!

“…i was trying to make someone jealous. its kinda stupid, i know. my brain just….didn’t work as fast as my body.”

“who were you trying to make jealous?”

“….ellie.” you replied, finally looking at her.

she laughed, almost too loud, and a proud smile appeared on her face.

“that’s where i remember you from, you’re ellies girl.”

“was.” you utter.

she doesn’t remember me from being in the same school for 6 years? ouch.

“well, good. shes a piece of shit anyways, i don’t know why you even got with her in the first place.”

she replies, smug as ever.

“yeah, guess it was a stupid decision.”

you chuckle, staring down at your hands.

“i’ve made a lot of stupid decisions too.”

abby says, noticing how your face slightly fell with your response.

“like what?” you ask, looking back up at her.

“yknow nora?”

you nod, waiting for her elaboration.

“we dated for a while, then i caught her with owen at a party. owen. like, are you serious???”

“dude, that’s brutal. same thing happened to me with ellie. but like….it thankfully was not owen.” you reply, slightly laughing. you feel a sense of relief washing over you now that the awkward atmosphere is gone.

abby stops for a second, looking like she’s thinking about something.

“okay, i have an idea, but its like….kinda crazy.”

“what is it?”

“what if we like…pretended we were dating?”

“seriously?”

“why not? you can make ellie jealous, and i can make nora jealous. kill two birds with one stone.”

you hesitate for a second. ellies already mad, why not make her even more upset?

“yknow what? yeah, we should.”

abby smiles at you, and you return it with a grin.

“you hungry?”

“a contract? really?”

abby laughed, grabbing a fry and dipping before taking a bite.

“hey, we’re being professional!”

you joke, pulling out your notebook and a pen. the two of you had been talking for almost an hour, and eating the burgers abby ordered for you. the conversation went by so easily, the two of you plotting your amazing plan and joking the whole time. the table was filled with laughs and smiles, and you felt the same warmth you always did in this diner.

“alright then ms. businesswoman, what’re you gonna put on it?”

abby questioned you, taking the last sip of her shirley temple. what a copycat!!!

“hm…..okay, number one, no kissing.”

abby put on a fake pout and looked back at you.

“aw man, i wanted another one!”

you both giggled, and you wrote down the words on the paper.

“only if absolutely necessary.”

“when is kissing someone necessary?”

“sometimes you just gotta.”

abby lets out a small chuckle, and eats another fry.

“you can put your hand in my back pocket. ‘s more romantic.”

“why that?”

“like in sixteen candles!”

“…what is that?”

“oh my gosh, you’ve never seen sixteen candles?”

“nuh uh.” her words are muffled as she eats another fry.

“im putting that in the contract.”

abby rolls her eyes jokingly.

“okay…number two, no snitching.”

“rule one of fight club, don’t talk about fight club.”

you slightly raise your brow at her, not understanding the reference.

“seriously? you’ve never seen fight club?”

you shake your head no.

“put that on there too.”

you write down ‘sixteen candles/fight club double feature’ on the paper, with a smiley face next to it.

“i could write you notes? i said i’d do that for nora, but i forgot.”

“you gonna forget again?” you question, raising an eyebrow.

“i won’t. i promise.”

you write down the rule, taking a sip of your drink.

“andddd you have to go my games.” abby added.

of course ms. star lacrosse player needed you at her games. did you understand lacrosse at all? absolutely not. but she didn’t need to know that!

you scribbled it down on the paper, nodding to abby.

“and parties.”

“am i your trophy wife or something?”

“hey, we aren’t fake-married yet.”

you both erupt into laughter, the sound echoing through the almost empty diner.

“fine, you have to drive me and kitty to school.”

“oh? you’re an amazing driver, why don’t you wanna drive yourself?”

you roll your eyes at her sarcasm, writing down the rule underneath the one before.

“anddd one last thing. ski trip.”

every year , your school brought the seniors on a ski trip. its an overnight trip in the mountains, and it was notorious for students sneaking out and partying. (and hooking up.) it was later in the year, during winter.

“you think we’re still gonna be doing this by then?”

“hey, you never know.”

abby shrugs, and you write down ‘SKI TRIP’ in big letters on the paper. you write both of your names on the paper, and a line next to them to sign it.

“here.” you pass the paper and pen over to abby.

she signs her name before passing the paper back to you, letting you sign yours.

“you promise you wont break the contact?” you say, holding out a pinky towards abby.

abby lets out a light chuckle.

“promise.” she replies, before interlocking your pinkies.

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[sunsetsimon]

hi an update after my appointment,

I DO NOT HAVE CANCER!!!!!!

holy shit i can’t even explain how good it feels to be able to say that. after wrestling with this for months i finally have the answer.

without getting too specific about it, in my last experience, i had lumps in my right breast in february 2022 that my doctor was concerned about and wanted me to get checked. my scans came back clear of malignant lumps, but there definitely were cysts in my breast tissue that were causing me pain. because of my symptoms they didn’t feel it was necessary to remove them and they eventually went away.

november 2023, right as i’m moving apartments, i notice that i have another painful lump in my right breast. i figured it must be the same cyst situation from before, so i decided to wait on it before starting to freak out. the pain continued to grow, expanding into my armpit region and i was experiencing a lot of soreness and shooting pains. i already don’t wear bra’s, but it became extremely uncomfortable and i had to move up in size to be able to continue to wear them.

one day months later as i was about to shower, i noticed that my nipple looked really weird. like, you know how as they harden they shrink and become perkier? (those with puffy nipples like me - you get it). only half of my right nipple was hard, and it looked oddly shriveled and wrinkled. this is when i started to realize that this could actually be something serious.

so i got my referral from my primary and just had my screenings today. NO CANCER. but there is abnormal tissue growth, nothing serious but it will still continue to cause me pain and soreness. (apparently this is a common thing for people with breasts)

she said it could be hormonal, as she noticed some of the same on my left breast. we’re not sure what happened with my nipple as i haven’t really experienced that again, but i’ll continue to keep an eye on everything for any changes.

i feel good knowing that as of now, it’s nothing. but with the history of my aunt, grandma, and great aunt all developing breast cancer, i should still always be on pretty high alert, especially since im not in the best health.

so yeah, trust yourself when you think something isn’t right about your body.

thank you so so so much to all who sent me kind words and thoughts, kept me in your prayers and good wishes. i am so grateful to have people who care about my wellbeing. you gave me the strength to stop being so consumed by fear and push through. i’ve even been able to write a tiny bit! i love and appreciate you all so much, seriously. and i miss you all too!

now that i’m able to have this major weight off of my shoulders i feel like i can take a deep breath again.

i hope you’ve been taking care 💗 i should have a new post for simon out soon!!

[myymi]

if im not too late with the drabbles;

tails has a really bad nightmare about westside (parent abandonment or another traumatic incident) and he goes to his big bro sonic for some emotional support and cuddles

feel free to ignore this if they arent open :)

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ao3

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He’s tired of running.

He’s tired of being chased.

But he doesn’t want to get hurt, so he keeps running despite how out of breath he was.

That is, until a figure steps out in front of him, causing him to skid to a stop.

Their head was a blurry mess, which he assumes is because of the tears in his eyes.

Somewhere in his mind he knows the real reason, but he doesn’t get much chance to think on it when more blurry figures surround him.

The forest scenery he’d been running through started morphing into other things. The village, the beach, other clearings around the island, until everything went black.

Everything but those damn figures.

They approached him, causing him to shrink down. He couldn’t do anything. They were blocking any chance of running, and everyone knows he’s far too weak to fight back.

His breathing quickened even more as he curled into him, biting down sobs as he prayed to some God out there to protect him despite knowing nobody would do anything for him.

He was a deformed freak. Why would someone save him?

One of the figures grabbed him, and then everything disappeared.

He was trapped in an endless void as voices bounced around the air, insults worse than anything you could think of thrown at him from every angle.

He just had to take it.

Covering his ears did nothing to drown it out.

A few voices were more prominent than the others. He recognized them.

How could he not, when they were laughing about how much better their life was now that he was no longer a part of it?

The voices eventually merged into one, the sentence being repeated over and over.

It started as some random one he’d heard years ago, then morphed into those of his ex-family’s. His older brother, mother, hell even his father despite the fact he hadn’t heard his voice since he was one year old.

It didn’t stop changing.

It eventually morphed into his new family.

First, Shadow.

Next, Rouge.

Vector, Cream, Silver, Espio, Charmy.

Amy then Knuckles. Until, finally..

It was Sonic.

“Why would anyone want a freak like you in their family?”

–

Tails’ eyes shot open, breathing uneven and he felt his fur sticking to his skin in the most uncomfortable ways possible due to all the sweat.

His quick breaths slowed as he looked around, recognizing his bedroom.

He was fine.

No one was chasing him.

With a groan, the fox pushed himself into a sitting position. He brought a hand up to rub at his eyes, pausing when he felt the trail of tears on his muzzle.

He swallowed dryly, suddenly feeling very dehydrated. He glanced at his digital clock as he pulled his blanket off to the side, not caring about neatening it. He had to wash it and his sheets anyway because of all the sweat.

3:37 AM.

Tails wiped away his tears as he exited his room, socked feet taking careful steps on instinct to avoid all the creaky planks.

He hated the noise they made. He really needed to fix it.

The kit used the wall for support as he descended down the stairs. He took a deep breath as he made his way to the kitchen.

He stopped in the living room.

Sonic was on his couch, sprawled out in a way that could not be comfortable in any way. Drool spilled from the corner of the hedgehog’s mouth, snores louder than most of the fox’s machinery filled the air.

Tails wanted to roll his eyes at the scene. It wasn’t unusual for Sonic to crash at his place unexpectedly–he did have a key–but did he always have to use the couch? He had a bedroom of his own for this specific reason.

But the fox’s breath felt caught in his throat at the sight of the older, his nightmare flooding his brain full force.

“Why would anyone want a freak like you in their family?”

His ears pressed against his head as new tears piled in the corner of his eyes. He swiped at them, but more immediately took their place.

His breathing started picking up pace and, before he knew it, he was in front of Sonic, his ungloved paw hovering above the hedgehog’s shoulder.

He forced his body to freeze, biting his inner cheek.

Tails is 8 years old now. He shouldn’t be running to his big brother because of a bad dream. He’s old enough to deal with these on his own.

But no matter how hard his mind begs his body to leave the teen be, it’s a losing battle.

His hand makes contact with the hedgehog’s shoulder, shaking it as softly as he can to tell the other he’s not a threat.

“Why would anyone want a freak like you in their family?”

With a grunt, Sonic’s eyes slowly opened as he looked up to see who woke him. Tails immediately regrets it, the teen looks exhausted.

That exhaustion seemed to disappear when Sonic saw the tears welled up in the younger’s eyes.

“You okay?” His voice was groggy, still catching up to the rest of his body being awake. The little fox shook his head as the teen sat up.

“C’mere, kid.” Sonic gave him a sympathetic smile as he opened his arms, inviting the kit to lay on him. Tears finally spilled over as Tails crawled into his hero’s arms.

Sonic shushed the younger, his left hand petting the kit’s head as his right held him close. The kid buried his head into the older’s neck, hiding his tears.

“D’ya have a bad dream, bud?” The teen asked quietly, his head leaning against the fox’s as he gently rocked them.Tails’ head bobbed ever so slightly, hands gripping the hedgehog with a strength you wouldn’t expect an eight year old to possess.

Sonic hummed, letting the kit know he heard him as he continued the slow rocks and gentle pets. He kept it up until the sobs quieted, the death grip on his back easing as the younger pulled away.

The hedgehog frowned at the sight of his brother’s face. It was obvious he had been crying even before waking the teen up, his eyes were too red and his fur was a complete mess.

“Wanna talk?” The older asked, using the hand that was petting the fox to wipe away his tears.

“I-It–” Tails shook his head and leaned into the touch, “It was just.. Bad memories. Westside.” The kit tried not to talk too much, his throat feeling scratchy. He needed some water, but he didn’t want to get up.

“Again?” Sonic frowned. The fox had been having a lot of nightmares about Westside recently.

“I-I know, I’m sorry.” The boy bit his lip, suddenly thinking that this was a terrible idea.

“No, don’t apologize, li’l bro. Not your fault.” The teen pulled the younger into another hug, feeling how much he was shaking.

“Still. I-It’s childish to run to you every time.” Tails grumbled, but he didn’t pull away from the hug. He cuddled into his hero, his namesakes providing them warmth as they curled around.

“Nothin’ wrong with being childish. Or needing help.” Sonic shook his head. He had to break the kit free from that thought process, but he just couldn’t figure out how to do it.

The fox didn’t respond, just closed his eyes as he worked on evening out his breath.

The teen hummed as he moved to lay back down, pulling the cover over the two of them without releasing his hold on his little brother.

“Get some sleep, buddy.” Sonic whispered as he scratched the spot behind Tails’ ears to help ease him. “We can deal with it in the morning.”

The fox nodded as he shifted slightly to be more comfortable, mumbling a quiet goodnight to the older.

The hug paired with the gentle petting made it easy for the kid to fall asleep. He was out within a few seconds.

Sonic sighed, pressing his forehead against the younger’s.

He just wishes there was something he could do to make the nightmares leave his little brother alone.

[eldritch-spouse]

Zizz has my heart and my hormones. Stuck between "theres no way that's gonna fit" and "that won't stop me" making my size kink go brrrrr... And Livius? I dont know why but i freaking love his design and his character, i wanna dom him so bad, im normally a switch but something about him just makes me wanna tie him up and whip him.

[Thenk ye!]

If ever you can't take it, just say the word and Zizz will shrink a little. But, like some of the other Icons, he'll still take a lot of gross enjoyment from watching you struggle to do anything. It's very cute, in his opinion.

Though, to be fair, he's hard to tease into action, so you could lazily kiss and suck at him, he's more than happy to simply spread his legs and sigh sweetly at the pleasure. Do what you want, take your time.

The good thing about Livius in this scenario is that, oftentimes, he won't mimic you in bed, but rather adapt to what he thinks you want. He'd prefer to act like you because it personally turns him on, but if he realizes it's more beneficial to act in a a complementary manner, the demonlord will. Which is the case here. You should try tying him up with his own limbs!

[interpolanticssuperfan]

nothing natural | ken x fem!reader | part 4 | 18+ only

hey everyone!!!! thanks so much for your patience in my getting out this next chapter, ive been incredibly busy with life stuff and finishing a different fic of mine on ao3. (if you're a fight club fan, i'm @snottys on there. LOL) thank you for the kind words and the messages, they mean SO much to me. i hope this chapter is alright, and i can promise some mounting sexual tension in the next one; im just hoping to build up successfully to it so it feels organic and fun. i love you all and thanks for reading <3

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The tight snap of the glass sliding door jilted you, and you should’ve guessed that Ken wouldn’t leave you alone, even if it meant deliberately ignoring your request for some space. With a heaving sigh, you studied your hands, the lines of your knuckles to try and see if your skin could explain what was wrong with you. What could possibly be wrong with you. 

Inward thoughts tapering off, you couldn’t ignore the way Ken’s presence was making you feel, searing butterflies in your stomach, which made your shame even more complex and frustrating. To be pinned by his gaze, it made you feel important, uninhibited. Flittery and excited like a child. It was invigorating.

It was nothing but a bad idea. A dead end. Done and dusted before you should have ever let it begin. 

A breeze rolled through your hair, welcoming and cooling. Ken’s atomic aura lingered behind you. He didn’t bound right up, didn’t affix himself to your side emphatically like he’d been doing all day. 

With a puff and a flick, you heaved yourself away from the curled metal railing, not meeting Ken’s eye. 

You hid your waning cigarette like you were about to get in trouble for it, as if you were back in school, ducking administrators under the bleachers, wrapped in thick lined coats with your friends. How simple things had been back then.

The mention of school brought back countless unsavory memories and left a bad taste in your mouth, flashes of arguments and self-doubt, so you ignored it in favor of waiting for Ken to speak. 

Back then, you weren’t afraid to approach any boy you wanted. It didn’t matter if he was the head of the football team or a shrinking, shy kid in the back of the study hall. Where this fearless bravado originated from, you couldn’t necessarily identify. All you knew was that it had eluded you into adulthood.

You reveled at how much you’ve changed since graduation.

“Willa’s in her green bed-thing,” Ken murmured a decent ways behind you, and you felt instant appreciation for him. After being such a freak and making a fool of yourself, he only kept choosing to help you, looking out for your belongings, the things you cared about. He had no reason to do them for you, but at this point, you didn’t want to question him.

“Thank you, Ken. You didn't have to do that.” You replied softly, picking at a fingernail absentmindedly.

“She got pretty antsy when you left. Ran in circles. Don't worry, (Y/N); once she gets to know me a little better, she’ll trust me in no time. What does she eat?” 

Ken finally appeared at your elbow, voice still gentle, taking in the hanging potted plants, the other identical slim patios of your neighbors that lined the lower units. He seemed nervous to get too close, so he laid his hands down on the railing, blinking rapidly when the sun peeked out from the clouds and shone directly on him like he wasn't used to its intensity. 

If you weren’t walking on eggshells, unable to trust yourself to talk with him normally, you might’ve tipped a warm, toothy smile up at him, allowed yourself to just… enjoy his presence. Express thankfulness for the change to your humdrum everyday life. 

“Lettuce. Different kinds of vegetables. Um… these special pellets I have to order online that take weeks to get here.” And that cost double what they should… the things you do for Willa. If only you could tell her ‘you're welcome.’

“Can you show me how you feed her? When we go back inside?” So hopeful. So unaware. Ken’s request sent shockwaves of emotion through your body. Your heart couldn’t help but do cartwheels over his sweet comments, the uncomplicated way he interacted with you.

“I don't know what to do.”

Ken paused, cocked his head as he furrowed his brow at you. He'd buttoned his jacket back up and taken his boots off. Just standing out here in the real world like he wasn't worried about what would happen to him.

A vein worked in Ken’s throat when he swallowed, Adam's apple bobbing, gilding the beautiful slope of his neck, and you had to tear your eyes away from him, the sweat on your chest collecting rapidly. Too tight, too sweet, too painful to look at.  

Of course he buttoned his jacket up, you scolded yourself. What else was he supposed to do after you humiliated him like that, reduced him to nothing but his looks? If he’d done the same to you, you’d have probably kicked him out.

(Or not.)

“Sure you do. You feed her every day, don't you? Actually, you should let me do it, that way we can build a rapport and –”

Exhaling through your nostrils, you took another long drag from your cigarette, and shook your head, still unable to meet Ken’s pleading eyes as the smoke tendril crept upwards and billowed away. 

It didn't bring you enjoyment to cut him off before he could lose himself on a tangent, but the day’s events had left you no choice; and you had to own up to your behavior, your unwarranted comments that Ken didn't even register as irresponsible.

“That's not what I meant. I know how to feed Willa. This has been a very, very long and… strange day. And it's only three in the afternoon.”

“I wasn't keeping track of the time.” Ken offered kindly.

“I wasn't expecting you to.”

“That smells bad,” Ken upturned his nose at the cigarette as the cloud dissipated over his face, shifting his body away from the direction the smoke carried. “I saw people with those in Venice Beach, but they walked so fast that I didn't get a proper whiff, you know? I'm telling you, everyone in Venice Beach acts like they're late for something.”

“That sounds more like New York to me.” A sneer formed on your face, which Ken noticed immediately. 

“They have those smoke sticks in New York, too?” He questioned innocently, side stepping every wave of tobacco residue that fanned out into the air, engaged in a bizarre dance of bob and weave. 

“They have these everywhere.” You counter, lifting your eyebrows curiously.

Ken scowls. “Yuck. What are they for?”

You mulled over an explanation in your mind, a little grateful to be addressing anything besides your brazenly lustful comment that Ken seemed to have entirely forgotten about. That Ken had glossed right over, not even batting a significant (irresistible) eyelash at. 

“When you breathe them in, it makes your head feel light for a few seconds. It's a pleasant feeling. But over time, they hurt your body and… essentially poison you.” Is this how you'd explain smoking to a child? It would have to do; you were no teacher, no professional, regardless of how hungrily Ken searched your eyes for answers and succinct explanations on everything. 

This information horrifies Ken, who makes to grab the burning cigarette right out of your hand. Pinching it between his fingers like hazardous waste, he flings it as far as he possibly can off the balcony with a grunt of exertion, and you both watch it spin gymnastically before landing a very long distance on a far sidewalk, ashes snowing and dying on the ground. 

It's impossible to delay meeting his gaze after that, so you look right up into his eyes, and Ken thaws under your attention, pupils still raging and wild and heavenly cerulean blue. 

Good arm, you think to yourself moments before breaking into a grin. 

“Sorry (Y/N), but that was for your own good. I can't possibly let you do something that's going to poison you. Not on my watch.” Smug, and a little bewildered, the smile that Ken gives you is flustered and determined.

“You're not even wearing a watch.”

“You don't know that.” Ken lulls, peeking at the sky, trying fastidiously to appear unbothered.

“I'm quite literally looking at both of your wrists.”

“Oh, (Y/N). You bemuse me. You see, a prepared man doesn't need to rely on worldly inventions such as watches. And numbers. He only needs his intuitions. Of which I have so many.” Ken taps intermittently at his temples, still avoiding your direct gaze. Calm and collected. Or, his best imitation of someone relaxed. And educated.

Had anyone else done this, especially on a frustrating and confusing day like today, you’d have probably kneed them in the groin. Maybe hurl a few expletives. Because where would you get off snatching a smoke straight out of someone’s hand? That you'd spent your own money on?

But all you could manage to do was laugh, fold over forwards a little bit with it, and the sound of it eased Ken’s nerves, eventually joining in with you to test the temperature of the conversation. 

“So… are you done being mad at me now?” He scrubbed at the back of his neck.

“I was never mad at you, Ken. I just needed some air, I needed to… clear my head. I really meant it when I said you didn’t do anything wrong.” He leaned over the railing a bit, tapping his foot against the welcome mat you’d placed outside.

“What I said wasn’t – well, it wasn’t nice, and I realized that I haven’t been handling this situation appropriately. That’s what made me feel upset. I was mad at myself.” Confessing this had you feeling twenty pounds lighter. 

“But it made me feel nice,” Ken affirmed, and you had to soldier yourself mentally not to grab him by the shoulders and kiss him or something equally as unwise. “I liked it. Is that so bad?”

In your peripheral you could make out the lines of his flawless blonde hair falling into his eyes as he watched the grass below, the bright orange “For Rent” sign, the pomeranian sunbathing on the second floor end unit. He seemed to be taken with every new sight that he laid his eyes on. So eager to learn, eager to please you, to help release your nerves. 

You considered that you didn't deserve even an ounce of it. His newness. His charisma, the spark in his eyes when you smiled at him. Any of it, there was no reason it should be directed towards you. 

Sobered, you attempted with great willpower not to let this falter your resolve. The best way to handle this was with honesty, and you knew that lying to Ken would only further complicate your already complicated friendship that had been forged only a handful of hours earlier. 

“To be fair, it usually feels nice to be complimented.”

“And that’s something friends do for each other – they say nice things about the people they like. So I think you should stop being so mad.” Ken sustained, lightly biting at his plush bottom lip, swelling under the tension, the exactitude of his discomfort manifesting. 

“Listen. Ken,” you dug your nails into the back of your hand, at the susceptible skin there, leaving imprints as you tried to assert yourself. If Ken noticed the tremble in your exhale as you slowly blinked, he didn’t point it out.

“I’m going to be forthcoming with you, because you seem like someone who… I don’t know. Deserves it. You’re funny, you’re. Fascinating. You’re easy on the eyes, I mean, you're. You’re.”

Ken flushes a deep shade of pink at your words, speechless, the spread of it so clear and unbidden on his lower neck that you have to nearly kick yourself not to look. He's got no idea how to answer you. When Ken finally receives the attention he angles for, it seems that he doesn’t know what to do with it. Stands and sways and stares, waits for the next beat because he isn’t sure of what comes after this, what could possibly be waiting for him on the other side of affection, the words that make him bow his head and drop his listless eyes.

You’re a solid few feet away from Ken, but he smells like sunlight – smells like happiness. His eyelashes dance in the shadows the setting sun casts over him in streaks of oranges and deep reds, painting him like an immortalized work of art.

He glimmers like an angel. Something made from clay. It makes your stomach twist. For some reason you miss your little sister. You miss when your days had structure. When decisions weren’t hard to make, when they weren’t even your responsibility. 

When you were only a child, and being alive didn’t sting. 

When none of this was your job. It was only dusk and popsicles, running until your ankles scraped against your shoes so bad they bled. When it was just sidewalk chalk and trading cards and homemade dinner. Homework and awful bathroom haircuts. Long walks and skinned knees.

Not a single part of you had ever felt ready to be an adult, and it was hitting you outside on your balcony, washing over you in disconcerting waves that Ken couldn’t read, couldn’t make sense of.

“You don’t know me that well. And. We only just met today. You know? So, what I’m trying to say is, there’s a lot you don’t know about me, about… what I’ve been through and. What I’m looking for. Out of life, out of. Relationships, friends, things like that. What I want to become. And until this morning, I hadn’t really been that inspired to evaluate any of it. My days are essentially just this, every week over and over, exactly like you’ve seen. I work at the library. I say hi to Pat. I rent a magazine that I forget about and then return without even having picked it up or read it, like some loser. I feed my guinea pig. I smoke and then sit out here, watch my neighbors. It’s just.” 

Your throat feels constricted, fighting against twangs of distressed emotion that bubble up and cradle within you, threatening to release at any moment. Threaten to betray you. You’re reticent to accept that any display of weakness could turn Ken off.

Could have him turning tail and going back to… wherever it was he said he came from. Barbieland? Jesus, what a day.

Since when had you become such a sap? So ready to let it all out over the smallest event, something as mundane as meeting someone who expressed interest in you?

Ken wasn’t just someone, you scolded yourself. Wasn’t just some guy you’d bump into at a bar, someone you’d match with on a dating app or strut up to at a baseball game drunkenly and emboldened with false courage. He couldn’t fit into a box of superlatives. Refused to be defined so easily.

He didn’t even have a heartbeat.

It’s too much out here, and you want to cry. Want so desperately to cry. To let it out, to experience the way you’d feel in front of someone who would never judge you for it. Who probably doesn’t even know what crying or sorrow or regret or loneliness feels like.

But Ken stills himself and listens. Fiddles with his hands like he’s never been bored before and listens to every word, hangs on them like he’s getting something out of this, like he needs to listen to a human being speak about what it feels like to be a human being. Like this is valuable information to him.

He’s so beautiful and bright and burning like the sun and he listens to all of it.

“It would be the easy thing to just keep you here. I know you have no idea what I’m talking about. I’m sorry about that. It would be so easy to. Accept this, accept you and. Not even question it. I mean, Jesus. You came out of nowhere. Introduced yourself to me. Not afraid of anything. You didn’t even know who I was, not really. And the easy thing would be for me to take you – take it. Not even. Not even worrying about what it said about me to do that.”

Your throat is rubbed raw, the honest and vulnerable tears tugging at your eyes, but you can’t do that right now. Don't want to turn over and show your dark, clingy underbelly to Ken when he's only just met you and only thinks shining, sweet things about you, like you could never be capable of letting him down.

Not when it matters, when someone is pegging you as their lifeline, their sole source of connecting themselves to humanity.

Ken just squeezes his pink, worry-chewed lips into a thin line and continues to listen. He has nowhere else to be. Why would he? He’s pale and shining and gorgeous.

Swells of his arms filling with the afternoon sun. There’s nowhere else he wants to be but right here, barefoot and open and accepting of what you need to get off your chest, like there’s the perfect space right in his heart to fit it all in, to understand it even if he’s struggling to get what you mean. 

“I don’t know. I’m sorry. I think that there’s. I think there’s something about you that makes me want to be careless. And that’s not like me, at least not right now.”

“But I don’t feel careless when I’m with you.” Ken states, like it’s easy, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world. Something breaks deep inside you, it's thick and presumptuous, and you feel pressure thickening in the base of your gut, like you might puke or scream or maybe a combination of both.

“I’ve been careless of you. You might not realize it, but. I have been. It’s not cool. I don’t feel that I’m doing the right thing.” 

“Well. What can we do that will make this better?” The question that’s been dancing on his lips, that’s been tearing him asunder finally comes to light. 

You wring your hands in front of you, already craving another cigarette, craving liquor, craving an out from this. The urge to scrape something sharp against the meat of your arm comes to you. You ignore it. Swallowing down the urge to punish yourself.

It’ll be alright. Just approach this logically. Do the right thing.

Do the right thing.

And don’t mess it up.

“I think I would feel better if you went back to where you came from.” 

The words smolder between the two of you, more fiery and loaded than you intended, and Ken bristles at your words. Expecting rejection. Waiting for a slap to the face.

"You want me to leave?"

“Hold on. Not like that, I mean. I think I would feel better if you went back to… you know.”

“Barbieland.” Ken states, and it’s too small, it’s puny. It’s not how you want him to sound. So beaten down and insecure.

“Right. And I think you should really consider whether or not you want this. Living in the real world. Because it’s tough, and. Ken, it’s difficult, it’ll rip you apart from the inside out. People are unpredictable. They can be loving and gentle, but… not every moment you spend here will be fun. Not every friend you make here will have your best interest at heart. They’ll take advantage of you and bleed you for what you’re worth. They’ll toss you around and spit you out and not think anything of it.”

The twirling light in his pupils dies out then, fizzles in a way that's tangible, like you could reach out and touch it to feel how real it is. Ken seems to not understand what you’re saying, but stares at you still, picking at the ends of his sleeves with great effort.

"Is it... you're sure it's not me? Because (Y/N), If I did something, I hope you know you can feel free to let me know. I won't get upset." It twinges at your insides. Makes you clench and tongue at the roof of your mouth. There isn't anything that gets past Ken, is there?

"No, that's. That's not it."

"Okay."

“I’m not saying I will do all of that to you.” You turn then to face him, waving your hand in general as if summarizing everything you'd just said, fighting the instinct to pull another cigarette out of your purse, to hide from what you’re feeling. The truth you need to communicate to him so real and regrettable and honest.

“I just want you to gather as much information as you can before you decide this for yourself. Your life. I don’t know what it was like for you before. Maybe. I don’t know. Maybe our world seems like a sanctuary compared to where you’re from. Maybe it seems like a hellhole.”

Ken doesn’t say anything, just watches your every move intensely, watches your back as it contracts and spreads out with anxiety. Working to pick the right words, the intricacies of what you wish you could articulate.

“But that’s how it is here. I think you should be aware of what you’re getting into. I don’t have all the answers and I need you to understand that. I’m not perfect. I’m not. Not… what you probably think I am. But if you speak with your friends, and others who can build on what I’m telling you, and after everything you still want to come back, I promise you will have a place here, I promise that you can stay with me and that. That I’ll do my very best to show you the ropes and show you everything I have learned.” 

Ken appears deep in thought, tendering his hands fretfully, doesn’t speak for a moment. When the silence continues for minutes, you wonder if he’s given up entirely on speech. 

But then he finally announces, with a measure of confidence you’ve never seen before, “Okay. I will accept this ultimatum, (Y/N). I will go back to Barbieland and ask all the Kens and Barbies what they know about the real world. And when I come back, I can even ask Barbie what she thinks. If she thinks I can do it.”

There’s a tepid, unsure quiver to Ken’s voice when he says this, stumbling over his words like they weren’t ready to come out, not yet. “But you should know something about me, too.”

“What’s that?” You reply, stomach churning with a wistfulness, an aching that isn’t familiar. Might not even be yours to feel.

“When I come back, I want to see you smile. I want you to show me your neighborhood. And what Willa eats. There’s no way I could forget about her. Do you accept my terms?” Somehow you get the impression that Ken isn’t talking about your guinea pig – not entirely, not all the way.

“Yes. I accept. I promise.”

“Promise?” Ken sticks his thin, golden hand out to clutch onto yours, and like it’s burial rites or heartfelt wedding ceremony vows or something precariously in between, and you reach your hand out right back and shake on it. It's real now. Set in stone. Something Ken won’t soon forget. Would never back down on.

"Yes, Ken. Yes."

When he leaves your apartment, you’re reeling, basically unable to look at Willa, the tiny living thing Ken’s connected with so deeply. She sniffs at the air like she's missing something. It hurts. Pathetically, you find it difficult to open your laptop and answer another email. To pretend to be sociable. Capable.

Ken doesn't ask for the address to your apartment, doesn't ask for your phone number, your last name or anything. He seems to believe that he can find his way back to you on instinct and willpower alone.

You think of Ken asking you about bananas of all things. Caring so much about your wellbeing that he threw away your cigarette. An otherwise complete stranger, so blisteringly entrancing that it makes you numb.

Dejectedly, you curl up on your couch, inhaling the smell of Ken so present and dominant in your apartment, that fresh smell, and you bite your fist with a sharp gasp. Shutting your eyes with extreme force, you fight the tears that spill unceremoniously down your tired, tired face, confused and spun around from the inside out.

[undressmewithyoureyes]

Devour Me - Chapter Eight

               You felt like a kid on Christmas Day who woke up to see the living room filled with presents just for you. That’s what it felt like to be back in Pyramid Heads arms. Slowly, with heavy footsteps, he walks you back to the asylum. You watched the red woman slowly shrink in size the further away he stepped. You couldn’t wait until you had your chance with her and anyone else that stood in your path.

               Pyramid Head opened the doors to the asylum and a loud bang echoed throughout the forgotten hallways as the double doors slammed shut. He continued to carry you over his shoulder and down the same familiar hallway as before. You felt him shift and then stop, reaching his arm up to grab you to pull you down and set you on your feet.

               Your bare feet touching the cold floor as your naked body, with now dried blood flaking off bare for him to see. You look up at his rusted Pyramid Head and he nods forward for you to turn around to look at what he was motioning at. You turn and gasp from another person standing there. It was a little girl, with black hair and deep black eyes.

               “Don’t be afraid,” the little girl mused. Her voice was childlike and playful, but not in a good playful way. More like, tortured playful.

               You cross your arms to try and cover your breasts, “Who are you?”. Your tone coming out harsher than you expected. Pyramid Head sighed under his helmet, and you turned to look at him and then back at the little girl, but she was gone. Your eyes widen and you jerk your head to look at him. “Who is she?”. He doesn’t respond, but the childlike voice spoke from behind you, causing you to scream, “He cant talk, but you know that already.”

               She takes a step towards you, and you take a step back – chills racing up your spine from the cold floor. “You interest him,” she goes on, giggling in between pauses, “He’s never cared for a human before, but there is something about you,” she giggles, “Ally”.

               “How do you know my name?” your heart raced from your name rolling off her lips. Was she with the church? Is she here to kill you? And why wasn’t he doing anything about it?

               “You and I are the same” she says taking another step.

               You continue to step back, “I don’t know you”. The deep black eyed little girl grabs your wrist and pulls you towards her, “You don’t have to. You were brought here for a reason” she says as she lets you go.

               You scoff at her, “Uh, yeah. I was forced here without my knowledge and the fucking freaks in that church kept telling me I had a purpose and shit but raping me and using my body isn’t a goddamn good purpose!”. The more you spoke, the louder you got, but you failed to see Pyramid Heads grip tighten on his sword when you mentioned the word ‘rape’.

               The look on the little girl’s face hardened with anger, “They.will.pay” she says through gritted teeth.

               “For what they did to me? Yeah, they will, but what does that have to do with you? This is a fight between me and them”. You watch the little girl stiffen with your words. She walks closer to you, but this time you stood your ground and didn’t back up.

               “Because they did unspeakable things to me as well. They will pay for what they did to me, and you will make them pay for everything they did to you.” The little girl spoke with hatred.

               Your posture softened thinking of what they did to you, they probably did those things to this little girl and it was worse on her – she’s younger. At least your body has matured. “I-Im really sorry they did that to you,” you say as you put your head down to look at her.

               She stares up at you with soulless eyes, “What’s done is done. Now is the time we take ourselves back.” The little girl turns on heel and goes to walk away. You take a step and pause, “Wait! I don’t even know your name!”.

               The little girl stops and partially turns around, “Alessa.” That was all she said as she vanished into thin air. You blinked and she was gone. You shake your head at the thought of her just disappearing right before your eyes and try to go to where she was but Pyramid Head grabbed you by your arm. You jerked your head up to him and he shook his head back and forth telling you ‘no’.

               You relaxed your body, and he released your arm, picking up his heavy sword and continued making his way towards the doors that led to the black abyss. You grabbed his giant hand as he led you through the darkness of his place, deep into the asylum. The familiar dim light illuminated the large area and you let go of his hand and went straight to the bathroom.

                A low grunt vibrates out of his helmet as your grip left him. You turned the light on to the bathroom and brought the shower to life. Steam penetrated the air as the bathroom filled with the heavenly fog. You step into the hot water, hissing as the water bit at your skin. Red welts formed, but you didn’t mind hoping that the water would burn their touch off you.

               You step under the hot water, letting the burning water flow over your hair and scalp. You lather your hair with the shampoo and scrub your scalp until it is raw – the hot water stinging the already red tender skin. The dried blood coats your feet as you wash it away from your skin. The floral smelling soap fills your nostrils as it lingers throughout the bathroom from the steam and out into the large dark area.

               The warm mist was so thick in the bathroom, you faintly saw Pyramid Head leaned up against the wall just like he was the last time you took a shower. He watched you as you scrubbed your skin, making it look as if you were bleeding. The color red had never looked so good on anyone before.

               He removed himself from the wall and walked over to you, his sword not with him. You see him approaching and he steps into the hot shower with you. Luckily, hospital showers could fit at least four people in them, so this was plenty big enough for you and him. The color of the floor changed from off white to red as the water hit him. Red liquid sliding down his muscular form.

               You grabbed the soap and lathered in your hands before placing your hands on his body, washing him. The white suds turned a deep brown color from the dried blood that he kept on him. The water washed away his sins as his real skin color pushed through – almost like a very pale grey. Scars covered his body from fights with the other creatures, and some being fresher than others. You were careful as you felt him tense under your touch when you brushed over them.

               Your fingers worked on his muscles, not only lathering him and washing away the scum on his body but releasing his tight muscles. Low grunts escaped out of his helmet when you would knead harder, digging into his toned body. The hot water rushing over your hands and soothing his sore ligaments. You reached down to the blood soaked apron that covered him and removed it by its belt. You realized real soon as the water washed away most of the grime, that the apron was made from human skin. You swallowed hard trying not to throw up. He sees this and cups your chin, making you forget about the nausea that overcame you.

               The skin made apron hits the floor, making a wet slosh sound. You pour more soap into your hands and begin working on his thighs and legs, teasing him by getting close to his cock. You look up at him with devilish eyes and give him a smirk. Blood and whatever else washes away, leaving his pale skin looking new as you rinse your hands off and gather more soap into your hands.

               You slowly look up at him as your hands reach out to cup his balls. You feel his cock twitch and begin to grow as you lather his balls and his cock in your hand. He places his hand on the side of your face, while his other hand holds himself up against the wall. You work your hands faster as his grip against your face tightens. Low growls radiate within you from him as you stroke his cock up and down in both of your hands.

               He removes his hand from your face and slowly slides it down to your throat before squeezing. You tilt your head back just barely and give a breathy moan. He forcefully pushes you against the wall, your back colliding with the cold tiles making your nipples hardened. Your back arches from the temperature difference as your chest presses into him. He tightens his grip around your throat while his other hand slowly trails down your stomach until he cups your throbbing pussy.

               You gasp at his movements and step aside just a bit to open your legs up further. He rubs your entrance, feeling how slick you are for him and not from the water either. He slides one finger in, and you grab his wrist that is connected to the hand around your throat. He pumps one finger in and out of you while your quiet moans become louder.

               He removed his fingers and holds it in front of you, letting you see his finger glisten from how he makes you feel. He removes his hand from your throat and grabs your jaw and squeezes, forcing your mouth open. He sticks his finger covered in your slickness in your mouth. Your tongue dances over his finger as a low growl comes from his helmet. He removes his hand from your jaw and brings it down to your soaked pussy and inserts two fingers.

               You moan against the finger in your mouth and his grunts become heavier. His two fingers are huge themselves, but you knew he was prepping you for him – but it didn’t matter because it was going to hurt regardless. You grabbed onto his shoulder, moaning out loud as he forcefully fucked you with is fingers.

               “Don’t stop” you moan out, “I’m about to come”. Your throbbing pussy convulses around his thick fingers. He removes his finger from your mouth and wraps that hand around your throat, squeezing hard. Your orgasm ignited through you like gasoline on a fire. Pyramid Head watched you as your eyes rolled into the back of your head, his cock hard and ready to be inside you.

               He removed his fingers and brought them to your mouth. You obeyed and opened wide, while he inserted his fingers coated in your sweet juices, licking them clean. You brought your leg up to his waist and he removed his hand from your throat and mouth to grab you by your hips to lift you up. Your back was pressed against the cold wall shower as his cock teased your tiny entrance. You wrapped your arms around his neck and braced for him to devour you.

               You felt him slowly push the head of his cock into you, “Don’t be gentle” you whisper out. Pyramid Head tensed for a second before shoving his thick cock deep inside you. Your loud scream echoed off the tile walls as he pulled almost all the way out and slammed back into you again.

               You dug your nails into his back, and this caused him to fuck you harder. “Make me yours,” you moan out. He slid his hands over your ass to get a better grip while you wrapped your legs around his waist. His strong grip dug into your fresh skin, bruising immediately, but you didn’t mind. His low grunts mixed with your loud moans made you tip over the edge again.

               Your tiny wet pussy clamping down on his thick cock as you throw your head back and scream out your orgasm. He doesn’t stop and fucks into you harder, making you come over and over – your body shaking in his grasp. Blood and water trickle down your ass and drip onto the shower tile from him devouring your body. You feel his rhythm getting rougher and his grunts becoming louder.

               “I want your come deep inside me,” you moan out. Pyramid Head tilts his head back as he growls out under his helmet – hot come coats your insides and another orgasm takes you. He slowly pumps in and out, milking every bit of come deep inside you. You rest your head against his shoulder as you feel one of his hands rub your back. Finally, he gently sets you down and you rinse off before turning the water off.

               He watches you as you grab the towel and dry off, while he puts on his skin made apron. You drape the towel over the sink, and he comes up behind you, picking you up bridal style. You rest your head on his shoulder – tiredness overcoming you. He walks you over to the bed and lays you down, covering you up with the massive blanket. You wiggle around for a few seconds, getting comfortable before you close your eyes and finally let sleep take you.

[brights-place]

Hi !! If it’s not to much of a bother could I request a Clay x Male Reader? Maybe Reader is really extroverted and helps Clay be more silly? Ty !!

Clay X Extrovert M! S/O

Pairing: Clayy X M! S/O

Warnings: Fluff FLUFF AND MORE FLUFF

A/N: LOVELYYYY! I love clay so much he is so cuteeeeeeee

- CLAY IS LIKE THE SHOULDER TO LEAN ON IN THE RELATIONSHIP WHILE YOUR THE CHAOTIC BALL OF ENERGY HE LOVES JAGSOWBD

- Clay may use to be the funny one but he’s definitely smart (HE’S AN LICENSED CPA PUT SOME RESPECT ON HIS NAME FOOL!)

- Clay when first seeing you when he first arrived to putt putt village he was in awe.

- you were like Viva but… 100X More energetic which was terrifying to him at first

- Wondered how an troll like you had so much energy.

- Multiple things caught his attention about you… too many things…

- You where electric and hyper yet soothe and calming when needed to be he witnessed that when you comforted an troll who was having an panic attack

- He was in awe at how quick you switched up

- What he also noticed about you was that your pupils would grow about something you like or are daydreaming and shrink back when your brain is like being deep fried with information

- He giggled at how your doe eyes grow

- you were the one that made his romper outfit as an welcome gift and he cherished it.

- He enjoys the fact that you know all the choreography to the brozone songs and mainly his parts but wouldn’t speak up about it cause he was still in his ‘I don’t wanna talk about my past’ era

- Clay is VERY Petty (We all saw how he was with John Dory) now imagine that if you did something bad…

- You’d literally bother him so he can go back to talking to you and not be an petty tall shi-

- AHEM! Anywaysssss Clay would notice the smallest details about you and how your emotions shift abit before going back to normal in situations. - When John dory or his brothers hug him he freezes but when you do it? dude will melt and hug you back quickly as John dory would stare in utter confusion while Bruce, and floyd snorted while Branch makes eye contact with poppy who scooches closer towards him while Viva laughs

- Bought you an plushie of an character you REALLY liked

- Was mad at the plushie since you hugged it to bed instead of hugging him

- He threw the plushie to the wall and then made sure you clinged to him instead which made you laugh.

- Literally staring at his baby and teen photos with an Wtf look

- “Babe why do you have yellow hair then but your hair now is like green?” “well that’s because-“ Literally furrowed eyebrows “that’s because… holy shit wait”

- overtime he got used to it and even got used to you kicking open the admin room with your foot just to annoy him and rant to him about the dumbest things or just about something you enjoy.

- He had written an schedule about when you enter take up his time then leave and would always keep that space and time open just for you and would stay in the same spot for an moment waiting for you to enter and as soon as you enter he starts the timer.

- He fell first and you fell harder

- He realised his emotions about you and went to Viva about it

- Viva couldn’t stop squealing loudly

- Her TWO best-friends liking each-other was everything to her

- She literally plotted and sketchbooked ideas on how Clay would confess

- Clay would seek out his brothers help since viva’s plans where… So corny

- His brothers helped him out to try ask you out and gave tips and comforted him when he freaked out abit

- “WHAT IF THEY DON’T LOVE ME BACK?! IM SO SCARED WHAT IF IM NOT GOOD ENOUGH?! WHAT IF THEY DONT LOVE ME JUST THE WAY I AM?!”

- He freaked out and started clutching his chest that Floyd had to soothe him which worked pretty well.

- Literally forgot everything he was taught once he saw you again

- He loves your hair, your eyes, personality and how you currently where cheering and dancing to some music

- tried to confess to you and failed miserably

- YOU WERE OBLIVIOUS

- He tried about Two times to confess to you but failed

- Literally ended up saying “Dude I like this person but every time I try to confess to them they don’t even know what’s going on” “Yikes dude just straight up tell them!” “okay”

- He literally confessed as you nodded saying that’s how it was suppose to go.

- Man had to grab you by the shoulders and speak slowly “I Like You”

- Flustered mess THE BOTH OF YOU

- You went on an few dates before starting to go out on your third date when you kissed him by accident cause he got you some flowers - He loves how you bounce off walls like an Bouncy ball and then run into his arms as he just says your name in the softest tone ever

- Literally if you scream out “THATS MY BOYFRIEND!” To Clay and doing his choreography in the front row which made Him blush and his brothers snicker at Clay.

- WHEN CLAY SAW YOU ONCE WITH LAZY EYES AND HELD AN RESTING BITCH FACE THE FIRST TIME IN THE MORNING HE WAS LIKE ‘OH DAMN?!’

- You two would mostly hangout together at his office sometimes or at your place most of the time at your place

- Shy about Pda in public but in private he peppers your face with kisses and teased you

- He likes to drop his serious side sometimes around you, you make him feel safe and you do too.

- He loves when you soothe and remind him that it’s okay to be funny and goofy in some moments

- He cries when you say that and cuddle this man 24/7 - He made you join his sad book club you two cuddled eachother bawling your eyes out together

- Small kisses on the cheek and knuckles when walking past each other while working sometimes

- you and him having dance battles at 3 am out of boredom

- gave you the job of stamping some papers… never again

- His face was covered in stamp marks aswell his hair is so fluffy and would melt in your hands if you play with his hair or brush it

- You remind him to take breaks and if he doesn’t you drag him out He’d literally blush when you got matching wrist hands like him yours an F/C as his are green.

- if you cup his face and squish it he would do it back to you oves having his arm on your waist or ontop of your head to remind you He’s taller as you try to bite him

- if your too hyper sometimes he’d pick you up by the armpits and keep you up in air jail for abit or hug you by the waist and keep you on the spot till you relax.

- He’d explain to you about his job if you ask and would be shocked by the fact that you understood it quickly - You actually had no idea and was just pretending like you understood - You let him be energetic and chaotic and he loves you for that so much

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[averagegtenjoyer]

Idk maybe im a freak for this but I sometimes find myself physically frustrated by the fact that shrinking/growing and tinies/giants aren’t real things. It makes me sad! I wanna shrink or have a giant girlfriend or find a borrower irl. Im not normally one for this level of escapism but like. Sigh. Idk I get a lil angry abt it sometimes and its so embarrassing !!

[rei64bit]

Heimdall x Reader ⎯⎯  From Dusk till Dawn [Chapter 1]

Night 1  (Heimdall X  F!Reader)

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✎ Summary: Fanfic of reader married to Heimdall cause Odin wanting a grankid.

✎ Word count: 1.2K

✎ Title:  From Dusk till Dawn

✎  Chapter: [1] [2] [3] [4] [5] [6] ...more // trying to publish as much as possible.

✎ Note: Im not really a writer, its the first time I want to write something on a character I like alot.

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Most of the time he guards at his post on top of the wall till nighttime and will come back to his room to rest, but from yesterday he started to stay up there till early morning.

You have been laying on bed facing away the door and almost falling asleep, and footsteps can be heard outside the room and approaching the door, you flinch at the sudden movement of someone bursts into your room or perhaps the room that used to belong to your husband, Heimdall and now belong to both of you.

Expecting him to start belittling you and spitting whatever insult that can make you shrink and wanting to run away, but the only thing you heard from him is nothing but a long sigh. He sounds tired. Unlike the other Aesir who usually spend their whole night in the Black Thunder getting drunk, feasting and flirting with women, your husband never join in as he who is utterly unpopular in parties due to his habit of talking shit to whoever that come close to him, that why wherever he goes, everyone will make sure to stay away from him at least 10 feet away but that doesn’t stop him to constantly read people mind knowing how dirty, lustful and fucked up people can be.

This marriage was a mistake, you think. You don’t like the idea of being tied to others especially someone who can read mind and intention, its like starting you naked. Heimdall too didn’t like this at all, he couldn’t stand the idea of sharing the same private space with others that might have bad intentions or worse. “Nobody ever says what they mean, there is always something behind their action, lie and cheat to get what they want.” Heimdall once muttered to himself on his wedding day that was held days ago.

Your body tense up as this is the first time Heimdall came back to the bed chamber after the wedding. Both of you get married even before you two know each other a little.

“…” should you say something like ‘welcome back’ or ‘how was your day’? You don’t know, hel you don’t even know how he will react if you—

“Save it.” Heimdall cut off your thought. “It’s not like we care for each other”

Cold word but it’s true, both of you don’t know each other, no hate no love it just nothing.

It is what Odin wants, the All-father wanting his son to produce a grandkid who is stronger and better or maybe can have some new power. All his sons are already married, except Heimdall who keeps rejecting the proposal of getting marriage.

The moment Odin knew your newfound ability is capable of changing or manipulate people feeling and intention toward you, he can’t stop thinking what if you and Heimdall have a kid, maybe a grandkid that can read other’s mind and alter their action and intention toward others. This is a jackpot for Odin, a new spawn to spare to use and alter his fate, the Ragnarök. This time Heimdall objection fall into deaf ear, one look into Odin his father steel cold eye, he shut his mouth and agree on the marriage. Knowing this is his duty as an Aesir god and obey the All-Father wish. This is also the reason why Heimdall has been hanging around the training field, putting the rage on Helmets by beating the shit out of them.

“There are rules I do hope you remember” Heimdall said while removing his sword Hofuo from his belt and put it on the desk forcefully.

“First, make sure you change to clean clothes when you back to the room to rest, I do not want our room to get filthy by blood or any dirt that you might bring it back with you.” Ah, I married a clean freak you think of yourself.

“…Second, you can’t tell anyone what you see or know of me in private. Since we sharing the room there is no way of me completely avoid you.” Did he think of you of someone that will badmouth their husband, you need to stop the urge of rolling your eye. What a—

“And the last, Do. Not. Touch. the diary I put on the table. And you do know I can hear your thoughts, right? so please stop your awful thought, its immensely annoying, Wife.”

“…” Yeah right, he can hear your thought. There is no privacy when the god of foresight is around. And the last word sound sarcastic but you can’t tell.

“You know for someone like you who doesn’t talk much, you sure have a lot on mind. It’s best you just stop thinking about those nonsense and sleep now, or you can stay on top of the wall all night, by all mean” His white tunic is now hanging on the chair. The whole room suddenly went dark as he put out the candles on the table with his finger and now sitting on the bedside he sighs again.

“I’m going to rest now, do me a favor just don’t do anything that will wake me up, unlike you I only have less time to rest and lot of work to do to protect this realm.”

“G..Goodnight” That the only word you gather enough courage to say and there is no response from him. You know he is not yet asleep, obviously he is ignoring you or he just doesn’t care enough.

Even though you didn’t turn to the side to peek, you can feel that he is just a few inches away from you as you can sense the warmth from his side, and a slight turn you might touch his back and you do not wish to anger him, he might feed you to Gulltoppr.

It’s been almost an hour and you really can’t fall asleep at all, not when there is another sleeping next to you like this, yes, he is your husband, but you don’t even know him much other than what you heard from the Asgardian that he is rude, ignorant, spiteful piece of –. SHIT you really need to stop thinking out loud. But he didn’t say anything back to you so far, maybe he is asleep right? Probably he is asleep, Heimdall is not someone who will miss the chance of being rude to anyone.

Can’t believe you are sharing the room with Heimdall, who is sleeping right next to you. OH WAIT how he sleep look like? Now you are curious, did he sleep curled up in a fetus pose? A stomach sleeper? Or like a starfish HA that’s hilarious! Curiosity kills the cat; you are getting a little impatient and slowly you turn around one move at a time to check on him and trying to not make noise.

Since it’s pitch dark as he put out the candles, you really tried your best to see. Start from the bottom you can see his legs slightly curl up, and you his toes is facing you. You skipped a beat; cause that only means he is facing you. YOUR SIDE. Rapidly your eyes jump to look at his face. You can’t see anything other than that iconic glowing pair of eyes. Piercing at you.

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