#posts at 5am and runs without looking back

[szilverer]

a bunch of wips am never finishing. be free, my doodles. mostly design brainstorm thingies

from most recent (but still old) to old: manga volume cover ahh drawing, hidden fangies & second tongue, no reiflection, the ghost ghosting + eddie with a standard icon fingerking-coloured serpentine tail for his coat

while i still like it, the idea was scrapped bc current eddie whispers to me that he needs to be less cartoony and More ~Menacing~ so. gave him a solid vantablack long cape instead.

the tail remains, however, and it stretches on the orphanage's walls and beyond the parabolan horizon...... like in this crudely drawn paint example i doodled in 5min

reisz wont let him become Is-Not snake so this is the next best thing. trails maintained by glasswork that do all sorts of fun useful nightmarish stuff. i am shonenbrained, so. giving him cool powers. as a treat

have a tiny reibonus alongside the first pic sans all the effect layers

pfftpfbtpfbt

[glamourscat]

It was 3am and you were supposed to be asleep, but after dating TIM DRAKE for almost two years now, you picked up on his weird sleeping patterns. Tonight in particular your brain won’t rest. Not until you will receive his usual post patrol message.

2am, then 2:30, 3 and 3:30am rolls around and your lack of sleep was slowly turning into anxiety. Why hadn’t he texted yet? Did something happened? You try to make sense of the situation, but your brain is refusing from making you think logically. And just as you were about to message him, his message comes through.

“sorry for the late message. had to run in the shower immediately after i arrived home cause i was covered in blood” he texts 

“not mine btw” he follows up, knowing already to clarify. 

“good, good. im glad you’re ok love, i was beginning to worry. what are you doing now then?” you text back, eyes fluttering at the screen waiting for those three dots to appear. But they don’t. In their place a picture appears. 

Him. In front of the mirror. His face covered by his phone, one arm on the sink leaning a bit to flex his muscles and that towel dangerously low, enough to see his v-line and the outline of his hardness against it. Oh….

“damn, drop the towel? 🙂‍↕️🙏🏻”  “for scientific purposes obviously…” you add in two consecutive texts. 

You know it’s unlikely he would do it, but teasing him comes naturally to y— he did it. You cannot even continue your train of thoughts because suddenly his next picture comes through. The towel gone, his pretty cock— and that damn blushy pink tip— staring right back at ya, hard against his stomach. 

You can’t even begin to form a coherent thought  as another picture comes through. 

This time he is on his bed, on his knees— which are open to show the view between his legs— His hungry, leaking, cock is begging to be touched; while his face now—no longer covered by the phone— looks at his phone through the mirror reflection with a knowingly devilish grin. And your mind goes to one thought, and one only, how desperately you wish to have a dick. Because he looks so damn breedable right now. 

“cause I don’t feel like I did it right the first time ;)” he texts back within seconds from sending that second picture. 

“hey…? you still there lol?” he texts back after 10,  long minutes without a reply from you. Did he overstep? Was it too much…?  But then the outdoor camera alerts him of a movement outside his front door. 

“im outside. open me up.”  ________________________________________ ׂׂૢ་༘࿐

A/N: I wrote this at 5AM and had the sudden, horny, urge of writing for Tim. Nothing else to add lmao. Also this is not proofread :(

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[topluvr]

Husband!kwon ji-yong x Wife!reader headcanons

A/N: first post!! requests are currently open for headcanons and blurbs ★

warnings: smut/fluff/consensual relationship

★ ji-yong gets you to dye his hair. So here you were in the bathroom of your house, your hair up, some clear gloves covering your hands, a pot of red hair dye in one hand and a dye brush in the other, softly stroking the brush through your husbands hair. "Ugh are you almost done jagiya?" He whined leaning his head back so he could see you better. "Be patient Ji, im going as fast as I can." You huffed rolling your eyes pushing his head slightly back so you could apply more dye to his hair. "But I miss you." He said pouting moving his body slightly so he can see your face fully. "I'm right here Ji." You laughed your hand coming up to cup his face, he nuzzled his face further into your hand. "Now let me finish your hair, then we can go to bed." You smiled looking into his eyes. "Kiss first baby." He grinned moving closer to you, you gave him a peck on his lips and moved away. "Hey come back" He huffed. "Ji baby turn around let me finish this." You say pointing to his hair, he moved his face closer and without saying anything he grabbed your face in his hands, pulling your face closer to his and connecting his lips with yours.

★Sometimes you find your husband Ji-Yong sleeping on the floor. You twist the lock on yours and jiyong's front door removing the key as you enter before turning around and locking it, the atmosphere was unusually silent. You take off your jacket and shoes leaving them in their usual place, "Ji-Yong?." You spoke walking down the hall and into the living room, and that's when you see your husband, his body calmly laying on the floor, his head resting on his hands and his phone scatted on the floor next to him. You walk over and crouch down rubbing his back slightly. "Baby wake up." You spoke rubbing his back a bit harder than before. His eyes slowly flutter open for a second before he's closing them again because of the lights. "Jagiya?" He asked lifting an arm up to reach you. "Come on baby you fell asleep on the floor again." You softly said pulling his hand so he could sit up. "Lets get you to bed honey." You said caressing his hair.

★When your husband Ji-Yong comes home tipsy. You were currently sat on the couch in your living room, watching a random movie you put on. Ji-Yong went out with a couple friends this evening he wanted you to come but you refused since you had a busy week at work and just wanted to relax for the weekend. You were now half way through your movie it was around 9pm , you couldn't focus on the movie so you decided to just scroll through your phone. After around 10 minuets of scrolling you hear the lock of the front door twist. 'he's back already its only 9' you thought to yourself. "baby?" He spoke out locking the door in the process. "In here". You said putting your phone down on the coffee table in front of you. He walked into the living room with a big smile across his face, he walked over to where you were sat on the couch and plopped down next to you. "Hey honey your back early". You smiled moving your head to face him. "I know, think im getting too old." He laughed moving closer to your side. "Were you drinking?" You ask. "Only had one glass jagiya." His head came in contact with your shoulder and he snuggled into you, you start to softy run your fingers through his hair. "Hmm good boy." You teased, a grin spreading across your face. "Don't tease." He whined hiding his face in your shoulder. You pull his hair softly so you could see his face, he whimpered at your action. You lean forward and press your lips onto his.

★When your husband Ji-Yong has to leave for work. It was around 5am Ji-young had to leave early as he was catching a flight. He was awoken suddenly by his phone alarm, he groaned removing one of his arms from around you to turn it off. He turned back around to wrap you in his arms tighter, he pulled you close and whispered in your ear. "I've got to leave soon baby". He pressed a kiss to your neck, you hummed in response still deep in sleep. He placed a few more kisses on your neck before moving your body so you were now laying fully on your back, his mouth went to your stomach leaving a few gentle kisses. His fingers hooked into your pj pants and he slipped them from your legs, His mouth came in contact with your clothed clit leaving a few more kisses, your body jerks slightly at his action, he gripped your thighs softly pulling you closer, he slipped off your underwear. After they were removed he left a trial of kisses on your inner thighs before his lips came in contact with your bare pussy, his tongue darted out to swirl around your clit. You were shook out your sleep suddenly when you felt him, a moan left your throat. "Ji-Yong." You got out, your hands gripped his hair. "Shh baby, I just needed a little taste before I leave". He hummed His mouth going back down to your clit.

[qmrzi]

PIECE OF ART ; XU MINGHAO

PAIRING; fiancé!xu minghao x fiancée!fem!reader

GENRE; fluff.

WARNS; none really, just kissing and a tiny bit of angst??

ABOUT; you woke up to see minghao nowhere to be found, until you hear low music coming from his art studio.

WORD COUNT; 489.

A/N; first post in 2025! I took a really long rest without realizing lmao.

It's still dawn when you wake up from your deep sleep after you and your fiancé, minghao, spend the night together —catching up with each other, cuddling, etc etc — after a long period of being busy with work and not able to spend some time together.

You picked up the phone from your nightstand to check the hour, ‘it's still 5am,’ you murmured to yourself. You turned to Minghao’s side to admire him, except he's not here.

You propped yourself up on your elbow to look around the room, letting the blanket drop down to your middle. You sighed, not believing he left on his day off when he was supposed to spend it with you.

You get up off the bed, feeling frustrated already. you wrap a small blanket around your body and go to the bathroom that's connected to your bedroom to wash your face since you can't sleep, your day is already ruined, and you can't sleep anymore.

You got out of the master bedroom and walked towards the kitchen downstairs, but when you walked next to Minghao’s art studio, you heard a low music coming from it. Chills run down your spine, minghao never left??

Your curiosity got the best of you, and you opened the door slightly to see who was inside, and you found him, drawing something– someone, sleeping. 'is that.. me?'

“hao..?” You called him quietly, making sure he was not gonna get scared by the sudden voice.

“Y/n??” He straightened his pose quickly, flipping the canvas towards the wall, blocking you from seeing it further.

“Why are you awake? It's still 5am,” he told you, getting closer to you. He wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

You nuzzled yourself in his chest, hugging him tightly, seeking his body warmth.

“Couldn't sleep. The bed was too cold without you.” You murmured, snuggling further into his chest.

“Ah, I'm so sorry, love,” Minghao apologized, petting your head. He was about to continue his sentence, and you cut him off, “Were you.. drawing me?”

“Huh?” He let out, looking at you confused when you stepped back a bit to look behind him.

“This canvas,” you pointed at the canvas — that's now flipped —“you were drawing me sleeping, weren't you?”

“Uhm..,” Minghao stuttered, which was supposed to be a secret, “well, the only thing that got in my mind was your sleeping figure. Can't a fiancé draw his fiancée and appreciate her beauty?”

“Stop with the smooth-talking!” You whined, burying yourself again in his chest, secretly smiling when you heard him giggling.

“C'mon, let's go back to sleep, hm?”

“Okay.” You let out softly. Minghao kissed your cheek before picking you up in a bridal style and making his way to your bedroom.

No matter what you have in life, the only thing you were grateful for is saying “yes” when Minghao asked you out 5 years ago.

Belongs to @qmrzi , DO NOT REPOST OR TRANSLATE WITHOUT MY PERMISSION AND CREDIT.

[a-ikus]

────────⌕ SEARCH: IO/SELFSHIPS-SAE

──────── i'd bleed for anything if it held me the right way.

barista x her least favourite customer (he's an enemy to me)

coming home at 5am x leaving the house at 5am

social smoker + drinker x "that shit will kill you, you know"

almost almost almost kisses

FATAL FLAW;

n/a

COMPATIBILITY;

OCT 10 ☀︎ + MAY 29 ☀︎ — 75% 99% trust ✦ 50% intellect ✦ 90% emotions ✦ 50% values ✦ 85% sex ✦ 70% activities

"left foot. right foot. left foot right foot." you're singing in a tune you don't think you recognise, enough of a melody to step in time with, but not enough to sing anything other than what you're doing. left foot. right foot. left foot. right foot.

the sun is starting to rise, it hurts your eyes. the bright orange burning your pupils.

you close your eyes without a further thought. still singing to yourself, placing one foot in front of the other blindly. you're only a couple streets away from home, four, you think, more steps and then you should turn left.

one, left foot. two, right foot. three, left foot. four, right foot.

and now turn left.

even after you collide with something. hard, you still don't open your eyes. something with legs yours get tangled between. something with arms that grip your elbows to sttempt to steady you even as your body collapses like jelly.

knees folding with hardly any pressure. as if the air was enough to knock you down.

"christ." you swear, your eyes are still shut, now squeezed together in a wince when your knee scrapes, tearing a hole in your stockings, a run ripping up your thigh. you only open your eyes when he says your name, cracking one open to see one of your regulars beneath you, his hair glowing in the dawn's light, bright eyes staring into yours.

"how do you know my name?" you know him, obviously. well. you know his order, you know he comes in at 5:30 most days, never orders anything but the green juice. never pastries. never a sandwich. never your famous coffee. just kale, ginger, apple and cucumber. you think maybe it's what fills his veins. you'd always been too busy glaring to notice the name on his card.

"you wear a name tag."

"oh. yeah."

"are you always walking around blindly at four am?" his voice tickles your cheeks, your eyes squeezed shut again, all too aware of how the sun would hurt your eyes.

"only sunday's. i've got two hours to sober up enough to open." he only hums in response, prompting you to crack open your eyes with a soft wince at the light, trying to read his face. the orange sunrise makes his hair look golden at the edges, the light shining through the strands to heat your face, "do you always run with your hair in a headband?"

you can't help the giggle that bubbles from your lips at the sight, hair pushed back from his hairline in a plain headband, plastic teeth holding his damp hair from his face.

your laughter settles back into a comfortable silence swiftly, your head dipping forward with a final joyful exhale. your eyes are slow to move, feeling like they're stuck on his lips for an eternity, like a fly in glue trap. it feels like slow motion when you inch closer, disarrayed waves falling in your face.

he doesn't move, even as your hair sweeps over his cheek gently, enough to make his lip twitch slightly, blink once and you'd miss it.

your voice disrupts your hair falling around his face when you speak again, too tipsy to really focus on how close you were to him, that you were both still tangled on the path, your legs still like jelly and your hands still on his stomach, "what's your name again?"

you're smiling, still staring at his lips when he says his name, watching the way his mouth moves around the sound, feeling how his stomach rises and falls with each breath.

"sae." you repeat it, lips almost pressing to his.

SELFSHIP CODED POSTS;

selfship chart

moodboard

art by @/rabbbitseason!

comm by @/yetacomis

3 poses

mercury's birthday <3

hot dog — limp bizkit

makeup — slayyyter

picture you — chappell roan

[hapuchika]

The White Healer Chapter 4

Note: Hi guys, I'm really sorry for not posting sooner. I've had a couple of family problems and haven't exactly been in the best headspace. I'll work on posting more frequently. I hope you like this chapter, it's longer than other's cause there's so much I wanted to put out there.

Warnings: Blood, graphic description of injuries, angst.

Summary: Just a chapter where everyone gets to know reader better.

Series Masterlist

X--X--X--X--X

As it turns out, the team building activity that you were dreading turned out to be Jenga. While unsure how it built team character, it did work on making your more comfortable with the rest of the team. Due to you still being new to the team, you had requested a month to work out by yourself so that you could get back into shape. As horrible as the scientists had been, they did teach you an efficient way to get into peak performance. Working out from 12am till 5am everyday was good enough. Within the third week, you had already noticed the definition of your muscles, you’d put on pure muscle mass, and your stamina plus healing ability enabled you to sprint approximately 20 miles without stopping. It was going well until one day, you were working on the punching bag and were so focused that you lost track of time. It was 7 am when Natasha and Steve returned from their daily run and saw you workout. You hadn’t noticed them due to the music playing out loud. Natasha, however, saw you and immediately ran towards you. You were brought out of your headspace when you saw Natasha grab your arms, unshed tears forming as she stared at your hands. Steve stepped closer and was horrified to find the ground and punching bag covered in blood. Upon closer inspection, he found your hands caked in blood too. You looked at them confused.

“What?” You asked concerned, completely unaware of why they looked white as a sheet.

Natasha and Steve looked at you with wide eyes.

“Why are you covered in blood y/n?” Natasha asked, letting go of your arms now that you’d stopped punching the bag and brought them to her sides.

You looked even more confused.

“I was going to clean it up when I was done?” You said uncertainly.

“Is this… common for you?” Steve asked slowly.

You hesitated for a moment. Natasha seeing your clear discomfort of being caught off guard came up with an idea.

“How about this, y/n cleans up the gym and herself and then the 3 of us can sit together and figure out a.. neater way of you working out?” She suggested.

Before you could say anything, Steve agreed and the two of them walked out. Grumbling you started to clean.

The first thing you noticed was Natasha staring at your hands as you sat down. You leaned towards her and put your hand on her cheek. You didn’t fail to notice the way she almost leaned into your hand.

“I’m completely fine, Nat” You reassured her.

She looked at you with a vulnerability that took your breath away. It was at that moment that Wanda entered the kitchen. She paused as she noticed the two of you, you started to lean back but froze when Nat grabbed your hand and brought it back to her cheek.

“Please” she said, “I need to know you’re okay.. there was so much blood..”

Wanda frowned. Whether she was upset or confused, you weren’t entirely sure. She walked towards the two of you and sat down next to Natasha. Natasha didn’t break eye contact even when Wanda gently rubbed her lower back. You brought your other hand to Natasha’s face and leaned forward and gently kissed her forehead. This seemed to reassure her greatly as her shoulders relaxed.

“I promise you, I’m completely okay” You said softly.

Your eyes darted to Wanda for a second, expecting protectiveness or anger but all you were met with was a warm look of concern that melted your heart.

“I’ll explain everything” you thought loudly. 

Wanda nodded her head, indicating she’d heard you. While you’d given her explicit permission to read your thoughts at any given time, she was still hesitant to do so. The three of you stayed like that for a few more minutes until you heard someone’s footsteps nearing. You could physically see Natasha’s walls coming back up, Wanda too. You sat back in your chair but held Natasha’s hand underneath the table. She gently squeezed in gratitude, her face showing nothing. Steve entered the kitchen and faltered when he saw the three of you sitting in silence looking at him with the exact same expression. Clearing his throat, Steve sat down next to you on the opposite side of Natasha. He looked at you expectantly. If he was confused by why Wanda was here, he didn’t show it. 

“I was wondering if you could tell us a little bit about what happened in the training room?” Steve asked gently.

You took a deep breath and began.

“Okay so, shortly after I.. um.. got my power.. I went to the hospital in a different country and immediately began to heal patients with chronic and terminal illnesses. Cancer, ALS, Alzheimers, and so on. Unfortunately that gained the wrong kind of attention. The government had kidnapped me and taken me straight to a remote facility. They um.. tested the limits of my self healing. They’d break bones, cut off limbs, electrocute, and do a bunch of other things.”

You were unable to meet anyones eye-line, your body remembering each and every single thing they’d done. It was another side effect of the power you gained. While most people tended to forget the physical pain their body experienced over time, your body learned and remembered every single feeling it went through. Every cut, tear, burn. You could feel it all the moment you tried to remember it. Your body won’t ever lot you forget. Wanda had heard your thoughts and had to use everything in her power not to start bawling the moment those images came to your mind. Her grip on Natasha’s lower back tightened, she relayed what she’d heard to Natasha in her mind and felt Natasha’s body stiffen as she registered what happened.

You looked up as Natasha’s grip on your hand tightened, only to see the two women barely holding it together. Realising what transpired, you let out a weak smile and continued.

“Once they realised there was no limit to my regenerative capabilities, they attempted to train me for combat. They’d get fighters to take turns beating me into submission for hours on end until I learned to defend myself. I um.. I’m not good at combat.. So they tried to train me for um.. you know what, never mind. Basically they taught me to train past my body’s limits by constantly healing myself. They did it for years on end until it was ingrained into me. So yeah.. That’s why you saw what you saw..” You concluded.

“I’m so sorry, detka” Wanda whispered in your head.

“It’s alright, it’s in the past” you replied

“I can help train you in combat.” Steve said. “You could become a vital part of the attack te-“

Natasha scoffed, bringing his attention to her. He leaned back startled as he saw Natasha glaring at him and Wanda’s furious eyes glowing red. Both of them had the urge to throw him through the nearest window. You merely stared at him in shock. Tears made their way down your face. You withdrew your hand from Natasha’s and stood up.

“I’m sorry I need to go” you muttered, and hurried out of the room.

“Y/n” Wanda called out but it was too late, you were out of earshot. Natasha continued to glare at Steve.

“You ever suggest that again that again and I’ll test just how strong your healing factor is.” Natasha spat, standing up abruptly.

“I just meant-“ Steve tried to defend.

“We don’t care.” Wanda stated firmly. “She just told you what she went through and you thought of weaponising her just like those assholes.”

“Langua-“

“Don’t” Natasha warned.

She walked away before Steve could plead his case. Wanda glared at him one last time before following her out.

“FRIDAY” Natasha called out. “Where is y/n right now?”

“I believe Miss Y/n is one the roof.” FRIDAY stated

Holding hands, Natasha and Wanda made their way to the roof. Natasha reflected back to how she felt when she saw y/n work out and their interaction in the kitchen. She felt a little scared. The red room had trained her to always be in control, regardless of whether it was in bed or any interaction with others. Sure, she pretended to be submissive in front of her targets, but she was just toying with them. Even with Wanda, she was in control. But y/n.. that girl was something else.. For the first time in Natasha’s life, she wanted to give up control. She felt so safe and comfortable giving up control in y/n’s presence. It scared her but also excited her. 

Since the sun had already started to set, the cold had set in. Being Russian and Sokovian, the cold didn’t bother them that much. The were, however, concerned about y/n. She wasn’t from a cold country. Natasha was glad to see that Wanda had brought a blanket without any prompt. When you didn’t acknowledge their presence, they slowly sat down on either side of you. Wanda draped the blanket over the three of you. While she didn’t say it out loud, she secretly enjoyed the feeling of the three of you cuddled together. She knew Natasha definitely felt the same, she just hoped you did too. The girls simultaneously rested their head on your shoulder, both surprised to feel muscle instead of bone. The rigorous workout must be effective.

“I have a request” Natasha started.

You hummed in question.

“From now on, could you please train with either me or Wanda? We won’t train combat, We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with. Just, please don’t push us away.” She said.

Your head turned to her, only to notice the lack of space between your faces. Your eyes flitted down to her gorgeous lips and back. Natasha’s heart stuttered at the action, waiting for your next move. You looked away into the distance and nodded.

“There’s something you should know.” You confessed. “I didn’t tell you the whole truth downstairs.”

When you were met with silence, you continued. 

“After they realised no matter what torture they used, I would refuse to fight and hurt others. They tried to train me to do suicide missions.. I.. they would strap bombs to my chest and blow me up as I walked to targeted spots as training.”

Both of the girls held your hands as tears made their way down your face.

“It hurt so much” you croaked. “The feeling of my body being torn apart and nerves slowly growing.”

Unable to take anymore, you let out a sob. Immediately Wanda enveloped you in a hug, Natasha doing the same until you were sandwiched between them.

“No one is going to test on us” Wanda whispered. “Not anymore.”

You continued to sob into her shoulder as they whispered words of comfort in your ear. Eventually, you found yourself laying down between the two women. The warmth their bodies provided and the exhaustion of your mind caused you to fall into a deep sleep. For some reason it was the best sleep you’d ever had.

The dynamic between the three of you had completely changed after that night. They were definitely your best friends. No matter how much you wished they could be more, but they were together. They didn’t need you in their relationship, you’d just hold them back. You didn’t let that bother you, no matter how guilty you felt at times during movie night when the two insisted you sit besides them. A week later Steve came up to you as you were eating breakfast.

“I’m really sorry y/n. It was incredibly insensitive of me to suggest what I did that night” he said. Natasha was reading on the sofa, but you could see her eyes on Steve, intently listening to what he was saying.

“It was never my intention to hurt you or make you feel uncomfortable. You absolutely do not have to train combat if you don’t want to. We all value you as a team member just the same.”

You slowly nodded your thanks. While you appreciated his apology, you were more nervous about your first workout session with Wanda and Natasha. They said they both wanted to be there for your first time as a group workout.

You entered the gym and noticed that the two women had already started working out, Wanda doing squats while Natasha was stretching. Your jaw dropped as you witnessed the two working out in their sports bra and tights. Natasha’s toned abs on display as she did the cobra pose. Your eyes shifted to Wanda and your knees felt weak. You saw sweat make its way down her neck and get lost into her cleavage. Feeling like a pervert for staring you cleared your throat and mentally cursed yourself. Both of them paused what they were doing and started walking towards you. Wanda grinned in excitement while Natasha smiled welcomingly.

“Alright y/n. Why don’t you tell us what your workout looks like and we’ll figure out a safer way to get the same results? Maybe Wanda and I can help spot you too.” Natasha asked.

“Oh cool. Okay, so basically, I run for a little bit. Then I do some strength training, followed by some bag work” you replied, already starting to stretch.

“Perfect, we can join you in running, I was planning on doing legs today, maybe we can workout together?” Wanda suggested. You nodded in agreement and the three of you walked to the treadmills.

“What speed are we running at?” Natasha asked off handedly.

Without thinking “We’ll start with 20 kmph and go from there?” You said, increasing the speed and began running. 

Wanda froze. Refusing to back down, she started the treadmill and began running at full speed. 5 minutes later Wanda was panting, slowing the treadmill down and looking at the other two in amazement. She noticed Natasha wasn’t doing to great either. Around 10 minutes later Natasha slowed down, unable to maintain the pace. Natasha’s face burned as she realised you had unintentionally outlasted both her and Wanda. She spared a glance at Wanda and that little shit had the audacity to smirk. Natasha looked to her right to see you and to her amazement, you were in a full out sprint. Natasha’s jaw dropped to see that you had been running at 35kmph all this while. An hour later, neither of them had the energy to continue running and got off the treadmill. Both of them stunned at the fact that you hadn’t changed your pace for a single second in the past hour. Wanda cleared her throat, brining you out of your focus. You slowed down and stopped, hopping off the treadmill and walking towards them. While you were breathing heavily, you looked nowhere near as exhausted as the other two felt. You smiled at them brightly.

“Time for some strength training?” You asked genuinely.

Wanda glared at you as she sat on a bench, gulping some water. You noticed their exhausted state and knelt towards Wanda.

“Can I help” you asked gently.

Tilting her head in confusion, she nodded. You slowly grabbed both hands and closed your eyed. Wanda gasped as she felt a warmth envelope her. Her soreness exhaustion dissipate and energy enter her entire body. When you let go, Wanda stood up and twisted a couple of times. She felt better than ever before. Not a hint of exhaustion throughout her body. Natasha watched in amazement at the change in her girlfriend, even her slight dark circles had disappeared.

“Is this how you feel all the time?” Wanda asked in awe.

You chuckled. “Not exactly” you replied.

Before Wanda could inquire further, you turned to Natasha and asked for permission. She nodded, blushing slightly when you took her hand. Natasha, too, gasped when she felt warmth take over. Her muscles relaxing. Even the ache she’d been feeling in her knee vanished. She almost whined when you stepped back, the warm feeling throughout her body slowly dissipating. You hadn’t realised what happened but Wanda did. Natasha saw Wanda give her a smug smile. 

You were about to walk to the free weight section when Natasha asked if the group could use the squat rack instead. Shrugging, you made your way to them. Unfortunately, your oversized sweatshirt kept on getting stuck to the squat rack. Sighing, you removed your sweatshirt. Leaving you in a full sleeved compression t-shirt and loose sweatpants. Wanda and Natasha completely froze as they saw you.

“Holy shit” Natasha thought.

“I agree” Wanda replied in her mind.

Your bulging muscles were on display, your muscular arms stretching the compression t-shirt. Natasha totally wasn’t staring at your abs and Wanda was definitely not staring at your arms. You paused, smirking when you noticed why the two were silent. You walked towards Natasha, lifted your finger to close her jaw. Her face flushed at the action.

“You’ll let flies in if you keep doing that” You teased with a smirk.

Wanda shamelessly stared at your sculpted back, looking away only when you started walking back to the squat rack.

“Don’t think I haven’t noticed you drooling, Wands” you stated, starting to workout.

It was Wanda’s turn to blush and Natasha to smirk. The rest of the workout went surprisingly well, neither of them commented on how heavy you were lifting for all of the exercises. At first, Natasha thought you were showing off for them but quickly quelled the thought as that was definitely not the kind of person you were. It was one of the things she lo- liked about you.

Post workout everyone went to their respective rooms and got ready for dinner. The training session ended up taking 4 hours.

As usual, you were a little late. Everyone was already sitting down, ready to eat. Wanda insisted to wait for you, to which they reluctantly agreed. You entered the room and your heart warmed as you saw Natasha and Wanda had saved a seat for you between the two of them. As you were about to sit down, your eyes fell on the robot sitting at the table. You froze when you saw what was on his forehead. A gasp left your lips, bringing everyone’s eyes to you. Wanda stood quickly, walking to you. Alarm bells ringing in her head as she felt shock, anger, and most of all grief rolling off you in waves. Thor, not picking up on your mood merely introduced you.

“The Vision, this is lady y/n. She’s the newest addition to our team. Lady Y/n, this is the vision. A synthezoid creat-“

“Thor shut up for a second” Nat interrupted. “Detka, what’s wrong?” She asked you.

You raised a trembling finger towards Vision.

“Why do you have that fucking stone” You gritted out.

“I am unaware of what you mean” Vision said, confused.

“That stone.” You seethed. “Killed my sister.”

X--X--X--X--X

Thank you for reading! Please leave a comment and tell me your thoughts!

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[cameforstuff]

This is barely edited because I need to wake up at 5am tomorrow but take my addition the the memory vial au. Baised on this post

Ford was sitting in a chair on the dock as the sun disappeared over the horizon. The kids had went inside for dinner. Their birthday had become a day where everyone gathered together to hang out with him. It was strange. A day he had shared for most of his live, still shared, but without half of the reason they celebrated. Stan.

Ford could think his name without crying these days. Not without the pang of guilt and hurt that followed any thought of his brother. Usually he remedied this by turning the last piece of Stan over in his hands until he ran out of tears. He did not have the vial anymore, knocked over in his own carelessness. A fragile thing not meant to be dragged where ever he went. Now, he simply took a long moment to himself. When the happy memories turned a bit too sour. When he could hear the ray of the memory gun ring in his ears. Or when he just had a story he wanted to tell his brother.

While the vial had broken, he still carried a piece of it with him. One Mabel had tumbled enough to make it like sea glass. Stan would have loved that. It was a small five sided pentagon. Five sides, like five fingers. Five fingers Ford had always longed for, to be normal. Stan had five fingers all his life, but Ford would not describe him as normal. His brother was so much more unique. Ford pressed the glass into his hand. Distantly he could remember five fingers interlaced with his.

"I asked for pancakes for dinner tonight. We always joked we would eat whatever we wanted at eighty-five." Ford started running his thumb over the glass thoughtfully. "Soos had written down the recipe you used. He has been very helpful, I can see why you kept him around."

Ford leaned back a bit and looked up at the darkening sky.

"His kid is in college now, did I tell you that? Moses we're old." Ford said, old enough he was pretty sure he might need help getting out of this chair, it sat a bit too low. He did not mind the extra time.

"Wants to go into business. He always loved to read those old business books you owned. Left us will many wobbly tables." Ford laughed, then coughed. "Hopefully he doesn't get into as much trouble as you did."

In the beat of silence he heard the echo of a door opening. Ford could hear his name be called distantly. They must be getting the cake ready, he picked Stan's favorite this year. Ford pocketed the glass and with some effort stood from the chair.

"Well, better get back before they send a search party. It was nice catching up." Ford says and turns to join the party.

A piece of him wants to say Stan is coming too. Part of him was sitting in his pocket after all, but Ford knew to well he was not and would never be. His brother was waiting somewhere far away. A place Ford was excited to follow, but he still had awhile. He still had a family he needed to watch grow up. He knew how much family meant to Stan. He would make sure to bring all the stories home to him.

@aroace-get-out-of-my-face @kagaintheskywithdiamonds

And @greenbunny7 because your ask is why this au is spinning in ma brain

[royboyfanpage]

What would you consider to be the defining characteristics of Roy? Like what makes Roy Harper well Roy Harper?

Please and Thank You ☺️

Hi! That is a really great question

Okay the first defining characteristic is easy to answer: love. Romantic, platonic, familial etc. He loves so strongly, and once he’s loved someone once he’s pretty much gonna love them forever. You can see it with Lian (which I think is particularly present during Lian’s early appearances- baby Lian era- but is also very evident all throughout her existence), you can see it with how he never stopped loving Jade, you can see it with how he lets his heart get broken for Donna, you can see it with Dick and Ollie and Dinah and everyone important to his life, and regardless of if these people hurt him he’s still gonna love them. Which leads onto his second defining characteristic-

Forgiveness, and emotional honesty. In my opinion, a good Roy Harper does not hold grudges, at least not for very long. This is something that I think’s most interestingly demonstrated in Titans (1999) #15, wherein the Fab Five are all on an island together where their emotions are being manipulated to turn them against each other. And the main reason I think this issue in particular is so interesting is because when everyone else is there bringing up resentments and grudges, particularly towards Roy, Roy doesn’t. The only times that it could be argued that Gargoyle’s manipulating Roy’s emotions to make him more hostile, it’s always in direct response to something else that’s happened there- take, Dick insulting Roy and calling him unreliable, for example. And when you think about it, it makes a lot of sense. Roy’s generally perceived as the “hothead” of the group and, while I don’t like it that much as a negative connotation (though there are undoubtedly some moments where it is a negative), it is in a way true. He’s very much an immediate responder- he won’t let things fester, he’ll immediately call things out when he doesn’t like them, and then once he’s gotten that out in the air he’ll drop it even without any apology (which, to be honest, 9/10 times he does not get an apology). He doesn’t hold grudges because he takes action immediately against things he doesn’t like, and then ends it there once he’s voiced his thoughts. He forgives incredibly easily, which unfortunately has made him a bit of a punching bag among his friends- everybody knows Roy as the one who doesn’t hold things against you, and so they don’t have many reservations about calling him a junkie or insulting him (which as a little aside is why I love Roy punching Dick in Outsiders so much- this isn’t a new occurrence, people have been calling him a junkie for years, but he actually stands up for himself which. Good for you baby.) Obviously this isn’t always the case, and a really interesting casual observation I’ve made recently is that it’s definitely something that came about more after Lian was born. I haven’t thought about this in great depth before, so I’m not taking into account the original Teen Titans run because it’s currently 5am and I cannot be arsed to reread it all looking for panels that back up my point, but Roy’s emotional honesty was definitely not as key pre-Lian as it after she came into his life, particularly surrounding Ollie. Maybe I’ll make a separate post about this at some point when I’ve thought about it more, but essentially my point is that Roy promised Lian that he wouldn’t lie to her, and a part of not lying is being more open and honest in all aspects of your life.

And then the next is Roy’s abandonment issues. Is he even Roy Harper if he doesn’t have abandonment issues. A key part of Roy’s relationships is that he expects them end, he expects everything to go wrong and for him to be once again left on his own. The most clear example of this is with Donna, particularly their relationship in Titans ‘99. In #5, he asks her on their date “With all the great guys in your life, why the hell are you out here with me?” To which her answer is essentially he’s not Dick, Garth, Wally, or Kyle, nothing about who he is, just who he’s not, which she later expands on in #6 by saying she wanted to date him for his “reputation”, so she could be seen as less of a nice girl, which again, isn’t really saying anything about Roy as a person, just what function he can provide as a boyfriend at that time. And then again in #15 (have I mentioned before that the Gargoyle storyline is one of the absolute best stories for Roy analysis? Because it is) when Donna tells Roy that she doesn’t intend on staying with him, saying “when we break up”, Roy just… leaves. Which I think is a really interesting juxtaposition against the last point I made, it’s one of the few instances where Roy actually can’t immediately voice his feelings because he just can’t handle having his fears confirmed one more time, he has to leave. And then when Donna and Roy finally have their heart to heart at the end of Donna’s “who is” arc (I can’t remember the exact issue), Roy has this… one split second, one single panel where you can see his pain, before he puts a mask on to go back to the carefree Roy Harper, essentially telling her he’s glad he chose her out of everyone to experiment and that he’ll always love her regardless of if they’re in a relationship, despite the fact Donna doesn’t really acknowledge his feelings- just Lian’s. I just think it’s really interesting how Roy’s usual openness about his emotions isn’t as present with Donna, and he’s way more likely to lie to her to hide his pain. And Roy’s abandonment issues are so important throughout his story- he can’t stand being alone, he’s hardly ever a solo hero, but he expects it. There are a lot of reasons why Roy got addicted to drugs, but the main one which was present in both the original Snowbirds comic (through Roy’s speech about how “someone” might turn to drugs in order to deal with an “older friend” leaving them) and his Secret Origins story is that he turned to drugs because he couldn’t handle Ollie leaving. I’m not gonna go into depth with Snowbirds here, I’ve already done that a lot, but his abandonment issues are absolutely a core part of his character particularly in the fact he’s proven right so often. But what’s most interesting is something I made a post about before is that Roy’s abandonment issues don’t manifest in the way you’d expect. Usually, a character who has abandonment issues will hide themself away, not let anybody close for fear of being hurt again. Roy? His arms are always open. He will let them into his life, fully expecting them to hurt him, and he’ll do this again and again and again. He’s attracted to it like a moth to a flame- he can’t be alone, he’s an extrovert to the highest degree, and he keeps getting his heart broken because it’s always on his sleeve.

There’s a lot more I could talk about here, but I’ve been typing for like an hour and my fingers hurt now. I hope this is satisfactory :)

[morbidpandabear-blog]

Styx and Sugar

Date posted — March 11th 2025

Hybrid au!

Hybrid! Yoongi x Reader

Warning! — alcohol, animal abuse, violent behavior, hurt hybrid Yoongi.

Authors Note — This story is unedited and I wrote it at like 5am, so I’m sorry if it’s not the best but I had an idea and just had to get it out! 💜

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It was another busy Friday night at Styx, my bar. The place was packed, the hum of conversation and clinking glasses creating a comfortable buzz in the air. I leaned over the counter, handing a frosty beer to a regular, just as my hired bartender, Lara, shouted over the noise, "Y/N, we’re gonna need more whiskey!"

"Got it!" I yelled back, tossing a glance over my shoulder to make sure everything else was running smoothly. I was used to nights like this, but as the owner, I often ended up doing more than just bartending. I was part of the machinery that kept the place ticking.

A few hours in, the rush of customers started to settle, but the energy in the room never truly died down. That's when I noticed the garbage bag piled high by the side door — it was my turn to take out the trash. Normally, it wouldn’t be a big deal, but the alley behind the bar was... well, less than inviting at night.

I grabbed the heavy bag, shot Lara a quick "I'll be back in a minute" nod, and pushed the side door open. The dim light from the street lamps barely made it through the haze of fog creeping along the ground. As I stepped out, I heard it. A whimper — high-pitched and full of pain.

Dropping the trash bag I Instinctively ducked slightly, looking around the alley cautiously. The sound was coming from the alleyway's far end, where the shadows were thickest. The grunting followed after each pained whimper, jagged and uneven, almost like a rhythmic thudding. I knew immediately something wasn’t right. I hurried toward the noise, keeping my senses sharp.

Then, my heart dropped. A man, clearly drunk, was kicking a poor black toy poodle. The dog yelped in agony, trying to crawl away from the onslaught. I could feel my blood boil instantly.

"Hey!" I shouted, my voice a mix of anger and fear. "I’ve already called the cops, you better get the hell out of here!"

The drunk man, probably not fully processing what was going on, staggered away, grumbling incoherently as he tried to flee. His steps were unsteady, and in a few moments, he disappeared into the fog. I didn’t waste any time. My hands shook as I rushed forward, scooping up the small, trembling puppy into my arms. He fit perfectly against my chest, his fur soft and matted with dirt. I could feel the heat of his tiny body pressed close to mine as I ran back inside.

“Lara, I need to go. It’s an emergency,” I said quickly as I grabbed my phone off the counter. “Hold down the fort for me?”

Lara nodded without hesitation, and I bolted out the door, jumping into my car, setting the puppy carefully into the passanger seat. My heart hammered in my chest as I fumbled with my phone, searching for the nearest emergency vet. Thankfully, one wasn’t too far, and I made it there in record time.

The vet’s office was warm and smelled of antiseptic and comfort. I paced as the staff checked over the dog, now gently cleaned and prodded. The little guy was a trooper, despite the bruising and swelling that marred his small body. The doctor confirmed that only a few of the kicks had landed, but even that had caused some damage to his ribs. The vet prescribed anti-inflammatory medication and a light pain reliever, and after a brief discussion on the medications, I was told I could take him home.

Over the next few weeks I took care of the puppy working hard to get him back into the right shape. After the first week I had decided to name him Sugar. It felt right, given how sweet he is despite the ordeal he’d been through, it fit him perfectly.

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Four Weeks Later

I walked into my apartment after a long shift, exhausted and ready to collapse. “Sugar!” I called out, scanning the rooms for my little companion. I usually found him curled up on the couch or snuggled into the blanket at the foot of my bed, but tonight was different.

“Sugar?” I called again, my unease growing. The apartment was eerily quiet, and my mind began to race. Was the window open? Did I forget to lock the door?

My heart skipped a beat when I heard the sound of running water coming from the bathroom. Immediately, my pulse quickened. Someone must have broken in. Or worse, the apartment was haunted. Without thinking, I grabbed the nearest weapon — a rolling pin — and crept toward the bathroom door.

As I stepped close preparing to open it, the door flew open on its own. I screamed, swinging the pin wildly. My heart beating rapidly in my chest as mid-air as the pin was stopped in place by a hand. I blinked, my eyes meeting a pair of wide brown ones.

I gasped. The young man standing in front of me stared in shock as I blinked rapidly at him frozen. He oddly seemed familiar to me, and as I thought that I glanced up. Gasping in shock I noticed a pair of black ears sitting onto of his head, then the small black tail tucked behind him. He was... my puppy. No. It couldn’t be.

“Sugar?” I breathed out, unable to move. The man nodded slightly, the puppy I had rescued, the one I had cared for, now stood in front of me as a man, my sugar was a hybrid.

Taking a moment I noticed his features were soft, almost delicate, and he looked strangle cute as he stood there rooted in place in a pair of my ex’s sweats, and an oversized shirt.

“I… I can explain,” he said meekly, and for a moment, I just stared, dumbfounded. It was him. This grown man was my puppy. My mind was reeling.

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Two Hours Later

I couldn’t stop laughing. It was absurd, it was ridiculous, and yet... it made sense.

“So, let me get this straight," I said, catching my breath between giggles, "While you were hurt your shifting was delayed, but then when you were able to transform back, you thought I’d be upset that you weren’t a real puppy and you didn’t want to hurt my feelings, so you decided to stay as Sugar?”

Yoongi — as he now told me his name was — nodded sheepishly, his ears twitching slightly.

I couldn’t stop laughing. The absurdity of it all hit me in waves. When I finally calmed down, I looked at him and grinned. "Well, I’m not mad. But you should have told me sooner."

He gulped and quickly zipped his lips, making me laugh even harder. “Well, looks like I have a new roommate,” I said, after a few moments of silence. Yoongi’s face lit up. “You��re going to let me stay?” He asked excitedly “Yeah why not? It would be lonely here now with my little dog.” I say jokingly. “But we’re splitting house chores." I added while grinning.

Yoongi grinned back but his face fell as I gave him a look of faux seriousness. "Besides can’t have you leaving here telling the world of my awful dancing that you’ve seen, you’d ruin my reputation.” I added as I broke into giggles at the end.

He let out a loud laugh. “Alright, you’ve got a deal.” He says as he makes a zipping motion of his lips.

I chuckling before mentioning that will go shopping tomorrow for him before I turn the tv on. As we settled into the couch to watch TV, I couldn't help thank the universe that it was my turn to take the trash out that night.

[baasphemous]

Gender rambling between 4-5am? Not sure who even keeps up here as sporadic as i post, but!

Gender is so weird. I have, for most of my life, never really considered my appearance. It was something that i “fought” for but never really played with? I’d toss on a tshirt, some cargo somethings, sneakers, and call it a day because for me, it was the least sensory hell and something that didnt make me dysphoric that apparently set the tone of being a trans man. I cut my hair into a rooster comb and for the most part that was my set hairstyle. I never really saw it as gendered and i liked it i guess? I liked my hair out of everything but even still sometimes sticking it up felt like a chore or could be a sensory challenge. I have been out of the house for half my life now, and yet i feel like i never got much of that teenage exploration most my peers got. Its weird to be exploring it in your thirties but here i am. I spent my early twenties as a trans man, and only managed to disown it in my late twenties during pride month when i went back to test driving they after realizing being a man gave me dysphoria too.

I have never particularly felt like a man nor a woman, but something in between. Both, sometimes neither. These days i feel like i fluctuate and so i have been cozying down in the ambiguity, thinking i might be some kind of fluid but my queer ass really feels at home with terms like faggot butch, nonbinary, gender noncompliant, transgender, or dyke. I like the idea of any pronouns but sometimes i feel sad people automatically clock me as a he/him 95% of the time because i have facial hair. They is fine for me, she is interesting, and viewing myself through she has been a wild ride in terms of things coming full circle again to my agab, in some respects. I dont hate it when i view myself as masculine like a dyke.

It’s weird because i dont want to use micro labels and yet regardless of acceptability of said labels (people dont like the reclaiming of slurs), i find myself fearfully wading through them, scared of the judgement and scared of folks accusing me of some lack of authenticity. Scared that folks will slap a stamp on my head (such as trans man) and look no further. And i suppose thats inevitable in some respects because i often just say im queer and leave it at that. Sometimes queer is all i need. People will make their assumptions and wont always understand and thats okay. The people who matter will get it.

I shaved my hair off wednesday afternoon and as much of a siren call as it was, i was scared it was going to look bad! I cant lie, though, there was something sweet and delightful about having my owner run her hand over my freshly cut head and tell me i really was her bully now after she helped shear it all off. I took some weird relief in the act and something was nice about seeing myself reflected in the mirror with a new sense of self. It was like the feeling of buying a new canvas to paint on or starting over. It kind of kickstarted me into engaging in how i look again instead of just idly accepting not looking at it in the day to day because it didnt really feel important.

Last years yule made me think about clothing, but i had kind of picked it up and put it down. I feel like this “drastic” hair cut has been a relief for not having to manage hair and how sensory overwhelming it can be, but also for my gender expression. I have thought about makeup since. I have enjoyed wearing dangly earrings with a bald head. I have been thinking about how i could feasibly look cute if i just picked up xyz or did something scary and alluring. And who knows, it might change? I might grow it back out to a rooster comb again. But for now i am enjoying the ride, i am enjoying feeling engaged with myself because i deserve more than just throwing on essentials and living my day without considering myself. It is nice feeling like i have some kind of autonomy over my appearance for a change instead of settling into something “acceptable” or just cruising along without much thought. I hope i can pull my partners along because they deserve that feeling too.

Its times like these where i wonder if this feeling of autonomy is just something people feel by default or if they work more or less to get to this point? I dunno, but i am happy to have gotten here.

[sleepdeprivedsimp234]

Some Ken/Tex father/son fluff for @artisticmiles post.

(Ft. Some harmless KenGeo<3)

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At around 5am, Texas was walking to the barn outside the Statehouse to check on his horse, Ranger. Nobody knew why he woke up this early, but they didn't question it. He was a little surprised when he opened the barn door and saw Kentucky leaning against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth and standing next to his own horse.

Kentucky stood up and took the cigarette out of his mouth and gave Texas a friendly smile. "Hey kiddo!"

Texas returned the smile as he grabbed a brush for Ranger's mane. "Hi Tucky. What're ya doin' up? I thought you would be sleepin' with Georgia." It took Texas a hot second to figure out how dirty that sounded, but when he found out he blushed brighter than the sun."N-Not like that dear god-!!"

Kentucky laughed at his son's friend's embarrassment, tho he blushed a bit as well. "Nah kid. We're saving that for when you kids are outta the house." He said with a click of his tongue and a wink that made Texas groan loudly and hide his face in Ranger's neck. Kentucky laughed at him again.

"Shuddap..." Texas groaned. "But really, what're ya doin' up right now? You're an old man and you need your old man sleep."

"I'm not that old, I'm 34, thank you very much!!" Kentucky said, playfully glaring at the Lone Star State.

"Exactly, old."

"Ughhh- anyways. I'm up cuz I knew you would be up at this hour for some reason, and I wanted to show you something that you might enjoy." Kentucky answered.

"Oh okay. Is it here in DC, or do we need to teleport?" asked the younger but taller state.

"Teleporting, it's in my state. Also we're bringin' the horses too." Answered the older.

"Are we sure that's a good idea? I mean- NY's teleported with his long-rat things (ferrets), but these are full grown quarterhorses."

"I'm sure." Kentucky reassured before they all teleported to his state.

Texas opened his eyes and nearly gasped at the beautiful sight that lay before him.

They were sitting on there horses on top of a large rock. And below them lay a giant waterfall that flowed into a river that seemed to run on for miles and moved calmly with the night's breeze. He could see the reflection of the moon and it's little friends, the stars, on the water's surface. The moon also seemed to create a rainbow over the waterfall. On the other side laid hills and the horizon where the sun would rise within the next hour.

Kentucky chuckled at the younger's amazement before speaking up, breaking the silence of the nature's wonders. "Beautiful huh?"

Texas smiled, "Yeah...".

"This is where I proposed to Georgia. He had the same exact reaction as you when he saw this place." Kentucky said, smiling fondly.

"Yea I can see why. It's- beautiful." Texas said.

Kentucky looked Texas in the eyes, and his heart melted at how happy the younger looked. His dark oak colored eyes twinkled in the moonlight and his smiled shined like the stars themselves. Lord knows when the last time Texas looked so happy and carefree was. He noticed the taller starting to shiver a bit and draped his jacket over him.

"Cmon, kid. Let's get back to the statehouse before Georgia wakes up and wonders where the hell we disappeared off to. Maybe we'll have time to ride the horses around before he lectures me about being up this early and dragging you out here without proper warmth." Kentucky said with a laugh, reaching up to ruffle Texas's hair playfully, knocking off his hat.

Texas laughed a bit as he put his hat back on. "Yea let's go. Perhaps I can distract him long enough for you to hide."

"Yea."

[project-sour-grapes]

After seeing videos of the Pacific Palisades and Altadena burnt to grey shells of themselves, I decided to go to Los Angeles. People were posting volunteering opportunities every day the Los Angeles subreddit, and there was a spreadsheet of ongoing needs. I also saw videos of folks cleaning up the neighborhood south of the Eaton Fire, so I showed up with a gas mask to one of the groups doing that and we went to town. While we were cleaning, cars driving by would honk at us, in probably a good way. A lady in the neighborhood came by with Powerade and chips, and she expressed how grateful she was, because her husband just had back surgery. I imagine having to worry about your husband and any possible kids or pets in that state was terrifying. I'm looking at the map now on Watch Duty, and we were cleaning up just a half mile south of Woodbury Dr, which is basically the start of the fire area. The National Guard, CalFire, and FEMA (as far as I know) have blocked off that area to do the real HAZMAT stuff and keep out any people who shouldn't be there. We were just south of there cleaning up trash and green debris.

The point of this blog entry is to say that, prior to going to LA, I wasn't sure whether I should go or not. I deliberated for days. Videos were popping up on the news, not only of the smoke plume and the streets which look like they were effectively napalmed, but of people finding belongings in the rubble, realizing their dogs were still alive, and joining up with perfect strangers to take care of LA. I'd see that and my brain was like, "Go! Go help! Go!" I wanted to leave Sunday, but I had two interviews for freelance contracts pop up on Monday, so I did that. But then I thought about it all day Monday and decided to leave Tuesday. Then I woke up on Tuesday and talked myself out of it again. I had already asked my boss for PTO for the following few days, without telling him why, but I just couldn't commit. I was being dumb and indecisive. Some of it was legitimate fear, since Red Flag Warnings were still in effect through Wednesday and spot fires are a true threat to life and safety. But I woke up Wednesday, packed up my car, and then sat and talked myself into and out of going several times for two hours.

Then I had a chat with my dad about why I was hesitating to go. I said that maybe it was dumb of me to go. Maybe it was unsafe. Maybe they didn't really need me. Maybe I should just donate money. Then we talked about individual roles in problem solving and what I would probably have wished I had done looking back. I knew that if I hadn't gone, I would have wished I did and would have wondered. I would have mentally spun my wheels and not done any of the other things that would have been a "better use of my time" on paper. So, despite all of the fear and the hemming and hawing, I decided to go.

My indecision meant that I got to LA much later than I wanted to. The smart version of me thought if I left at 5am, then I could be in town by 1pm and get to see some of LA in the daylight and maybe see the beach. By being indecisive, I left at noon and got to Redondo Beach at 8pm. The funny thing is that my car was all packed up and all I had to do was drive, but my brain decided to throw up excuses at the last second, and that made the trip more annoying. It was still great, but I made things worse by not just deciding.

Anyway, volunteering was dope. I showed up to the brigade that was doing the cleanup, and I helped sign people in and helped them get things going in the morning. It was many people's first day, so I just kind of pretended I knew what I was doing and we got the volunteer sign-in table going and then things were off and running. Ironically, I can be decisive in some ways but not others. It may be that if nobody is rising to the task, my brain is like, "Alright, decision made. We're doing this." But if I see others doing the thing, I don't want to inject myself into it, or I think that I won't do it as well as them, so I just sit and perseverate about helping but ultimately do nothing. One thing about taking on a task that nobody else wants to do is that, if you screw it up, they're not allowed to be mad, because they didn't even want to do it anyway. Honestly, most people are just glad you took that thing off of their plate and only the cynics will express that you should have done it some other way instead. (I would know, because sometimes I am that cynic.)

That seems to be an important data point for what motivates me though. I want to feel needed (like anybody does). I want to do a good job. I don't want to be in the way. And I don't want to be an idiot who gets caught in a fire in LA, because I wanted to be Ricky Rescue and didn't heed red flag warnings. If I can't be really good at something, I just kinda shut down and ruminate about doing it while not doing it. And yet, despite this uncertainty prior to actually leaving for Los Angeles, I did it anyway. This means that I can look at this in two ways. One, I get a lot of joy out of doing things that other people might not be willing to do, whether it is the simple act itself or it is the challenge of being excellent at that thing. Two, it is way better to act, despite not knowing if I can achieve this "excellence," rather than just sitting and daydreaming about it. Going to LA was better than not going, even though I almost talked myself out of it. Hell, I almost turned the car around multiple times. How many hours have I spent writing and deliberating about what does or doesn't motivate me? Whatever the LA trip was, and despite how short it was, it definitely taught me some funny things about myself. It's so stupidly simple. It was not a large undertaking to drive to LA, clean up, then drive home. There was something about taking action though that did teach me things that just sitting and thinking would not have. It's dumb that I'm even treating this like it's monumental. Who gives a shit? Whatever! But that will be some food for thought about my next path in life, or how I choose between the few that I've narrowed things down to. Identity, the role one feels drawn to in life, and intrinsic motivation are still the themes of the year for me. This will be food for thought for the next few days.

Also, despite sometimes romanticizing being an OTR truck driver (like semi-trucks) and sightseeing while enjoying omelettes and coffee at Flying Js across the country, I know being a trucker is not for me. I think my time as an EMT gave me a complex around driving lmao. Driving through rain and fog scares the shit out of me now.

[simons-temple-of-eros]

first rough draft of chapter 1 of a love story

i'm getting tired of this i just want to write something good. posting this here before i burn all of chapter 1 to the ground hoping a better chapter that is actually Good will rise from the ashes like a Phoenix...

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there was still something terribly meloncholy about the lack of the woods' usual sounds and life. the lack of the usual animals - strange or ordinary - wandering around the woods was something that only seemed to get worse and worse as the days and weeks went by. and a few times the creatures he had managed to find seemed… apprehensive. fearful even.

and so that morning it came as a shock when he saw a figure floating in the rivers below.

but let's go back a little bit earlier, shall we? the time was just shy of 5am and despite the first lights of morning beginning to paint the sky the sun had yet to actually make an appearance. in short it was barely morning and most the residents of gravity falls would be still asleep at such a time.

stanford pines was not most people.

a feeling of guilt rests on top of his already heavy heart at leaving that morning without so much as a goodbye to his brother. he tries to reason with himself that he was not avoiding stanley. that it was simply not prudent to wake him when he was just going out for fresh air, but the obvious excuse rings hollow even in his own mind.

stars, it had almost been three months since… well since everything.

three months since he'd found himself suddenly going from stanford pines, lone multiverse wanderer to being dragged back into his familiar yet changed home to become stanford pines, brother and great uncle to two bright young children. three months since the sky tore open, otherwordly nightmares leaking into the small oregon town as the world had, in every sense of the word, ended and then it didn't.

(three months since he found his brother sitting in that forest clearing wearing the wrong clothes and an even wronger look of absolute emptiness as he looked at ford like he was a stranger. three months since he realized that even though the world had been saved, a part of his own world had been taken away for good.)

no, don't think about that. stanford forcibly pushes the painful memories away with a few deep breaths that freeze in the cold air before him.

a stronger shiver goes through the scientist as he pulls his dark coat closer, the shiver in question only partially causes by the cold weather.

living close to the forests of gravity falls had accustumed the silver haired man to the sort of energy the place had. the trees and the flora almost seeming to be breathing and whispering with it's own sort of life, and it wasn't uncommon to feel like you were being watched over when in the forest.

yet ever since bill and his friends had visited and brought their destruction with them the forests seem to have changed. there seemed to be a sort of radio static that had fell over the evergreen trees, an unnatural quiet that was accompanied by the near constant feeling of being watched. not the gaze of the protective trees but a hungry gaze that saw him as prey.*

trying to ground himself to the present, ford lets his gaze wander the scenery of the forest around him. and that was when he had seen the body in the river.

it took him a moment to realize what he was seeing, the distance making him almost assume they were simply a floating piece of driftwood. a moment after he darted down the little grassy hill that lead to the gently running river below to the figure as a voice in his mind cautioned him ahead. 'keep your guard up, we don't know who this person is and if they pose a danger.'

getting a closer look at this stranger, stanford could see they were laying in the river on their side. thankfully not in deep enough for the water to drown them. their freckle-sprinkled skin looks worryingly pale, stark against their long, dark and deeply soaked hair. when checking the stranger's pulse gives him a noticable yet weak pulse ford lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding.

but even with the immediate concern that he had discovered a corpse taken care of, he knew that this stranger was still in danger of hypothermia. not to mention the possible injury that could have put them in an unconscious state in the first place.

'do you really think it's a good idea to bring this stranger into the shack?'

he shook off the thought. he certainly wasn't going to leave them here to succumb to the elements. and besides, he knew that stanley and himself were both quite able to fend for themselves if the stranger turned out to have ill intentions.

and perhaps the appearance of this dark haired person might be connected to the forest's odd behavior.

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when simon wakes up, he doesn't feel cold.

the last thing he remembers is his body sinking, sinking down into icy waters. numbness down to his very fingertips. water filling his mouth and into his lungs.

so he didn't really expect to wake up again. let alone waking up under a soft warmth.

a glace down after he fights off his bone deep tiredness enough to open his eyes confirms his suspicions that the warm softness is a blanket. the sort of blanket that has a fuzzy fur on one side and the other side seemed to be a flannel. His fingers pinch the blanket, running a thumb over the fabric sleepily as his eyes begin to scan his surroundings.

he seemed to be in some sort of cabin house. he could see various items around him, bookshelves and boxes as well as the couch he woke up on. the sunlight shining through the half curtained window told him it could've have been any later than the afternoon. it was all quite comfortable, homey even.

and it was completely unfamiliar.

this realization brings a slowly growing feeling of anxiety in the pit of simon's stomach.

'don't panic don't panic don't panic… you (probably) haven't been found by 'the family' because if you had there's no way you would'nt have woke up in chains and/or in a cage of some sort. hell, that's assuming they wouldn't have just snuffed you out as soon as they found you.'

alright, that's not helping the anxiety.

he shakes his head to clear the mounting worst-case-scenarios in his head. 'shut up, shut up, shut the hell up!'

his senses suddenly jump to high alert when he hears the door opening. simon's head turns like a frightened animal, dark hair whipping around as he turns to see a man just as unfamiliar as the room he found himself in. an older man, hair grey and looking back at him with an expression that seemed in both parts cautious and comforting. like someone approaching a feral and afraid dog. he tries not to think about how apt that description feels.

"er, you're awake." he finally speaks after a moment. "how are you feeling? are you dehydrated? does anything hurt?" as he says this he makes a move to close their distance, and although he seems like a nice enough man the little, terrified part of simon knows that all too often the face that smiles at you could easily be holding a dagger behind their back.

he doesn't even realize he had let out a growl until he sees the unfamiliar man stop short. although where people in the past would at this point chide him for his behavior, maybe snap back at him or tell him to stop being dramatic, instead the silver haired man put his hands up as if trying to calm down a wild horse.

"i'm not going to hurt you, i just need to check on your vitals." simon frowned, a part of him resenting being coddled like some little stray pup, but chooses to keep this thought to himself.

"fine." he simply says. maybe he should be more cautious but he was honestly too tired to bother. this answer seems to suffice for the man who a moment later is taking a seat on the couch next to simon to perform the improptu checkup.

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[robinismywifee]

stargazing || e. williams

pairings ellie williams x fem!oc/reader carl grimes x oc x enid rhee (platonic bffs) daughter!oc x father!daryl dixon

summary TWD & TLOU crossover, takes place in alexandria basically if the group never met negan, daryl and aaron find joel and ellie and bring them in, 16 y/o ellie, mention of a not that important death in season 6 of TWD

warnings NSFW, dom!ellie, fingering, pet names (babe), smoking weed, mentions of drinking, ellie & oc are both virgins

a/n im mainly saying oc instead of reader because im using a name for her, (aimees/aime) cause i hate writing y/n but feel free to pretend its your name instead! any feedback & notes are appreciated, you may send requests but they have to be TWD or TLOU charaters x reader otherwise i wont do them, (no promises in general) this is my first tumblr post still trying to figure tumblr, out sorry if i fucked it up or something, i also dont proof read so theres probably a couple mistakes sorry 😭

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carl placed down a red uno card, i smiled at that, placing down my red 5, "uno!" i shouted, holding the card close to my chest so they couldnt peek, my smile was soon dropped as enid placed down a green 2, i stood up placing my card down, revealing my red 4 to them, "i already lost" i mumbled, "rage quiter" carl called me, "im not a rage quitter! im just done playing with cheaters" i crossed my arms

"you so are a rage quitter aimees!" enid exclaimed, "and you so are a cheater!" i exclaimed back, "how are we cheating?" carl asked, "uh, cause you guys just are" i shrugged

"yeah right" carl scoffed jokingly

i watched them as they finished playing their uno game, enid ended up winning, "what time is it?" enid asked as she collected the messy cards around the table and placed them in the box

"uhhh.." i stood up, peeking my head in the kitchen to check the clock, "9:45" i yawned, i had woken up at 5am to go on a run and my eyes were getting heavy, ive been waiting for dad to get back but he hasnt yet.

"i think im gonna head back" i said, one thing about me is that even after being here for almost a year now, i still havent gotten use to sleeping in a real bed, at night in a real house, and i still have yet to call where i was staying, 'my home'

"yeah, me too" enid stood up aswell, "uhm.. enid?" i asked her, she knew what i was about to ask immediately, i hated sleeping alone, anytime my dad was out, i would ask enid to sleepover with me

enid gave me a sad-eyed look, "im sorry amiees, but i told maggie and glenn i'd be home for tonight" i shook my head with a small smile, "no worries, goodnight enid" i waves her off, she gave me a slight nod before she existed the house

i walked into the kicthen, carl was placing the snacks away, "hey" i said, he looked over his shoulder, his white eyepatch covering his old wound, "hey, i thought you weny home, whats up?" he asked, turning to face me

"could you please stay with me tonight? daryl hasnt gotten back yet, and enid needed to get home" i asked, "yea, let me just write my dad a note" he nodded with a smile

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"hey, aimees" i heard a voice shake me awake, the sudden touch made me shot up and pull out my pocket knife that was under my pillow, but i immediately put it down when i realized it was just carl

"shit, you scared me" i panted, placing my knife back under my pillow, "sorry, i didnt mean to, but its almost 6:30 and im pretty sure your dads home" he said, his eye was tired and his hair was scruffy, meaning he had just woken up, but the topic of my dad made me shot out of bed, only in my socks, pajama plaid pants, and a thickstrap white tanktop without a bra, carl wore a grey hanley shirt and sweatpants

i opened up my door and ran down the steps, my dad was in the kicthen, talking to some other people but i didnt really care about them or have time to see who it was, i just ran up to my dad and hugged him which he of course hug back

"fuck you, you said you'd be back in a day!" i exclaimed as i pulled away, "i know, im sorry aimees, the storm slowed us down" he replied looking down at me, i knew the reason why he took an extra day was because of the rain storm but i couldnt care less, i still worried the worse possible thing

"i dont really care dad, you still said a day" i said with my head tilted, i wasnt actually mad, and he knew that, i was just annoyed that it took longer then normal and missed him

"yeah, i know, i missed you too" he rubbed my back gently, "can we have breakfast together? or are you gonna go back out again" i asked, "uh.." he hummed, i sighed, thinking he had to go back out again, but his gaze was around the room and not on me, i thought maybe he was looking at carl, but im always with either him or enid when he gets back

i turned my head to see what he was looking at, 2 people i've never seen before stood awkwardly a couple feet away from me, there was a man about the same age as my dad, and a girl about my age, the girl wore a white tanktop similar to mine with a white bandage around her right arm, with black skinny jeans, and converse. she had a side bang and her brown hair in a ponytail

"uh-" i stood there for a moment, before looking back to my dad, "are these the people?" i asked, he nodded slightly, i glanced back over to them, and back at my dad, "why are they here?" i asked, over the months, my dad and aaron have been bringing people and even a whole community back, they never once came to our house right, i mean maybe a few says after to stop by and say thanks or whatever, but they had just gotten here and were standing in our kicthen, dirt and sweat stuck to their skin

"ricks still out with michonne so i was tellin them the rules, and you're gonna give ellie some of your clothes" he pointed briefly at the girl, i turned back around, i nodded, i turned my head back to see carl standing there awkwardly too, "im ellie" the girl waved, her face was red, she. must be hot, i went to intruduce myself but the girl bumped her elbow into the man, motioning for him to intruduce himself, "im joel" he said, "hi.. im carl" carl said, standing behind me, "im aime" i smiled, i was actually quite happy dad brought home a girl my age, although carl and enid denied them dating, i still felt like i was always third wheeling

"aimees, why dont you go show them to their house next door, i havent slept in days" i didnt have time to reply as he walked off

"okay.." i mumbled, i looked down to my pajamas hanging over my socks, "uh, could you guys give us a second?" i asked, looking at joel and ellie, joel gave a stern nod, i looked over at carl, grabbing his wrist and led him away with me, i could feel the girls eyes on me as i left.

"i hated meeting new people before the dead started walking, and i hate it even more now" i whispered to carl as we walked up the steps, "yeah, i can tell" he said sarcastically, i shoved him as he hit the wall which made us both laugh

carl changed in my bathroom, as i changed in my room, putting on jeans, a bra, my shoes, and my holster with my gun and knife

"you coming with me to give them a tour right?" i asked carl, looking at him, "nah" he shrugged, i hit his shoulder, "yes you are" i yelled whispered, before we entered the kitchen, joel was in the same spot, while ellie was close up at an old family photo of me, my dad, and my mom

"sorry for the wait, we just woke up" i spoke, causing ellie and joel to look up from my sudden voice, "lets go" i nodded, as they followed me out my house

"uh, so, your guy's house is right next to mine" i said as i began to walk up the steps of the empty house, "hey aimees, im gonna go see if enid and maggie need help with the fence" he said from behind joel and ellie, ellie glanced at carl, but joels eyes stayed locked on ellie, i slowly died inside when he said that, i could tell ellie was looking at me but i still flipped off carl as he walked away with a smirk

"so where you guys from?" i asked, "houston" joel answered, that explains the accent, "boston" ellie answered, i looked at them confused, "oh you guys arent father and daughter? how do you know each other?" i asked, "long story" ellie answered, "okay, well, i mean.. this is your house, uhh, i dont think theres any blankets in your bedrooms and theres not any food, clothes or shower stuff, so you guys can like, i dont know, get situated? while i ran around alexandria and collect you guys a bunch of shit" i shrugged, unsure of what else to say

they both nodded, "ill try not to take to long, ill be back in maybe 30 minutes?" i said, unsure myself of how long it would take, "okay, thank you aime" joel nodded, "oh, uh, i know i introduced myself as aime but actually call me aimees, nobody calls me aime its actually kinda weird.. okay, see you" i said as i speed walked out the house

i walked in my house and let out the biggest sigh.

that was the most awkwardest thing ever.

i walked to my room, and took out about half my clothes for ellie, she only had a small school bookbag, so she probably only had a pair of underwear and some socks in there, if she was gonna live here now, she needed clothes

i folded them up, i was giving her my dark blue tanktop with spaghetti straps that was starting to fade, a grey tanktop with thick straps, a tan hanley that was too tight to fit me, a plaid flannel, light blue jeans, jean shorts, plaid pajama pants, 2 pairs of underwear, a black bra, and a pair of thick white socks. i hope thats good enough

i grabbed a basket and set everything in it, i opened the closet next to my bathroom, placing body washes, shampoos, and conditioners in the basket, along with 2 toothbrushes, 2 things of toothpaste, and a razor and tampons for ellie

i figured i'd drop what i had off right now since they we're probably dying for a shower, plus the basket was over flowing

i knocked on there door, but nobody came, i went to knock again but a voice from inside came- "COMING!" i could tell by the voice that it was ellie, as joels is 10 times deeper and has no emotion

i waited for a moment before the door opened, "hi ellie" i greeted, she stood there looking at me for a moment, she seemed she was deep in thought, "oh! sorry, come in" she said, opening the door wider, i smiled walking in, she shut the door behind me, "i- i dont have everything right i just brought clothes and shower stuff since i figured that was probably the first thing you would want to do, and while your showering i was gonna get the rest" i said, basket in hand

"oh- right- yeah, thank you" she said, taking the basket from me, "i didnt bring any clothes for joel cause i dont know where to get him any and my dad was asleep, but ill work on finding him stuff" i added, she nodded looking up at me, "hes passed out right now, and probably will be for the rest of the day" she shrugged, i laughed at her saying it so serious, she laughed with me, "okay, well, enjoy your shower.. im supposed to tell you to not use up too much hot water, but knock yourself out, i mean, i know on my first day i did" i said before i left her house

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its been a 3 days since ellie and joel joined alexandria, ellie hasnt really gone outside at all, i havent really seen her since the first day of her being here, only through our windows, our rooms are both upstairs and our windows face eachother, they have blinds but i didnt realize her room was the one across from mine until i was about to sneak out of my window for a smoke the other night

joel been out a lot more then ellie, asking ways to help out, joel was scary, i avoided him, but to be fair, i avoided everyone who wasnt from the orginal group or who wasnt in alexandria when we got there

just like deanna had done for us way back at the start, carol was throwing a welcome party for ellie and joel, i knew carol didnt really care for them joining us, it was just her way of making herself seem like an innocent sweetheart. i admired her tactics, but i definitely was not looking forward to it.

"you guys are going to the party right?" i asked carl and enid, "my dads gonna make me" carl answered, i looked over to enid, she shrugged, "i dont know"

carl smiled, as we both looked at enid for an answer, "still don't know if ill go, i always thought it was stupid and weird when deanna had them and now carols having them?" enid said, "okay well, youll be missing out" i sighed

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here i was, walking to the house with open doors and music pouring out of it, my dad was by my side, "you know, ellies also 16, you should try to be friends with her" he said, "yea, yea, yea, i know thats the only thing youve been telling me for the past 2 weeks, 'oh youll love her, you guys would be best friends, she annoys the shit out of this guy like how you annoy the shit out of me'" i mocked my dads deep voice, thinking back to how he would come back from spying on them to see if they were safe and tell me about ellie

"she hasnt come out of her shell yet, but i do really think you'd make a great pair" he said as we walked into the house, "im gonna go get a drink and find rick, go find ellie" he pushed me into the crowd, i scoffed, he acts like hes social when i know damn well the only people he'll be talking to is rick and carol.

i searched the crowd for carl, i couldnt find him but i did see ellie with her arms crossed talking with joel, she looked so uncomfortable and so did he, god do i feel bad

i walked through the crowd, making my way to them, while i was making my way to them, some people pulled joel away to get a drink- or whatever adults do

ellie looked clueless

"hey" i said, placing a hand on her shoulder to let her know i was there over the loud music, she jumped and looked at me, "oh, hi" she said, i could hear the nervousness in her voice, "im sorry about all this, you're practically being forced to go somewhere you dont want go to and forced to talk with people you dont know, i told rick and carol you guys werent the party type but they insisted it was the 'polite thing to do'" i explained, putting airquotes for my last words

ellie seemed to soften a bit at my words, "uh- yea, its just super weird going to a party when 5 days ago you were sweating your ass off trying to find a place to stay the night" she said, looking around, "yeah, trust me, i know how you feel, we didnt create this place, me and my group got taken in by aaron and his boyfriend, the leader at the time was named deanna, she threw a party for us too, and when she died, the leader of my group took over to be the leader of alexandria.. rick" i explained

"wheres your boyfriend?" ellie randomly asked, i furred my brows, "what?" i asked, "uh, the one with the long hair and eyepatch" she asked, "carl?" i asked in a high pitch questioning voics, "oh, yeah, carl" she nodded, "carl?" i asked again, she thinks im dating carl? "yeah?" she asked confused, "oh god, me and carl are like siblings, never in infinity years would we ever date! im gonna puke just thinking of that!" i exaggerated, "oh sorry, its just, my first day here, you guys came out of the same room together in your pajamas and stuff"

"oh! yea, he just slept over, i hate being alone" i explained, "me too" she said with a smile, "sorry, but can we please go somwhere else? i cant stand this crowd" i asked, she nodded, i took her hand in mine, dragging her through the crowd until i found carols bedroom, she wouldnt mind us being in here

"what do you like? any hobbies?" i asked, sitting on the edge of carols bed, ellie sat down next to me, "i love comics, joel somehow finds the best ones, and i have a notebook that i write and draw in" she said happily, "oh no shit? i love comics and drawing too!" i said back with a smile

"so have you and joel been with each other for awhile? he seems pretty protective over you" i asked, "just like, 3 years, but i cant imagine my life without him" she smiled, "i cant imagine my life without my dad, or without a lot of the orginal group, like rick, glenn, carl, carol, maggie, michonne, half the people here are my family"

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i spent the whole night talking with ellie, she was actually really nice and funny, we told eachother a bunch of our crazy/scary stories from over the years, and what it was like for life before it

carl and enid never showed up, i told her a lot about them, more so carl since me and carl have been together since the start, we grew up together and i dont know what i would do if he died

but we had stayed after hours not realizing the party ended, still in carols room, she opened the door with an exhausted look, she didnt notice us, me and ellie side eyed eachother before we bursted out laughing

that seemed to be a reoccurring occurrence between the two of us, we both kept on bursting out laughing at stupid stuff

but at the sight of ellie, carol put on her sweetheart face again, "oh! girls, im sorry i didnt know you were in here" she said, bringing a hand to her chest, "the parties over?" i asked, after calming down from laughter, "yes, it just ended, and joel was looking for you ellie, you better get back home before he starts to worry more" carol said with a smile, "yeah, thanks for the party mrs.." ellie said as we stood up, "just call me carol, oh and you too aimees, daryl was wandering around for you" she smiled with a nod

and with that me and ellie left her house, as soon as we got out of her house i let out a giggle, "its the end of the world and you're still worried about manners?" i thought outloud, thinking back to how she tried to call carol mrs, "hey! you never know, some adults are really strict about that stuff" she defended

"okay, i guess ill see you tomorrow?" i asked, as we made it infront of her house, "yea sound-" ellie was interrupted with joel yelling her name, "ellie! i looked everywhere for you! where were you? i havent seen you since the party started-"

i just smiled at joels protectiveness and slipped myself away and went back to my house

"hey dad" i smiled, seeing him on the couch, "oh good, i was waiting for you to come back so i could sleep" he said getting up, "you seem happy?" he questioned, i hated parties, so this was weird that i was smiling a bunch after one, "yeah! i hung out with ellie the whole time, shes really funny! i really like her" i said with a hudge grin, "told you, you'd like her" he nodded, not supprised

"so was it just the two of you or was carl and enid there? i didnt see them tonight" he asked, now leaning against the kitchen counter, "just us, i have no idea where carl and enid are, which kind of sucks since i wanted ellie to meet them, but also its good because i really enjoyed hanging out with her alone" i said, my voice bright from talking with ellie for hours

"im glad you had fun" he nodded with a smile, "oh! do you wanna know what! now when i hangout with carl and enid, ellie will be there, so i dont have to third wheel, i mean they were always being so gross infront of me like complimenting each other and stuff, like ew, and now me and ellie can be grossed out together!" i said happily, my dad laughed, "im glad we found ellie and joel too, can you please tell me more in the morning over breakfast? im ready for bed"

"yea, of course, goodnight dad, i love you" i said, giving him a quick hug, "love you sweetheart, get to bed too, its way past when you should be asleep" he said, kissing me on my head, "yea.. yea, whatever" i mumbled sarcasticly as he walked to his bedroom

i turned off the lights and went to my bedroom, i unbuttoned my jeans and went to pull them off when i felt something in my pocket, i sighed, forgetting i had it, as i pulled out the bag of joints

this would have been perfect for me and ellie, would of been 10x funner.

but, i wasnt tired, and now that i was holding up the rolled up cannabis, i really, really wanted it.

i thought about carl and enid, enids never been high before, but me and carl have a few times, and i don't even know where they are. maybe i can have just one joint to myself..

another thing i do on nights when im not tired, is go to my roof and look at the stars, usually while i smoke cigarettes but weeds even better.

i looked out my window to see that the sky was clear, i smiled to myself, i walked over and turned off my lamp, okay, only one. i placed the other two joints in the bag in between my folded shirt in my dresser, letting the one joint hang in between my lips

i opened up my window, cringing at the squeeked noise, i stuck my legs out, letting myself fall onto the roof, i climbed to the back of my house still on the roof so i was facing the big fence and not out in the open, the only way people would be able to see me is if someone specifically looked in my direction through ellies window

i pulled out my lighter and lit the weed, sucking the toxins into my lungs before blowing out

i sat there for a couple minutes looking at the stars above me, they always fasanated me, i looked to the moon, it was a full moon tonight, of maybe it was a just a full waning or waxing gibbous, i dont know to be honest

the sound of a window opening drawed my attention, i shot my head to the sound, joint in between my lips, to see ellie climbing out of her window

i watched as she hopped onto her roof, shutting her window, and hopped from her roof to mine, as our houses were really close together, she let out a pant, from being out of breath

"hey" she said as she stood there above me, she had already changed into pajamas, wearing plaid baggy ones that were too long for her, ones that were previously mine, and she wore the grey thick strapped tanktop i had also given her

her hair was down, something ive never seen of ellie, some of her auburn hair was over shoulders while some was on her back, they reached a couple inches unde her shoulders and her eyes glistened in the moonlight

"uh, aimees? you barley smoked any of that, you good?" she asked with a smile on her face, "oh, yea, im-" i started saying, realizing i just stared at her, but i spoke really loud as i talked not realizing how loud i was being, "shh! come on, i dont want joel or your dad to wake up" she whisper shouted

"right, sorry" i whispered back, she came over to me and sat down, "can i?" she asked, reaching her hand out, i passed her the joint, and watched her as she looked up to the sky, while taking a long drag of it, she closed her eyes as she sucked it, enjoying the feeling

my eyes were beading onto her, watching every detail on her face, the way her eyebrows slightly scrunched as she sucked in, or how she squeezed her eyes, how her soft pink lips fitted against the rolling paper. i was so close to her our shoulders were brushing against each other, and i noticed things about her that i havent noticed before, she had beautiful green eyes, ive noticed her eyes being not brown before, but now i could actually see what color they were, and her freckles complimented her face so well, they danced all around her cheeks and the tip of her button nose. i even got to exaime her brown eyebrows, i could see the slit she had through it, her eyebrows were also pretty straight, but they looked so perfect on her. her side profile was honestly the best ive ever seen in my whole life. the way her lips moved out, how her adorable nose arched perfectly and how- wait are her lips moving?

"aimees?" she asked, okay yeah they were, "sorry, what?" i asked, looking into her eyes, "you zoned out on me again" she commented, "sorry its just, you look really pretty" i said, still mesmerizing her in a trance, she turned to me, i could see her cheeks turning a shade of pink, before she looked back infront of us

thats kind of weird, i mean, i was just saying she looked pretty, i say that to enid all the time and she just compliments me back or says thanks, but ellie got flustered for some reason and tried to hide her face with no comments

we passed the weed arond in silence for a moment, "you do this a lot?" she asked, "usually just with cigarettes, but i got lucky and found this on a run a few weeks ago.. i love the stars"

"i love the moon" she remarked, i looked to her with a smile on my face, "if i could anywhere i'd go there" she said, looking at the moon above her, "can i come with?" i asked, she turned to me, our faces inches apart, "yeah but.. be aware, joels coming too, and hes a big grump sometimes" she answered, i laughed at that, giggling as i rested my forehead on her shoulder to contain myself, i hear giggles come from her too

"okay, shh, shh we have to be quiet" i whispered, leaning back up to face her, "youre telling me to be quiet? youre the one who started laughing!" she said with a smile as the joint hung between her fingers, "urhg, give me that" i said, taking the joint from her and puffing a few

"its not my fault, you make me laugh more then like, anyone ive ever met" i said after a couple seconds in silence, "really?" she asked looking back to me, "mhm" i nodded, letting out another giggle at nothing, which caused ellie to giggle with me too, we fell onto eachother laughing up a storm, "oh! oh my god! i cant breath!" ellie said inbetween laughs, "stop!" i cried, gripping her thigh for support, trying to catch my breath

we kept on laughing like that for probably too long, after a few minutes, i ended up even closer then before, our laughter dying down but smiles still held on our faces

"whats your last name?" i asked her out of the blue, which caused us to laugh a little some more, "williams?" she sid in a questioning tone, "w-why did you say it like that? are you sure thats your last name or did you make it up because-"

"no! no! thats real, my last name is williams, i was just- cause you asked so randomly!" she explained, "okay, well, ellie williams, you-" i said, pointing at her and using a tone for the word you, "-are my new favorite person"

"and you- aime-" she stopped for a moment, "whats your last name?" she whispered, "dixon" i whispered back, "you! aime dixon, are my new favorite person" she said, usuing a tone and pointing at me for you like i did, but usuing a tone and pointing at herself for me

this caused us both to laugh again, i guess weed made us a bit giggly, we seemed to be eliciting laughter not matter what

"you know what we should do?" i asked, "hmm?" she hummed, i took a puff a weed, noticing it was almost all gone, "we should get married"

i noticed her cheeks start to turn red, "i mean, how could i not want to marry you! look how cute you are with your blushing" i said with a hudge smile, "i accept, mrs williams" ellie said to me with blush still wearing her face, "aime williams! hm, i like the sound of that!" i laughed

"hey, i have idea" i said, looking down at the blunt, "yea wife?" she asked, "my dear husband, we could finish this joint in one puff, shall i shotgun it to you?" i asked with a smirk, "first of all, wife, im your wife, secondly, i dont know what that is" she deadpanned, i let out a couple giggles from her

"okay, well if im the wife, how can you be the wife? anyways, why dont i just show you what a shotgun is?" i offered, still smirking, "hmm, okay fine" she said with a smile, unsure with what was to come

i smirked devilishly, i blew the rest of the joint into my mouth, before flicking it off the house, i brought my hands to ellies face, moving her face to mine, my eyes were closed but i could tell she was blushing

ellies mouth was slightly ajar in shock, so i blew the smoke into her mouth, the feeling of her warm, soft, silk lips, her nose tickling with mine and the way my stomach was attacking itself with a swarm of butterflies from us touching like this

the weed did something to me, because i couldnt help myself, and without any thoughts, only the feeling of want, i pressed my lips more firm to hers, and moved them onto hers, my lips were dancing on hers and she didnt move.

i lifted my lips up for a split second, releasing the smoke from our mouths, i pulled away, realizing what i had just done, my eyes started to feel with tears looking down at her, my hands still holding her face, only inches away. i was so goddamn embarrassed and mad at myself. why the fuck would i do that? i dont even like girls, im not gay, and i definitely dont like a girl i just met 4 days ago. it had to be the weed because im not a lesbian, and judged by the complete silence between us, and ellies face, she isnt eithe-

my angered thoughts were interrupted as ellie leaned into me, tilted her head as she pressed her blushed face to mine, now our lips danced together, i could smell her breath, it smelt of mint toothpaste and marijuana, but i wanted more of it, i wanted to taste it

as ellies hands gripped my shoulders, and mine gripped her face, i brushed my tongue against her lips, getting a slight taste of her, she didnt open her mouth, so i took my left hand from her cheek and placed it on her waist, rubbing her skin and plulling her closer to me, the sudden contact made her mouth open slightly, and i took that as an opportunity to slip my tongue into hers

not only was the smell of marijuana filling my nose, but the smell of the shampoo i gave her was lingering, i think the scent was lavander, either way, it smelt good, delicious, and i wanted even more

i honestly was starting to feel lightheaded and dizzy, so i pulled away for a moment, i sucked in the air to catch my breath, but my mouth was covered again by ellies lips

this time, her tongue filled my mouth, our tongues danced, as i started to fall backwards from her leaning on me, i felt so carried away and a feeling i never felt before filled my body

i pulled away from her, standing up and dragging her up with me, we had our foreheads pressed together, panting, "come on" i whispered, as i looked into her red eyes, i pulled away from our embrace, taking her hand in mind, pulling her to the side of my window, i climbed in first, helping her climb in too

once she got in, i shut the window and shut the blinds, our light pants cramming the room, i turned around to for a pair of hands pressing against my waist and shoving me against the wall, i was met once again with her lips

i couldn't help, from the sudden action, and melting deep into the kiss, and the feeling of her hands rubbing on me, i let out a small moan into her mouth, i hadnt realized it until it already left

my cheeks went red from embarrassment, hoping she didnt hear, but she pulled away, i couldnt bare to look her in her eyes, i stared at the ground, looking down at our socked feet on the carpet

ellies right hand moved off of my waist, i thought she was about to freak out and leave or something, but she placed a hand on my chin, and lifted it so my face was forced to meet hers, i expected her face to be filled with disgust, but she had a smirk on her face, her freckled cheeks bright red

"dont be shy, you have a pretty voice" she whispered, butterflies formed my heat. not my stomach, but below.

i looked at her dumbfounded, i never felt this way before. i didnt know what was going to happen after all this, what me and ellies relationship would be by tomorrow, i didnt know if i was gay- but i did know that i wanted more of her touch, i wanted to feel her touch, not only on me, but in me.

i pulled pulled the back of her neck onto my face to be met with mine, our kiss even more passionate then before, my knees felt so weak, like i could collapse at any moment, so my hands were balled into a fist gripping her tankop. her hands were squeezing my skin, i couldnt help it, i wanted to feel more of her skin

i lifted my left hand from her tanktop, and lowered them to the hem of it, before i stuck my hand underneath, trailing my hand against her skin, i stopped once my hand got to her bra, unsure of how far she wanted this to go, but her hand lifted from my waist and pulled my wrist up and underneath her bra, allowing me to feel her shape and soft skin

instead of ellies hand resting back on my waist, she snaked it under my jeans, and i felt her squeeze my ass, i had to pull away from our kiss as i let out a grunt, it would have probably came out a moan if i didnt keep my mouth squeezed shut and tried to hold it

we made out rubbing eachother for a few moments before ellies hand slid out of my jeans, i was disappointed until i felt her hands yank at the waist of my jeans, they were still unbuttoned so all she did was slid them off of me, i broke our kiss to step out of them

ellies hands went straight to the back of my bare theighs, "jump" she grunted, her voice deep and raspy, i did what she said, i jumped so my legs were wrapped around her waist as she still held me up by my theighs

as we shared a sloppy yet passionate kiss, i felt my back lift from the wall, ellie brough us across the room, and i felt myself get dropped into my bed

i could see ellie from the moon that lit our room, she crawled ontop of me, hovering over me as our hands and lips connected once again to eachother

she trailed her kiss to my jawline, i felt like i was to explode, i tilted my head so she could get more of my neck

i shouldnt be doing this, but i want to, but dads downstairs, hes asleep, but im high, we both are

my own thoughts fought eachother, i tried to bring myself to stop it, but i couldnt.

my fingertips rested on the fabric of ellies tanktop, i pulled her away for a moment, pulling off the grey top over her head, my eyes went straight to her body, and god did i feel faint.

she had a grey calvin klein sports bra on, my mouth was starting to water.

ellies hands went to my tanktop, i lifted my arms so that she could pull them over my head, i was nervous, especially since i didnt have a bra on, but i wanted it too much to stop

ellie and i stared at eachothers bodies for a moment, she leaned back in and connected her lips straight to my sweetspot of my neck, at the same time her hand went and messaged my boob, ellie was doing things to me because i couldn't even hold in my moans anymore

ellie left a trail of bruises down my neck as she went down more, and connected her lips to my nipple, my hand went to the back of her hair, squeezing her roots, right when i did so i could faintly hear ellie moan into my skin- she likes hair pulling, noted

ellie kissed my one breast and messaged my other, as i squirmed under her holding her hair

"ellie.." i whisper-moaned. "yea, babe?" she mumbled through her kisses, i felt hotter from her nickname, "please.." i whispered, i couldnt handle it anymore

ellie brought her hand and rested it between my legs, but it was inches away from my core, i squeezed my thighs together to try to make some sort of friction, but ellie moved her hands and pressed my knees away from eachother, "please what?" she asked in a dominant voicd, she obviously knew what i wanted, but wanted to hear me say it

"please-" i tried to get a full sentance out in one go, but that was near impossible, my fingertips rested on ellies pants, streching the fabric wanting them off, i was completely topless and had my pants off, yet ellie had a bra on and pants

ellie got off of me for a moment, taking her pants off, which i silently thanked her in my head for, "please what?" she asked again, her voice more raspy then before, "touch me" i moaned, she smirked, leaning in and kissing me again, i missed her lips and the taste of them

she rubbed her hand up slowly, her finger brushing against my cunt. without even thinking, my hand shot to ellies hand that was in between my theighs, and pushed it more towards it

as ellie grunted, she moved my underwear to the side, letting her fingers drag along my slit, "this wet for me baby?" she panted, "all for you" i replied, instantly connecting our lips after

ellie teased me, tracing her fingers up and down my wetness, i sunk my hips down more, trying to get more, ellie broke our kiss with a small laugh, she gave my lips another sweet kiss before she pulled away from my face, i looked up at her confused but my confused face was shortly changed to arousal, as she slipped her middle finger partly inside me

she slowly pumped her finger more into me, causing my head to go back on my pillow, ive touch myself before, but nobody had ever touched me, this was a complete new experience for me

as she pumped them in and out, i felt her start to grind her hips onto my theigh, all the fricton, i started to let out more and more moans, my mouth was closed so they werent as loud

i felt her add her ring finger in me, and curling them around my walls, her hips grinding with more pressure,i let my jaw fall, and furred my eyebrows as i moaned, ellies hand went straight to my mouth, covering any noises that escaped.. i realized for a split second that- oh that was really loud and could of easily woke up my dad- but the feeling of her fingers twirling around in me made me instantly forget about it

i couldnt help but start to grind onto her fingers, rocking my hips up and down. ellies hand slowly moved off of my mouth to grip on my hip, letting out a moans with me, her voice was so hot it made me even wetter. she then moved her hand down even more, i thought it couldnt get any better but she started to rub my clit

"mmfpph.. ell- ellie- i-" i screched, i felt my stomach tie into a tight knot, my body froze as i squeezed my eyes, while my hips stopped moving, ellies hands only sped up, and her hips started to move faster, practically jumping up and down on me, "ellie" i whinned, my eyes rolling back as i felt myself release, ellie grinded on me until her hips froze, "hh- hfphmhmm"ellie moaned, also coming to a finish, i watched her as she leaned her head back, mouth ajar, eyebrow's squishing together.

the room was filled with heavy pants- our chests going up and down as if we just had a near death experience

we stared at eachother trying to catch our breaths, ellies hair was clouding all around her face, her hair falling to her shoulders, really messy compared to how it was an hour ago, in which it was neatly brushed

ellie looked so beautiful, but there were two things i realized as i stared at her

1. we are still high as shit

2. ellie williams, a girl i met a few days ago, just fucked me

[everlarkism]

how about a prompt where katniss does not begin to care for herself again after peeta returns to 12 at the end of mockingjay and after a few days he is desperate to help her so he takes her upstairs and gives her a bath? make as intimate or not as u plez

I am so happy a lot of you are sending them in. Other prompts will be posted when I have the time to write and upload them. Don’t worry, I didn’t forget about anyone’s! I’ve decided to try first person with this. I don’t do that often. Excuse any typos or if this is all over the place, I started typing this up at like 5AM since I was so excited to write something wholesome. It’s kind of rushed too, so it’s not my best work. Enjoy!

I know he doesn’t like seeing me like this. He never liked seeing me upset, period. But I’m not upset, I’m depressed and he obviously knows it.

Returning to Twelve was a blessing and a curse. It’s a relief that I came back to the place I call home, but it’ll never be the same. The Victors Village was still intact, but everything else had to be built again. My childhood home is demolished. Primrose is dead. Mom moved to another district, so did Gale. Haymitch was here and so was Greasy Sae who would frequently check up on me before Peeta’s arrival. That woman would even drag her young granddaughter along… I’m aware Sae wanted to help, but I don’t like feeling as if I’m a burden to anyone.

I’m a fighter, I’ve been doing this for years. Why should I let anyone help me now? I can do this all by—

“Katniss.”

I’m quiet as I sit on the couch, running my fingertips against the cushion to ease my nervousness. I’ve been avoiding eye contact with Peeta from the moment he walked inside. It’s been around two weeks since he came back from the Capitol, and I’m surprised he’s not like me.

Distant. Suicidal. Neglecting basic needs. Hasn't stepped foot outside in days.

Maybe it’s the therapy, Haymitch told me about it a day or two after he arrived. But that doesn’t mean he’s magically cured, or whatever. Peeta’s bound to have his episodes, regardless of how much treatments he’s had. At least they’ll be manageable. I know I should be doing therapy but I’ve been avoiding Dr. Aurelius at all costs.

“Katniss…” Peeta calls out again.

A heavy sigh escapes my lips as I lift my head. He didn't need my reply to continue talking, all he wanted me to do was look at him.

“You can’t stay in the house forever.” He said, taking a step closer and gesturing to the couch,”You don’t move from that spot either. Come on, you have to do something.”

I furrowed my eyebrows and shook my head,”No, I don't. I’m fine with what I’m doing.”

“That doesn’t mean it’s healthy… We can start small, okay?”

“We?” I repeat.

“Yes, we’re doing this together.” He nods,”Because-”

I cut him off, deciding to finish the sentence,“That’s what you and I do. Protect each other.”

A smile can’t help but to form on my face. He remembered.

“And that’s what we’ll continue doing.” He replied, making his way over to the couch and sitting beside me. His hand reaches over and rests on top of mine. “I care about you, Katniss and I want to be here for you in any way that I can… If you let me.”

Silence lingers between us for a few moments, until I finally make up my mind. I can’t push him away, we both know that - he would continue to try and help me anyways. “Okay, I’ll allow it.”

He leaned over and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead. “I’ll run you a bath, go eat something if you haven’t already.” Without another word, Peeta stood and walked upstairs to the bathroom.

There was already an urge to say something, to forget the whole idea and tell him I could run my own bath if I needed to… But we both know I wouldn’t. If he didn’t show up, I’d still be on this sofa, reeking of body odor and starving.

I sigh, pushing myself up from the couch and making my way into the kitchen. Buttercup was there, munching at the food in the metal bowl. Once the cat noticed my presence, he meowed.

“Yeah, I know. I have to eat too.” I roll my eyes. Cats can’t talk, obviously - but I swear Buttercup knows what goes on and scolds me.

I walk to the cabinets and decide on making a sandwich. It’s better than nothing. I slather peanut butter and jelly onto the two slices of bread then sit down to eat.

I took my time with eating, since it takes the tub a while to fill up. After I’m done, I head upstairs and as I’m making my way down the hall - the water is being shut off.

I lean in the doorway with my arms crossed over my chest, watching Peeta stand from the crouching position. He’s a bit awkward at times, but it isn't his fault. The prosthetic leg tends to make things more difficult. Over the years, he’s been better with it. When he turned around, he gasped and took a step backwards. I couldn’t help but to chuckle, I didn't mean to scare him.

“Sorry.” I mumble.

“It’s okay. I was going to come get you, but you’re here now.” He lets out a small laugh.

“Thank you, by the way.” I reply as I move past him. I looked over to the bathtub, and not only was it filled with water but there were bubbles too. “Seriously, bubbles?”

Peeta shrugs,”What? It might cheer you up a little.”

He was right. Peeta always knew what to do or say so I could feel better.

I remain silent and stare at the bathtub. I was drained as it is, even making a sandwich was hard enough. I bit the inside of my cheek before refocusing my gaze onto the blond boy. “Could you help me? Unless, that’s weird– I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, or anything.”

I blurted out the last sentence, since I was on edge. I didn’t want to make this weird for either of us.

“I promise, it’s not.” He shakes his head,”I don’t mind.”

He continued to reassure me as he helped me undress. Once the last piece of clothing comes off, I quickly get into the tub as Peeta looks away. I caught a glimpse of his face and it’s obvious that he’s blushing. To be fair, we were both nervous… I’ve only seen his body once, in the first Games by the river. That was it. Him, on the other hand, hasn’t seen my body at all.

I just wish he didn’t have to see my body like this - the scars, the skin grafts, the damage done after all of these years. I look more like a mutt than a human being. Hell, I look worse than him. However, that’s another thing we have in common now: Earning scars that will tell a story of how we got here.

The water was warm, it even smelled of lavender. He must’ve found the oils in the cabinet. I never bothered with messing with those. Luckily they’re being put to use now. Slowly, I leaned back and sunk down into the water until it was to my collarbone. My eyes flutter shut as I dwell in the moment. “This is nice.” I whisper.

When I sit up, that’s when Peeta rolls up his sleeves and kneels near the tub to reach for the shampoo bottle. He put a small amount into his hand and began to run his fingers through my long locks. My hair isn’t in the best condition, thankfully not matted as it used to be but it still has some bad knots. He’s gentle, taking his time with applying the shampoo and rinsing it out. I swear Peeta even hums a tune while doing so. A giggle escaped from me and he paused.

“What?” He furrowed his brows.

I shake my head with a grin,”Nothing.”

Next was the conditioner and as it sat in my hair, we moved onto bathing. He already has the cloth, so I hand him the bar of soap.

“I feel like a child… Maybe, I should’ve done this myself.” I admit with a laugh as he starts to clean my face and behind my ears.

“There's nothing wrong with asking for help.” He chuckled,”I don’t mind, Katniss.”

“But Peeta, I just feel like-”

He replies before I could even finish my sentence. “No, you’re not a burden. This isn’t a chore to me, either. I want to be here for you.” Using his free hand, he manages to pick up a small amount of bubbles and place it on my nose,”Even if it means giving you a bath.”

“Hey!” I exclaim, wiping them off with a smile.

“That’s what you get.” He teased me.

“Don’t make me splash you.”

“You wouldn’t.” He rolls his eyes playfully.

“Oh, but I would!” I pretend to get ready to splash Peeta and he leans back instantly. I can’t help but burst out in laughter. “You should’ve seen your face.”

He laughs along with me,”I seriously thought you were going to do it.”

After the little trick I pulled, he continued to bathe me with the washcloth. Every once and a while, I’d threaten to splash him again or pull him into the tub with me. Peeta got his so-called payback by splashing me instead… As if I'm already not covered in water.

When our antics come to an end, Peeta rinses my hair and I step out of the tub, soon wrapped in a towel he brought me.

“You reek of lavender.”

“Better than body odor.” I giggle.

“Yeah, you’re right.” Peeta chuckles. “Now, let’s go get you dressed, shall we? Maybe I could try braiding your hair?”

“You, braiding my hair? In your dreams.”

“Fine, but one day - you’ll have to teach me… Deal?”

“Deal.”

[dreamcatcherrs]

can u do streamers with a plus size reader? ty i love ur fics ♡

+ reminder! every body type is beautiful in its own way, and I’m sure that all of the mcyts would want to date a person of any size! hope you enjoy<3

++ I also added a couple of insecurities that are common for a lot of people cause I felt like it ^-^

dating a plus size reader; mcyt x reader

dream:

dream is an absolute softie for you

he will literally carry you anywhere you go

even if you insist for him not to

he just lifts you up into his arms and runs off with you

as I’ve mentioned before, he loves squishy places of the body

especially the booty ;)

so expect a lot of grabbing whenever he’s near you (with your consent, of course)

always tells you how amazing you look

even if you’re only wearing sweatpants and a basic tee and feel like absolute shit

and he would definitely have you pose for pictures of his merch

georgenotfound:

he loves resting his head on you

uses your chest as his personal pillow

he thinks it’s absolutely crazy how you’re able to make every outfit look good

like, you could wear a plastic bag and still look like a model to him

you two go out to eat fast food at the most random times

some days midnight, some days at 5am

admires your confidence

sapnap:

THIGHS THIGHS THIGHS

he loves your thighs sooo much and always has his hands (or eyes) on them

he almost holds your thigh more than your hand

and he just thinks you’re so gorgeous and can’t believe he can call you his

but when he finds out you don’t think so, his mind is blown

like... what?

are you blind????

he tells you how “you’re so fucking hot” every day until you start thinking so yourself

badboyhalo:

loves baking cakes with you

and makes sure you’re always well fed

he absolutely adores your stretch marks!

he loves just tracing his fingers over the lines

following them around with his fingertips

and gets very focused about it to a point where he stops listening to you talk

he makes sure you never feel down about something as natural as stretch marks

and makes sure to kiss every place you're insecure about

technoblade:

techno literally doesn't care what you look like

he only cares if you're happy, cause he really hates seeing you sad

especially when he can't do anything about it

so when he catches you one day looking at yourself in the mirror with a look of disgust 

his heart crumbles in his chest

sits you down to talk about it

and gets more touchy afterwards along with spurring out compliments more often

wilbur soot:

wilby is also a big sucker for thighs

he’s not super grabby, but he gets his point across;

that he absolutely loves every part of your body

to be honest, like techno, I see wilbur as someone who literally does not care what you look like

if he likes you, he’ll love the way you look either way

he is very appreciative of soft, fleshy parts of your body

that he can just cling onto when he wants

jschlatt:

fuck, does schlatt love to have you on his lap

like he might not come across as someone who’s cuddly

but I’m telling you

he is super cuddly

he just wants someone to hold and to be held by

he needs that physical touch and he just can't seem to keep his hands off of you

he’ll tell you “you look so stupid right now”, laugh, and then give you a big ol’ bear hug

jokes aside, he makes sure you know just how dizzyingly beautiful you look 24/7

corpse husband:

fishnets, legs, fishnets, legs

even if you don't like wearing fishnets, he’s just all; legs, grab, thighs, squish

no but seriously he loves your legs so much

they just catch his attention and immediately make him go soft

without you doing anything you’ll just hear him giggle at you

and then realise he’d been looking at you for a hot minute, just taking in how absolutely stunning you look

and he doesn't fail to let you know that :)

karl jacobs:

like wilbur, I think he just genuinely doesn't care and loves you regardless of what you look like

we all know that karl’s way of showing affection is through touch

so he loves cuddling up to you

using your chest as a pillow and engulfing you in his arms

and he’ll be whining within a second if you even a much as try to move away from him

something he doesn't realise he does, but you do, is that he will just randomly hold on tight to a certain part of your body

even if you're just talking

his hands will be on you without him even noticing

and it’s really cute

skeppy:

I’ve mentioned this before, but I think that skeppy really likes the way skirts look on you

or tight-fitting jeans

anything that compliments your body, really

though he does like the way you look without any clothes on

anyways, he fucking loves your body so much

and any person who thinks differently is not his friend

he’s always hugging you

or brushing his knuckles over your arms lovingly

small touches are his forté

fundy:

he can never seem to keep his eyes off of you

no matter how hard he tries, you’re just too gorgeous

isn’t the touchiest of the boys, but when he’s in the need for some physical touch, he’s very obvious about it

will start off by holding your hand

and then maybe move onto hugging you from behind

comes off pretty clingy once he needs that love and affection

he just loves touching you; maybe cause your skin is soft? he’ll never tell you (it’s his little secret)

quackity:

MMMME GUSTAAA

he looooooves loves loves  how, and I quote, “thicc you are”

and he gets so clingy, too

makes grabby hands at you if he needs to to catch your attention

and definitely, without a doubt, uses your chest as his personal pillow

he’s also a squisher

your thigh’s kinda become his little stress toy

alex will fully commit to being a complete simp for you - he does not care at this point

can get blushy sometimes when he catches himself looking at you for too long

punz:

if you thought that sapnap would be wild when it comes to thighs, let me introduce you to this man

luke is a massive sucker for some thick thighs

and don't even get me started on the flesh on your hips

he lowkey has an addiction to constantly keeping his hands on there, but it’s not like you mind

it’s like his hands are glued onto you sometimes

holding on tightly or gently, doesn't matter

and sometimes he’ll even get lost in the way his fingers dig into your skin

can't fathom the fact that you're all his

awesamdude:

sam is literally the cutest🥺

gives you compliments all the time

and literally always has a hand on you to gently caress your skin

and he is always gentle with his touches

and I mean always

drawing circles onto your back or arm using his thumb

placing small kisses on your temple

he always posts pictures of you on his instagram and twitter

has like one or two pictures of himself, and the rest are of you :]

slimecicle:

literally smothers you with love and affection

he loves the little dents in your thighs from cellulite

finds it sooo attractive

loves to trace his fingers over the dents

notices immediately if there are changes in your eating habits

and will confront you the second he notices cause he can't bare the thought of you eating less than usual

makes sure it never happens again

eret:

they have a special seat for you right on his lap

if you were comfortable with it she’d love for you to sit with them in his streams

SHOWERS you with compliments

constantly

and leaves trails of kisses everywhere

even if you whine about it being too much or distracting you

he ignores it and continues

can't believe she’s ended up with such a god/dess as you

jack manifold:

jack was completely shocked when he found out you were insecure about your body

what was there to be insecure about?

to his eyes you were completely perfect, and he just couldn’t understand how… you couldn’t see that?

makes sure you now how absolutely stunning you are

can't help but to show you off to everyone (he is a leo after all)

and also let’s his hands roam all over you - with your consent, of course!

adores you so much

tommy:

tommy had seriously never thought of it before you’d said that you didn’t want a piece of cake after he asked

and he goes; why?????

and you’re like; I shouldn't eat it

and he’s even more ???

doesn't know what why or when you decided you “shouldn't” do something as normal as eating

it’s so very obvious how soft he is for you when it’s just the two of you

and even succumbs to his soft side in front of others if he gets too caught up in your beauty

tubbo:

tubbo just… doesn't care

like, at all

but of course he notices the absolute beauty of you, and will simp for you

doesn't shower you with compliments, but gives subtle signs

a common one is squeezing your hand

or calling you cute or adorable

brushing a strand of hair out of your face

simplicity is his thing

ranboo:

lots of hugsss

unintentionally squeezes too hard so you have to tap his shoulder 

and he just giggles

he likes resting his head on practically any part of your body

cause you're so comfy

wants to constantly fondle you in his arms

he’s become so used to clinging to you, it’s just by instinct at this point

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