#so very normal about them.....the comfort guys 💕

[snouse]

life hack for when u miss ur best friend so much it physically hurts: rotate those little freaks sooo fast <3

[luffyvace]

Her brook Idk if your req are closed so read this at your convenience 🙏

I wanted to ask for a male harpy reader strawhat hc or if not just hc with luffy, more specifically based off a bird with heavy feathers like a snowy owl cause I’d love to imagine that he complains about the heat a lot and wonders why he’s sweating more then usual but it’s just luffy hugging his legs cus he’s so soft

Love your work brook 🙏☺️

nope! Still open lovely anon<3

when I tell you I did NOT know what a harpy was 🤦‍♀️ I had to do research for accuracy 😅😋

but don’t worry it’s all good I’ll be more than happy to do your request!

I’m telling you right here right now luffy would most definitely be interested in a reader like this!! You know how many unique animals and such he tried to recruit into the crew that weren’t even human?? 😂💗

and thank you!! I’m so happy you enjoy my headcanons :) that makes me very happy!

Okay I’m just saying…….like chopper…if you look more animal than human….his first thought is to eat you

”you think he tastes good?” 😋

😭😭

IT JUST IS !!

moving on…♡

He thinks your wings are really cool

I mean a 6.5 ft wing span…….I do too!!

definitely wanted to measure them to check after he learned that

to which he got himself wrapped up in the measuring tape

Both you and luffy eat “strange” animals

such as sloths, monkeys, porcupines, squirrels, opossums, armadillo’s, anteaters and sometimes parrots…..other birds too 😋🍴

No animal is safe 😭

every island you go to the two of you immediately start scouting for whatever variety of yummy foods you could find

”I’ve got news for you two—normal people don’t eat those animals”

- Nami ♡

it taste absolutely delicious to you!!

honestly you probably got Luffy into eating them

which so funny because he already loves eating all types of weird things

which is probably why he was so easy to convince him to eat it too

like he would normally see a monkey and go oh cool a monkey!

but now….😈😈

not all the time tho

mostly when he’s hungry

……….so I guess I lied, yes all the time 🤦‍♀️🤷‍♀️

he saw you eating a armadillo with some sloth on the side and was like

oooo I gotta try that 🤪🤪

you might dislike for cats seeing as though a harpy’s predator is a jaguar

Least baby harpy’s anyway…

still! 😠

it’s good for you that the sunny is big once y’all upgrade from merry

it has plenty of rooms with shade for you, since a harpy’s natural habitat is rainforests

and they mainly stay in the shade anyway :)

franky probably had a room built that simulates a rainforest for your comfort 💕

like how he simulated the grass

once Luffy found out harpy’s are rare to find and you found the tori tori no mi - model: harpy- it was pretty much settled for you to join the crew :)

like he loves rare stuff!

it’s like treasure!

and you know darn well a pirate will fight for his treasure! 😼

you use your high pitch bird call to reunite the strawhats whenever you guys get separated (which is like- every time you go on an adventure 😀 besides the point-)

it’s loud enough and ranges far enough to the point where it’s more efficient than yelling

very much so comes in handy when your in danger too

also not to mention luffy is 100% gonna wanna fly on your back since you have wings

he probably won’t even ask

he’ll just rocket onto your back while your flying one day and refuse to get off cuz it’s fun

it likely ends with him spotting something cool, telling you to go over to it and getting you two into trouble

just be ready for the

😬😁 ✊😠 💥💥 😖😓

sequence again

flying also comes in handy when saving the strawhat’s BUTT!

You and Robin like 🦅🦅

LOLLL

but no fr you literally just swoop in and save the day 🦸

SUPERRRRRRR M/N!! *super man pose* better yet *franky pose*

Zoro will also appreciate it if you catch him while falling because I swear that man is always getting smacked around-

same with Nami 🧡

another time

Robin was stating facts about harpy’s when the strawhats first met you, and you were confirming

she mentioned that they typically lived 35-45 years (but she was talking about the ANIMAL.)

Luffy—of course—mistook this

“WHAAAT?! YOU MEAN TO TELL ME OUR NEW NAKAMA’S GONNA DIE SOON?!”

*Nami steps in*

”CALM DOWN IDIOT THATS NOT WHAT SHE SAID!!” 💥💥

“……..and besides..! M/n’s not an animal! He’s still a person you know?! Sheesh…..of course he’s gonna live the lifespan of a human”

Sanji will of course cook any animal of your request into your meal

if it’s more nutritious for you—then certainly he’ll do so!

he always prioritizes nutritional value in his meals, and thats different for everybody!

Luffy however….he will get annoyed with 😂

”GO AWAY STUPID *kicks across room* YOU DONT NEED THIS TO SURVIVE! THIS IS FOR M/N!”

your like one of the few men in his life Sanji doesn’t hate

okay I know that was more harpy facts related so now I’ll get into the scenario you mentioned 😅💗

Luffy uses you for warmth in the winter (all the strawhats do)

like chopper ;P

especially with your large and soft wings

”M/n…spread your wings out..we need your warmth..”

-Zoro

you’ve been complaining about the heat all day

You felt like you were ON FIRE.

like seriously?! What was gon on today?!

it’s not like birds need to shed……so why are you burning up!??

”mmmm…your so warm M/n!”

”LUFFY?!”

”shishishishishi!”

”no wonder I felt heavier than usual!! Get off me Luffy!”

”awwhhhh WHYYYYYY?”

”what?! Why?! Because I’m burning up! I already have all these feathers! You’ve got to get off of me Luffy!”

*whines* “but mmmmm/nnnnnn! Your so waaaarrrrm!”

*sighs and face palms* *attempts to pry him off*

“noooooo m/nnnnnn! I don’t waaaaanna get ooofff!!”

Luffy practically had you in a literal choke hold

he was not about to let you go.

and you know he’s got himself wrapped alllllll the way around 😂😂

once again thank you for the compliment my dear!!

Hopefully I did your hcs justice and that you enjoyed them! <3

[sailor-aviator]

Ok so I just saw a TikTok about a woman who found out she was pregnant with their first child a few weeks after her husband left for deployment and she’s like 8 months pregnant now and he’s coming home from deployment finally. I was wondering about Jake in that situation. Like how would he react? I know he’s be devastated to miss most of the pregnancy and not being able to give you a hug when you guys found out. He would have been so attentive and doting during the pregnancy normally, but now he would be SUPER doting to try to make up for lost time. What do you think?

(Feel free to ignore this💕)

Pffffft as if I'd ignore this gold mine.

But like, imagine though.

You waited anxiously in the parking lot, leaning up against your car in a futile effort to ease some of the comfort. It wasn't easy being eight months pregnant. And it wasn't easy having to go through it alone while your husband had been shipped off to god only knows where just before you had found out. And it certainly wasn't easy keeping it a secret from him for that entire time.

You still weren't sure you had done the right thing by not telling him. On one hand, you hadn't wanted him to worry while he was an ocean away, and you definitely didn't want him to worry about you when he was operating a multi-ton machine thousands of feet up in the air. No, the very thought made you sick with worry of your own.

On the other hand...

You opened up the passenger side door, carefully dipping down to grab your water bottle that you had flung in the seat and some Tums for your heartburn. You had just found the bottle of Tums when a pair of strong legs stopped in your peripheral.

"Well, hi there gorgeous."

You jumped, turning to face the man beside you.

"Jake!" you cried, smiling reflexively at the sight of your husband. He beamed down at you as you straightened, tummy still hidden by the car door. Jake leaned in to plant a long, slow kiss to your lips. One turned into two. Two turned into three. Finally, you pulled away from him with a hum, and a pout settled on his lips. "Missed you, baby."

Your heart stuttered. "I missed you too," you replied, cursing at the nerves that made their way into your tone. Jake's brow furrowed.

"You okay, darlin'?" he asked. You shifted your weight as you tried to figure out the best way to tell him. Before you could, Jake rounded the door, stopping when he finally took in your full form. His eyes widened, and his jaw nearly fell to the ground. "What?" he trailed off.

"I wanted to tell you," you rushed out, feeling tears prickle at your eyes. Damn hormones. "I just didn't know how, and it didn't seem like the kind of thing you say over the phone, and I didn't want to worry you, and it's not like you could just up and leave, and-"

Jake didn't seem to be paying attention to your rambling as he stared down your stomach, his gaze full of quiet awe. Slowly, he reached a hand out to place it on your stomach.

"We're having a baby?" he asked quietly. You felt the tears roll down your cheeks before you could stop them.

"Yes," you sobbed. "Oh, Jake. I'm so sorry."

That caught his attention. His eyes snapped up to meet yours. A confused frown tugging at his lips. "What on earth do you have to be sorry for, sweetheart?"

"I should have told you before now," you cried. Jake shook his head, reaching up to cradle your head to his chest as much as your stomach would allow.

"None of that, mama," he cooed, rocking you gently from side to side. "It's me who should be sorry for leaving you here to do this all by yourself."

"It's not like you had a choice," you muttered, nuzzling into his chest. Jake ran a soothing hand over your hair.

"Doesn't matter now," he hummed, pulling away just far enough to see you. "I'm here, and I plan on making up for lost time. Now, let's get home so I can pamper and spoil my beautiful wife that's carrying my baby."

Jake helped you into the passenger seat, making sure you were buckled in securely before jogging over to the other side.

"Is it a boy or a girl?" he asked excitedly as he drove the speed limit home, something completely out of character for your husband.

"A boy," you smiled, rubbing your stomach affectionately.

Jake grinned. "A boy," he breathed with a shake of his head. You were sure his cheeks were sore from how hard he was smiling. "Have you decided on a name?"

You shook your head. "Wanted to wait until you came home so we could decide together."

"What about Jake Junior?"

"Absolutely not," you snort. Jake's smile never faltered as he let out a chuckle.

"That's okay, mama. I've still got a whole month to get you to come around."

[awlumii]

# — pairing: (barista)spidey!kazuha x gn!reader

# — characters: gender neutral reader, spider-man (kazuha), barista!kazuha (briefly), beidou, chongyun, barbara, shinobu (mentioned)

# — warnings: mentions of minor character death

# — summary: happy birthday, dear spider-man~ 🎶

# — tags: fluff, brief angst, hurt/comfort(-ish), yes there's kisses involved who do you think i am

# — notes: here it is! a birthday fic for my special boy on his special day 🥺 i took a couple hours out of yesterday to churn this one out, and i want to thank @the-travelling-witch @catcze @kazeyu and @kazu-sun for reading this ahead of time to both give me advice and boost my confidence! i love you guys vvv much and i couldn't have posted this without your help 💕 like always, reblogs and reactions are greatly appreciated, and i hope you enjoy!

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✦ — 🕷 + 🍁 — ✦

Silence is a privilege. You learned this very early on. To be silent, to bask in the stillness of a room, is a privilege not often awarded to people like you. You’re an energizer; a people chaser. You seek chaos and the wreckage that comes with it all so you can find something to fix within it. People flee from crime scenes and accidents, but you invite them. Of course you have to be careful when taking pride in a fact like that -- it’s not like you want people to get hurt, but how else would you be able to pursue your passion?

From the time you were young, you sought to help others in their greatest times of need. You were the first to help an injured kid to their parents when they got hurt on the playground and the first to dial the paramedics during a freak accident; you were the first to drop some sneaky medical facts on your teachers in your high school biology courses and the first to volunteer to dissect something for your lab courses. “The Good Samaritan”, your peers called you. “Our school’s very own guardian angel.” So it came as a surprise to no one that you got a full ride scholarship to the best university in the city with acceptance into their competitive medical program. You dove headfirst into your studies immediately after your high school graduation in hopes of getting ahead of the program when orientation started.

It’s hard for you to say anything bad about the whole thing, really. But if you had to conjure up a single complaint, it’s that your field is so noisy. The beeping of the pagers, the crackle of overhead intercoms, the rushed medical jargon falling from fellow doctor’s lips like waterfalls, the groans and cries of agonized patients and distressed families. There’s no time for peace. You regret it at times -- being as wound up as you are 24/7 is bound to take a toll on your health one day -- but the pros outweigh the cons most of the time. Besides, you tell yourself, you’re not a resident just yet; you can have peace and quiet at home at the end of the day, right? Right.

As of late, however, you’ve been wrong. Peace and quiet is nothing but a dream to you now and it’s all thanks to the city’s “beloved” vigilante.

Standing at the taller end of five feet (he’ll never give you an exact number), Spider-Man has become the sole reason why you can only hope and pray to the powers that be for a night of pure silence. He doesn’t swing by every night (thank the stars), but he’s in your apartment, lying half-dead on your carpet on most days which is enough to make you want to start pulling out your hair. You’d think that a man with enough flesh wounds to kill a normal person twice over would be silent as he gets treated, but no, he somehow manages to weave bizarre topics out of thin air whenever he’s with you. It doesn’t help that he’s incredibly smart, smarter than he likes to let on, and snarky, too. Sometimes, you want to take off the mask that he wears, ball it up, and shove it in his mouth.

..Oh, but who are you kidding? Annoying as he might be, you’ve got a thing for the man, even if you don’t know who he is. He’ll drop by during the daytime whenever he sees you alone and sometimes, he’ll even give you things that he picked up during his little patrols -- plushies from outside vendors, wildflowers from the park… Once, he gave you a freshly clipped rose from a florist that was doing handouts not too far from where you were seated. The truth is that you like him and sometimes, you wonder if he likes you, too. It’d be complicated thanks to your existing crush on the cute barista of the cafe that you frequent, but it’d be a nice change of pace.

(Ah, love. Yet another noisy thing that you’re not quite sure you want to actually let into your life.)

Speaking of a change of pace, tonight is a quiet one. You’re not quite sure if that’s a good thing yet. You’ve heard sirens in various spots around your apartment, but each one died down within twenty minutes. You took that as a sign that Spider-Man’s been swinging here and there, which means that he’s bound to drop by sometime soon. So, rather than let your guard down, you decided to stand on your balcony with a comfy sweater pulled over your head. The night air is crisp and cool, albeit a bit stuffy from all the cars zipping about. When you exhale, you can see your breath coming out in puffs of white smoke. It’s nice -- the chill keeps you alert.

You let your mind wander while you wait for your patient to arrive. Embarrassingly enough, the first thing your thoughts drift to is the barista that you saw this morning. Kazuha’s always so upbeat during the day, even more so when he sees you (a fact that does very little to quell the excited thrumming in your veins whenever you see his face). He looked a little more tired today than he does normally -- when asked if he was okay, he merely told you not to worry too much about him. You’d agreed so as to not overwhelm him, but that didn’t stop you from stealing glances the entire time you were there. He caught you at some point and gave you a wink -- just thinking about it sends your stomach aflutter. It would be terrible if something was wrong with him, you think. Would you be able to help him?

You don’t get to think about it much more as a figure sailing through the air catches your eye. Spider-Man is so easy to spot, even in the darkness above the streetlights. You tense, somewhat hoping he doesn’t spot you. If he doesn’t, you could maybe get around to fantasizing about Kazuha a little more. Unfortunately for you and your potential fantasies, he does; Spider-Man changes course right before your eyes and lands on your balcony railing. He doesn’t lose balance once, instead remaining in a steady crouching position with ease. He really is something to behold.

You stretch languidly, relishing in the way your bones pop. “Alright,” you say as you turn towards your balcony door, “where’s it hurt this time?”

To your surprise and immediate concern, Spider-Man doesn’t speak right away. He adjusts himself so that he’s sitting on your railing instead, with one leg pulled up to his chest and the other dangling towards the floor. “No injuries tonight, doc’.” He rests his cheek on his knee and turns his head to face you. “I just wanted to see you. Is that okay?”

If it were a few months prior, you would’ve said no. Now, the very thought of turning him away causes needles to press at your chest. You close your balcony door and head back over, resting your arms on the railing beside him. “Of course.”

Spider-Man must hear something in your voice that you don’t, because he shakes his head slightly. “You can say no, lovebug. I don’t want to bother you.”

“If you were bothering me, I would’ve told you to leave.” You frown at him. There’s negativity rolling off of him in waves. That’s not like him at all. “Are you okay?”

“I…” He reaches for the back of his neck before pausing. He lets his arm drop. Was he about to--? “I don’t know.”

You nudge him gently with your shoulder. Go on, you say silently. What’s up?

Spider-Man picks up on your invitation and sighs. “Do you… like your birthday, by any chance?”

“Me?” You tilt your head curiously. “I guess so. Why?”

“I guess I’m really not normal.” He turns his head, looking past you and into your apartment. “I don’t like mine at all.”

You connect the dots rather quickly. You’d feign excitement, but clearly, doing so would do nothing. If anything, it might make things awkward. “Is… today your birthday, Spider-Man?” When he nods, you make a small humming noise. “Would me saying ‘happy birthday’ cheer you up, or..?”

“If it’s you,” he says, his voice soft, “then yes, probably.” You don’t say it right away. You hesitate because of his tone, but he takes the opportunity to keep speaking. “I lost someone important to me a few years ago today.” He inhales sharply. “And a few more in the years prior. Today’s more of a day of mourning than anything else.”

Your heart shatters. You wonder if he knows how small he sounds. “I--”

“They say you shouldn’t spend your birthday alone,” he continues, “so I decided to stop by. You’re all I have left, lovebug.” You can hear the fake smile in his voice when he speaks again. “You’re going to have a hard time getting me off your back. Sorry.”

You don’t know what to say. The silence lingers and all that can be heard is the sound of cars rolling by on the street below. A car horn blares every so often at the light nearby, but you still remain quiet.

Is that why he always comes back? Because really and truly, he has no one else in his life? You can’t say the same for yourself -- you have Kazuha to keep your heart and mind occupied during your down time; you have Beidou, Hu Tao, and Chongyun to keep you busy at school; you have Barbara and Shinobu to keep you on your toes at work. You have friends, people to fall back on. But Spider-Man… doesn’t. And it’s not like you can just introduce him to your friends, either.

To think that you’ve been complaining about him when all he’s been doing is spending time with the only person who gives him the proper time of day.

The guilt that seizes you makes you hiss softly. What do you do now? You’ve had tender and serious moments with Spider-Man before, but this is too different. Do you apologize for being an asshole? What good would that even do? Do you make a gift for him on the spot? No; that might make him feel worse…

“I’m grateful for you.” Spider-Man’s voice cuts your thoughts short. “I really am. I’m sorry for dragging you into my mess. I hope you can forgive me.”

“If I… didn’t want to be involved,” you manage, “I would have told you to stay away a long time ago. Don’t apologize; I want to be by your side.”

Again, you hear a sharp intake of breath. “That’s--”

“Dangerous? Stupid? Yeah, I’m aware. But since I’ve never told you this out loud before, you’re my friend, Spider-Man.” You rest a hand on top of his without looking him in the eye. “Whether you knew that or not, we’re friends.” It feels weird to say, but you mean every word. Of course, friends don’t think about unmasking each other and kissing them every once in a while, but you’re not going to dwell on that. Your face starts to burn. “I wouldn’t want to be rid of you at all.” You say honestly.

Spider-Man moves his hand so that he’s holding yours. “...I appreciate it.” He says after a brief pause.

And once again, there is silence. It’s one that you can bask in, you find, especially when Spider-Man’s grip on your hand tightens. His presence is comforting, and only now do you realize that he thinks the same of you. The city marches on below your balcony, everyone encased in the same chilly autumn breeze that causes rigid goosebumps to rise on your skin. It’s nice, this silence. Is this the stillness that you’ve been missing out on because of Spider-Man? What are the odds that you’d finally be able to enjoy it with him?

You shudder and sneeze suddenly, shocking the both of you. Spider-Man jolts but eases into a laugh. “Are you cold?” He asks.

You sniff and tug the hood of your sweater up over your head. “No,” you grumble. “You’re cold. I’m just peachy.”

Spider-Man hops down and leads you inside, his fingers still intertwined with yours. “You’re a horrible liar,” he jokes. Once you’re inside, he stands in the threshold and laughs again. “You’re shaking.”

“Why couldn’t your birthday be during the summer or something?” You whine and make yourself small in your sweater. “It’s fucking cold outside.”

“What can I say, I like the fall more.”

“Whatever.” You ball your hands into fists inside your sweater pockets. “You’re not coming inside?”

Spider-Man shakes his head. “Something could still happen. I’m going to head back out.”

An idea comes to mind. It’s a stupid idea, a really, really, really stupid idea, but it's an idea nonetheless. You don't have much in the way of material goods to give him -- it'd be a cold day in hell before you coughed up one of your expensive medical supplies (as if he had any use for those with his speedy healing) -- and despite knowing him for as long as you have, he has yet to give any real hints as to what it is he likes. When you think about it, you realize that Spider-Man's been super careful as to not give you any kind of clues as to what kind of person he is without the mask. All of his likes and dislikes are a complete mystery to you, unfortunately.

Well, almost all of them. He's told you time and time again that he likes this one thing — one person.

“B-Before you do,” you stammer, “what’re your thoughts on birthday gifts?”

You can practically feel the confused look he gives you. “Why?”

Rather than let the embarrassment consume you, you let your body move on its own accord. You walk closer to him and place your hands on either side of his face. “Stay still.” You whisper. Without waiting for his question, you lean forward and place a kiss on his lips right over his mask. You can feel them just beneath the cloth and hear the noise of surprise that he makes, but you don’t let it stop you. You stay there for just a moment longer before pulling away. Your face heats up to an impossible degree and you keep your head turned away to avoid further humiliation. Spider-Man is completely quiet, likely with shock, and it makes you want to bury your head in a hole. He's told you before how much he likes you; even if he was joking, he's said it too many times for you to consider it as just a joke. A kiss should suffice as a gift, right? “Happy birthday," you mutter. “Now go--”

Before you finish speaking, a gloved hand comes over your eyes. You start to question what the hell he’s doing, but a pair of uncovered lips cover your own, silencing your protests. You melt into the kiss after a brief moment of shock and Spider-Man pulls you in closer with his free hand. Closer, closer, and closer still. He kisses you like you're something gentle, fragile, prone to break at any moment. And yet he tilts his head and nips at your bottom lip, kissing you deeply, like you mean something to him.

Friends don't kiss like this.

You can’t think. You can’t move. It’s just you and your masked vigilante and the sound of sirens outside.

The sound is what causes Spider-Man to pull away after a while. He doesn’t uncover your eyes right away and you hear fabric moving -- likely him fixing his mask. When he moves his hand, your vision feels hazy and your throat tight. You stand there in limbo, the two of you just staring at each other. You tug on the strings of your hoodie gently. “You should, um… you should get going.”

You wonder how he’s looking at you right now. Spider-Man clears his throat. “I… Yeah. You’re right.” He starts to reach for you, but he drops his hand and balls it into a fist by his side. “Will I… see you tomorrow?”

It’s a hesitant question -- a request, if not anything else. Am I allowed to see you tomorrow? You nod without hesitation. Who are you to refuse him? “Yeah.”

Spider-Man’s shoulders drop with relief. “Okay. Then…” He walks backwards onto your balcony and raises two fingers in his usual salute. “...Thank you for the birthday gift.” And with a push backwards, he tumbles off of your balcony and zips into the biting autumn night, leaving you in your living room.

You walk forward and close the door to your balcony. You turn your eyes to the clock on the wall. 12:00 AM, it reads. It’s October 30th. Your kiss was the last and only gift he'd received yesterday.

✦ happy happy happy birthday, kazuha.. i hope he enjoys his day with his new family 🥺💕💗

✦ i'll make an origins post about spidey!kazuha someday, hehe

[astaraels]

Femslash February — Clothes Sharing

fem!gallavich, club kiss. (ao3)

(This one is a couple of days early and I know I've got others to backtrack and write, but I do what I want 💕)

@m4ndysk4nkovich @holymurdock @callivich @lovekenney @echosluvr

It started out as nothing. One day Ian looked over and realized that Mickey was wearing her shirt—an old Ramones shirt she'd gotten from Lip—and it made her force the smile off her face before Mickey saw it and called her an idiot for it. But it filled her with warmth for the rest of the day whenever she thought of how big it looked on Mickey after Ian had stretched out the shoulders. It was probably no big deal, of course—Mickey just grabbing the closest shirt she could find, and Debbie's clothes were too small for her—but it still felt nice. Like something girlfriends would do.

The second time was on Ian; she'd gotten up late after a long shift at the bar, grabbing around next to her bed for some clean clothes so she could take a shower. She'd been too tired to pay attention to what she'd picked up, and only realized it once she was getting dressed and noticed it was Mickey's underwear she'd pulled on. They didn't fit perfectly, a little big, but Ian…kinda enjoyed the idea of wearing them. So sue her. It made everything worth it when she walked past Mickey in nothing but a shirt and her panties, and Mickey did a double take.

“Think you got the wrong pair on there, Gallagher,” she said, after Ian watched her throat move in a very interesting way. Mickey's words were casual, but the look in her eyes was anything but.

“Well,” Ian said, feeling a little bravado come along, “You can always come take ‘em back, if you really want.”

For a moment she actually thought Mickey would do it; the other girl bit her bottom lip slightly, apparently unable to stop staring. Then she looked up at Ian with an unreadable expression. “Just make sure you wash those” was all she said, but it took her another moment to turn around and walk away.

After that, it became normal for them to steal clothes—they couldn't wear the same jeans, since Mickey was nearly a foot shorter than Ian, but shirts, pajamas, underwear…anything was fair game. One time Ian found that Mickey had even stolen one of her bras, which was hilarious since Mickey was far more gifted in that department than Ian. When she'd asked, Mickey had blushed something fierce and muttered about how she'd been in a hurry that morning. Ian couldn't help but kiss her into the pillow after that.

Ian had always loved the fact that Mickey was so small, and loved that she looked even smaller when she wore Ian's shirts that seemed to fall off her shoulder. It didn't look bad, either; like she was trying to pull some kind of devil may care bad girl punk look. Sometimes she'd steal Ian's hoodie to sleep in, and it would smell like Mickey for days afterwards—Ian would end up wearing it afterwards, just to feel like they were closer. It made her feel safe, protected; even when Mickey wasn't around, she could still feel her there.

One night when Ian was working—dodging sleazy drunk guys who had no idea they were barking up the wrong fucking tree—she was finally taking a break, and looked around for Mickey but couldn't find her. It wasn't the worst thing ever; she knew Mickey couldn't be there all the time, but it didn't stop Ian from feeling a little bit disappointed. She liked having Mickey around, especially when Ian was finished and they could go to the lesbian bar up the street from the club.

They never said anything about it, but she knew Mickey was feeling more…well, comfortable, being around other people like them. Maybe one day Ian would even get Mickey to kiss her there, where it was safe. Now that Mickey wasn't afraid to kiss her anymore, now that they were together in all the ways that Ian couldn't get before. Mickey still couldn't say it out loud, but they were making progress. Slow, slow progress.

By the end of her shift, Ian still hadn't seen Mickey, which was definitely unusual. Every night, without fail, Mickey came and walked home with her—partly so the patrons didn't do something they'd regret, and partly, Ian knew, so that Ian herself wouldn't run off again. Some people might find that kind of attention stifling, but Mickey Milkovich didn't care for many people. The fact that she'd do something like that for Ian spoke volumes.

Just as Ian had put on her street clothes—unfortunately her body glitter was gonna get all over this shirt and pants, but it couldn't be helped—she headed out the door, and immediately ran into Mickey, almost knocking the other girl over.

“Shit!” Ian exclaimed, catching Mickey before she faceplanted on the pavement. “I didn't think you were gonna show up.”

“I had to make a run with Iggy and Colin,” Mickey explained. “Then they wanted to stop and grab some fuckin’ food, things got outta hand, you know the drill.”

Ian nodded, staring at her shirt on Mickey. It was one of her cuter hand-me-downs from Fiona, a nice black blouse with long, off-shoulder sleeves. She knew there wasn't a chance in hell that Mickey had worn something like that while she was out with her brothers, either. Not to mention the nice jeans she had on—they were in decent shape, not full of rips and holes like she usually wore. They were even tucked into a pair of combat boots that didn't look like they'd been beaten all to hell. It was a nice picture all put together, and Ian wondered if Mickey had done that for her sake.

“That's my shirt,” Ian murmured against Mickey's hair. She leaned down to kiss her, but Mickey jerked back like a scared animal. Ian sighed, but didn't push just then. Outside of a strip club wasn't the best place, anyway, she knew that. But Mickey was still wearing her shirt.

“Yeah, so fuckin’ what?” Mickey said, scowling. The tough girl attitude didn't work on Ian anymore, it just made Mickey look even cuter than usual. She grabbed Mickey's hand and steered her toward their usual after work bar.

“Nothing,” said Ian. “I just like seeing you wear my clothes.”

They both had fake IDs, but the butch woman behind the bar didn't seem to give a shit, sliding a beer towards each of them without a word. Ian clinked their bottles together, which earned her an eye roll from Mickey. She looked away quickly but Ian could still see the hint of a smile on her face. Score for Ian Gallagher.

Soon Ian pulled Mickey towards the dance floor, which was about half full with women of different ages, all ranging from full femme to stone butch, dancing close with their partners. Mickey grumbled and stood there with a scowl on her face as Ian tried to get her to dance, but Mickey didn't budge. “I ain't dancin’, Gallagher—it just makes you look dumb as shit.”

“You'd rather me be grinding up on some blonde cougar?” Ian said with a laugh, which only got worse when she saw Mickey nearly pop a blood vessel in anger. “Relax, I'm not gonna do that. But dancing is fun. What's wrong with fun?”

“Nothin’, except some creepy dyke or sleazy dude is always tryin’ to make the moves on y-”

Ian couldn't help herself; she leaned in to kiss Mickey, but got shoved away. It just made her roll her eyes, because if there was any place they could be safe to kiss, it'd be this one. But Mickey had a look in her eyes like a deer caught in headlights. In the past, Ian may have been more forgiving, but now Mickey needed to step things up. Let go of this shit, actually start learning to live instead of just surviving. So now Ian leaned back, staring at Mickey, waiting for her to give in. She always did, in the end; these days Ian could get her to do just about anything, and it gave Ian a thrill every time.

Mickey's gaze darted across the room; no one was looking at them or paying any kind of attention. It felt like Ian had to coax a scared dog out from hiding—but Mickey was always worth the wait. After a while it did get a little frustrating, but Mickey finally glanced at Ian's lips, took a step forward, and brought their mouths together. Hell fucking yes.

Ian wrapped her arms firmly around Mickey, who reached up and cupped Ian's jaw with one hand. They kissed each other like they were drowning—and maybe they were; drowning in the lights and the music and the fact that Mickey was wearing Ian's shirt, had gotten herself all nice and pretty just for Ian's sake. It made Ian never want to let her go, and Mickey seemed just as determined to hold onto her like a lifeline. Mickey's skin was hot under Ian's hands; Ian felt her own stomach turning flips, heat building inside her from the desire she had for this girl in her arms. The whole world seemed to fall away, like they were the only two in the room despite being surrounded by other people.

Goddamn, but Ian wanted her like she'd never wanted anyone else. Feeling Mickey's soft hair between her fingers, watching her pale, delicate skin grow flush so easily; Ian just wanted to press her against a wall, keep Mickey pinned down while she did as she pleased. The way Mickey looked at her when they finally pulled apart made Ian think that Mickey might let her do just that.

“Fuck, Mick…” Ian murmured against Mickey's ear, feeling the shudder that went through the other girl's body. It made Ian grin. The things they did to each other…

“Ian-” Mickey started to say, but Ian cut her off with another, dizzying kiss. Talking could come later. Right now, all Ian wanted was her lips against Mickey's own, pressing their bodies as close together as they could get. Right now she wanted the world to disappear so they could hold on and never let go. Everything she knew and loved about Mickey raced through her mind, until it was the only thing she could think of.

“Dance with me and I'll kiss you again,” Ian said with a smirk. Mickey looked around again, then put her arms around Ian's waist with a stubborn glare. Ian grinned wider, kissing Mickey again, pulling her in to dance. This was perfect—she had Mickey and she felt amazing, riding high on the feelings like she was on a roller coaster. It still made her blood hot, too, seeing Mickey in her clothes. Ian wondered just what else of hers Mickey might be wearing. She definitely needed to find out.

[buckyownsmylife]

I would: a Tony Stark x Reader x Sam Wilson smut/angst one-shot

The one where Tony knows that you’re Sam’s girl, but that doesn’t stop him from listening in on locker room talk

WC: 1.1K

Warnings: Sam sharing private things about your relationship with his friends and basically disclosing your sexual relationship. You can read it as if you're into it or not, your choice.

A/N: thank you very much to @sweetkingdomstarlight-blog for giving this a read for me 💕 your comments give me life!

Tony’s P.O.V.

I huffed when I walked into the living room to find him already there, surrounded by the supersoldiers. There really was no escaping Samuel Wilson when I was desperately trying to avoid him, apparently.

“Hey, Tony!” He greeted me with a smile, and so I struggled to grind my teeth and swallow down the anger inside of me, forcing myself to go on with my original intention of spreading my body over one of the very comfortable sofas in the room instead of turning around and returning to my lab.

I could do this. I just had to ignore him.

“I feel like I haven’t had the chance to talk to you in so long!” I cringed, feeling the bitter taste of guilt on my mouth. It was true, my anger was one-sided and solitary. Worse: it was unknown. Wilson had no idea I was irritated every time he was around, and so, he couldn’t really be blamed by his perfectly normal behavior towards a teammate who had always been nothing short of cordial towards him.

“Yeah, you know…” I tried my best to keep my tone neutral, although I avoided his eyes as I took a seat in one of the many couches around us. “Always working on a new gadget.” Wilson and Rogers chuckled and nodded, recognizing the truth in my statement, as it wasn’t new that I’d always spent most of my time down at the lab. But they didn’t seem eager to bring me into their conversation, as immediately after I made myself comfortable, they turned back to what they had been talking when I arrived.

“So” -this was said by Barnes, who was seating on the other side of the new Captain- “you were telling us about last night.” That got my curiosity - I hated not being in the know of something - and my frown most definitely showed it even before I asked, “What happened last night?”

“Sam took his girl on a special date.” Stopping myself from groaning, I simply nodded, for the first time in my life actually praying in the hopes that they’d somehow change subject, although it was obvious I wouldn’t have such luck.

“Hell yes!” Barnes celebrated. “And she found a very special way to thank him…” That was said while his focus remained on the star of the conversation, a clear nudge towards returning  to what was previously being discussed, and I already knew what was coming.

“Jesus fuck.” I couldn’t help myself. Not anymore. “Do the two of you ever stop fucking?” Somehow,  by God’s grace (ironically), the envious tone of my question wasn’t noticed by any of the other men in the room, far too focused on the perspective of hearing yet another tale of Samuel’s sexual adventures with his new girlfriend…

… and the object of my deepest desires.

When I introduced the two of them at one of the Stark enterprises gatherings, I didn’t anticipate their union would make my ordeal even worse than it already was. Sure, I knew she was hot already - that was precisely the problem.

She was way too fucking hot, and she was my assistant. I couldn’t stop thinking about her like that. It was consuming my mind.

Heart beating fast, I considered my options as Samuel prepared to resume his fantastic tales of fuckery. I really should leave. Even if I was friends with the guy, she was my employee, for God’s sake!

No good could come out of this. And still, I didn’t leave.

“She’s such a fucking tease, man!” Sam groaned, but the huge smile on his face made clear how little he was upset with it. “She wakes me up in the middle of the night, just because she wants it so bad.”

The guys groaned, but I remained silent - Sam’s words reverberating across my mind. What must it be like, to have someone desire you this badly? To have her want me so damn much she just can’t wait for me to wake up?

“I bet she feels perfect,” Barnes commented, but the eagerness in his tone was easy to capture. Sam chuckled as he nodded, not at all bothered by the soldier’s interest in his girl, and still, I made sure to keep pretending I wasn’t interested in what he was saying, avoiding his gaze so I wouldn’t be caught.

“Yeah, and she just lets me fuck her whenever,” he informed us, much to my agony. “And she’s always so fucking wet. She comes so fucking hard around my dick, sometimes I swear she’ll snap the entire thing off.”

Squirming on my seat, I briefly wondered if there was any way I could somehow watch them fuck without them knowing about it, but then I snapped myself out of it. What kind of a creep was I becoming?

“I’ve even made her squirt a few times.” Now, that was just evil. A small part of me was starting to consider Samuel did know about my interest in his girl, and he was doing this just as a way to torture me.

“See this picture that she sent me?” Suddenly, a phone was thrusted on my face, a picture of her on her hands and knees staring back at me.

I fell in love.

Hoping he wouldn’t look down and see my cock straining against my pants, I coughed to fake nonchalance, rubbing my sweaty palms against the fabric of said pants.

“Does she…” I hesitated before forcing myself to voice my question, not wanting the guys to question why I was so weirdly quiet. “Does she like it rough?”

My answer was a sound that was half wheeze, half laugh, Samuel nodding excitedly as he rubbed his hand over his chest, pride obviously pouring through every pore of his.

“But she looks so innocent…” This last thought escaped uninvited, eliciting another laugh from the man of the hour, as he shook his head in pity at me.

“I can assure you, she isn’t.” I gulped hard, not wanting to allow the thoughts in my brain to compose themselves fully, but Sam wouldn’t let me get any rest. “She doesn’t let me cum anywhere but in her pussy, says she’s hungry for it, just so you know.”

I should have left long ago. But I was stuck to the sofa now, not knowing how to escape this nightmarish conversation, just as she called him up and he put her on speaker for us all to hear.

“Fuck, daddy, I need you…” The faint sound of her vibrator couldn’t be missed, and while Steve and Bucky tried to reel in their laughter and Sam coached her through an orgasm, I couldn’t help but think that she deserved better.

Fuck, I wanted her to be mine.

[faeryarchives]

everything's going to be all right

alternate title: there would be times you just feel so exhausted and overwhelmed by not being able to keep up with the things happening around, and they are there to help you along the way

⚘ silent company; you tend to distance yourself from everything during burnouts - the things you used to love, work and social life. having someone to accompany you in silence can make you feel that it is okay to feel tired and not to be okay all the time and that it is valid to take a rest from the busy world. they would just lay by your side doing their own thing like reading, sleeping or surfing the net + definitely the type to hold your hand time to time and keep you close to them ❤️

— riddle rosehearts, leona kingscholar, jade leech, idia shroud, silver, malleus draconia

⚘ adventure time; if you feel so unproductive even by doing your favorite hobbies, why not discover new things you can possibly enjoy? 100% sure they would try to do even the most random things with you just like knitting, painting by numbers, swimming and many more. every once in a while, going out and being enthusiastic on the things you never taken up before with someone you love might lit a spark again inside 💛

— ace trappola, deuce spade, floyd leech, kalim al asim, epel felmier, sebek zigvolt

⚘ me time; its time for you to focus more on yourself, and there is absolutely no way for you to disagree. they want to make you feel that sometimes it is okay to spoil yourself after reaching an achievement and not to overwork thy self. baking together, having skin care routines, pranking people and mini concerts in the comfort of your room - what could be a better feeling than having the best time feeling goofy with your lover right? 😉

— trey clover, cater diamond, ruggie bucchi, azul ashengrotto, vil schoenheit (1), rook hunt, lilia vanrouge

⚘ learning about boundaries; don't get me wrong, they would listen when you open up to them on how you are feeling and tell that you are also just human - it is normal to feel that way. but sometimes you need to put boundaries to not biting off more than you can chew and that it is okay to say no. it maybe hard but by letting you pushing the pause button first and spending your time with them away from the stressors in your life makes you feel more at ease. when you are ready to jump back in - they would assist you to by regularly keeping an eye on your activity routine to lessen the possibility of you being overwhelmed 🥺

—jack howl, jamil viper, vil schoenheit (2)

I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF U GUYS STILL RECOGNIZE ME 😭 but still um hi aerie here sorry for disappearing without any notice 😖 its just for a month i feel like i can't keep up with the things i love before including writing and i really don't want to just post stories or fics without giving my all so i went on a break

it actually went great~ i am still adjusting to my college life and i found friends i can really trust and very glad for! now i am currently fixing my schedule so i can write small drafts about the future stories on my list <3 + i haven't open my inbox for a month sorry about that 😭

so that's it for now and as usual i hope you enjoy the update and love you all mwah 💕

[jojikawa]

Anonymous asks: “Can you write a Valorant smut where the reader got kidnapped by the guys for interagaion? (Guys i.e: Phoenix, Yoru, Chamber) and it gets rough? 😵‍💫 Idk I think it would be cool and I can't write that well-”

Yes! I can def do that for you! 💅💕

VALORANT MALES (Phoenix, Yoru Chamber) x FEM! READER

tw// dubcon, hate fucking (from Yoru), double/triple penetration, sexualization of the reader

Your day went as normal. You handled business and once everything was said and done, you returned home. You treated yourself to a bath and the plan was to go to bed and continue the very next day. Things seemed normal until...

One thing was off…your towel was missing.

“Looking for this, ma Cherie?”

You spun around, laying your eyes upon a man. A French man with brown hair and both sides of his head shaved. His body was decorated with golden accents embedded into his skin. You’ve never seen augments like that. The color matched the scheme of the modified gun he had in his hand pointing it at you with your towel in the other. 

“Wow, I didn’t think the hitmen would show up so soon. How many of you were sent my way?” You placed your hands on your hips, not able to prevent yourself from making sassy remarks at a time when you should be afraid. 

“Not a hitman but you don’t need to worry about that. You’ll be coming with me.” 

His accent was so attractive. But it was familiar…

“Oh, I think I know you. Vincent Fabron? The weapons dealer, yes? I didn’t know you did your dirty work.” You teased, sticking out your tongue just a little. This made him narrow his eyes at you. At least he knew he had the right person. 

The man, Vincent, threw your towel to the side and motioned you to leave the bathroom with him. Not wanting to get shot, you followed his lead, appearing to be very comfortable with the situation while also being moist and naked. 

In your room, two other men had been waiting for you. The one sitting on your bed also had a gun and another one leaning against the wall. The first was Japanese while the other was dark-skinned. You recognized them too. 

“Ryo Kiritani and Jamie Adeyami…you must be scared of me if there’s this many~!” You laughed. “With guns too.”

The Japanese man, Ryo, or Yoru, visibly reacted to you saying his name. Keeping his identity a secret was important to him. The dark-skinned one, Jamie or Phoenix, seemed to be enticed by something else. 

Your body. 

“You can’t blame us for taking extra precautions for someone who made it through the defenses of our dear friend, Cypher, with such ease.” The French man, Vincent, or Chamber, voiced from behind you. 

“I see. So, this is how it ends.” You smirked to yourself before turning to Chamber. “Can a lady get dressed?” You asked politely. If you were gonna die or be thrown in jail, it had to be in something cute.

“No,” Yoru growled from behind you. “Since you want to humiliate me with my name then you will feel what it’s like to be humiliated.” 

Phoenix laughed. “I kinda like her how she is.” Referring to your lack of clothing. 

“It seems that we all agree.” You felt Chamber’s presence behind you and the sensation of a cold barrel touching you just below your shoulder blade.

They blindfolded you and took you to someplace you weren’t able to see. It was cold but one of them covered you in something that you assumed to be one of their jackets but you weren’t able to tell. 

They seemed to be gentle with you for the most part but it wasn’t until you refused to cooperate that things took a turn for the worse.

The men would interrogate you one at a time. Chamber would come in and try to be manipulative but you saw through it causing him to retreat and pretend like he made progress. Yoru would be aggressive by yelling and cursing at you until he would get frustrated at your cool demeanor and leave. Then Phoenix would try his best by making it seem like he had nothing against you and that things wouldn’t be bad because he would take care of you.

You weren’t buying it. 

This went on for about an hour before you were blindfolded again and this time you had your hands bound. 

“Where am I going?” You asked, trying to figure out who was the one moving you. They yanked you around almost violently, so you assumed it was Yoru failing to hide his poor attitude once again. You had also received no answer.

You were tossed to the ground where you felt the cord of your bindings moving around. It seems like someone is tying the other end to something. 

“Aww, so rough.” You rubbed your thighs together, showing how helpless you were in your situation. This caused the man who was handling you to blush. 

“Shut up!” They barked, revealing that it was indeed Yoru again. You wondered what Phoenix was doing or at least if he was watching. You then heard another voice.

“That’s no way to talk to a lady. You should always treat them with respect, especially women of this stature.” Chamber always spoke in such a condescending manner. It was mostly when he was targeting men or women he wasn’t too fond of but you found it hot.

You jumped at the feeling of what felt like the ghost of a hand exploring your backside. “It seems that we will need to do this the hard way.” Chamber's fingers traced your exposed pussy lips, clean and untouched, until now. 

You shuddered at the contact, not able to contain yourself with your bindings holding you back. 

“But don’t worry, I will take good care of you~” 

“Vincent!” You growled his name with such venom but this only made his confidence shoot up. “No, no, Cherie, sit still.” 

You felt a hot wet muscle glide itself over your folds. His words and his tongue were gentle but his hands were grabbing your cheeks, digging his fingertips in, and almost bruising your soft flesh. 

Tears pricked the corners of your eyes from the pleasure. 

“S-So this is how it’s gonna be.” You peeped through the gentle moaning.

Suddenly you felt two more sets of hands roaming your body, groping you any and everywhere. You also felt Chamber move from eating you out to fingering you deeply with two fingers. Their goal was to make you talk through “harsh” punishment.

“You like it don’t you, mon amore? You are getting so wet already and I didn’t know you could make such pretty little sounds. How naughty.” Chamber teased, his breath hitting grazing your ears and making you shiver. 

Yoru and Phoenix were sitting in the other room, (im)patiently waiting for Chamber to finish what he was doing. They began to wonder what was taking so long and why they weren’t able to join him in his efforts this time. 

Yoru occupied himself with fixing his hair for the 10th time, mostly out of annoyance and anger. He wanted to hate you, so badly. But he just couldn’t find a solid reason to. Yes, you invaded his privacy and sold his information, but you were an info broker. It’s your job! But still…maybe he was just being sexist. He didn’t see you as a threat because you were naked…and a woman. Your body was so distracting. 

“Yo, Yoru, what do you think they’re talking about in there?” Phoenix was sitting in a wheel chair with his elbow on the table and his head resting in his hand. He was so bored and it wasn’t fair that Chamber was the only one allowed to see you for now. He couldn’t complain about it to Brimstone because they were currently disobeying orders. 

“I don’t know and I don’t care. She needs to be punished.” Yoru hissed. He tended to get a little emotional despite trying to make himself out to be the cool one all the time. 

“Oh, come on, you care. I can hear it in your voice, man.” He then leaned in Yoru’s direction. “But did you see her…? I can’t be the only one thinking about it. She looks good!” 

Phoenix was a simple man. If he saw a girl with a nice body then he had to talk to them and here you were, just ready and available for him. 

“That’s all you seem to think about, huh?” Yoru rolled his eyes at his counterpart but he did kinda wonder what Chamber could be doing to you. 

Curiosity would get the best of both of them. 

Chamber grabbed your breasts gently, fondling them and playing with the nipples as he pushed into you. He had you on your knees with his body positioned behind you. “It’s too bad we had to meet on these terms. Perhaps if you choose to surrender, I could take you on a cruise like any Queen should~”

You cried out, taking in his size as he penetrated you with unrelenting force. You blush on the inside. These were such intimate acts and his accent made him sound so sweet. 

Not to mention how sexy you felt. This is the longest you’ve been without clothes. You were in the presence of men who were enticed by your beauty and can’t control their urges.

You then heard a door open, along with some footsteps.

“What the hell?” Yoru exclaimed. 

“So this is what was taking so long!”

Oh no…

You squirmed around but a firm grip on your hip tightened. “Are you gonna help me or just watch…?” You cried.

You felt them moving close to you before Yoru violently grabbed your chin and lifted your head. You felt his breath hit your lips before he squeezed your cheeks, making you open your mouth before he shoved his tongue down your throat. 

Chamber resumed his light pounding into your wet cunt. 

The men hoisted you up and you could feel Chamber behind you doggy but someone was under you. You felt around, feeling locs so you knew it was Phoenix. 

Phoenix inserted himself into you. You had to take in both of them while Yoru was nudging your face with his cock, his precum wetting wherever it touched.

Yoru grabbed your hair to make you open your mouth and he was able to fit it inside. It felt so good to him, but for you…it wasn’t easy taking all of these men with their size. 

“You like that, don’t you, you slut?” Yoru berated. “You think it’s fun to mess with me, I’ll show you.” 

Your eyes watered at the pleasure. You could cry. 

“Don’t worry about him.” You heard Phoenix say. “Just focus on how good I can make you feel. He’s just mad.” 

The men pounded you in different positions until they were done using you, Yoru being the most aggressive,  Chamber being the most flirty, and Phoenix being the most passionate. Their warm cum filled all of your holes, leaking out of your mouth, cunt, and ass. 

“Hmm.” Chamber hummed. “Perhaps we can talk to Brimstone about recruitment. I would hate to see a gem as precious as this go.” 

If you joined the protocol, you would get bullied by these guys…but the idea kinda turned you on.

[bloodplague]

Hi💕💕💕Could you please make some general hc about masky please?

Thanks for makingthe other hc about toby.

I loved them!!!❤❤❤

Some hugs and kisses again :)

Masky || Timothy Wright Headcanons

This might be a little complicated since Tim canonically belongs to Marble hornets, but I'll try!

I know the mansion is not canon, but I'll make headcanons about it anyway.

There are 3 different proxy-ranks, 1. Highest-Ranked Proxy (Most effective proxies), 2. Middle-Ranked Proxies (Proxies that served the longest & are effective), and 1. Normal Proxy, basically all the others. This is all based of my AU by the way, so that's nothing canon. Tho, if Tim would have a rank, it would be the Middle-Ranked Proxy tbh.

He's either on missions or in his room, playing bass or doing other stuff. Tim doesn't really like doing anything other than that.

Tim avoids sleeping since he's scared to wake up in random places, no clue where he is.

He doesn't really get along with many proxies. I feel like he'd mainly stick around Kate, Rouge, Wilson, Liu or Jane.

He's one of the oldest proxies, around 35 years old. (This age is canon, since Tim's actor, Tim Sutton was born on December 24, 1988.

Tim and Brian do still get along. Brian (aka Hoody) forgave Tim, knowing it wasn't his fault for infecting the others with the Slendersickness, but he still has some kind of anger pent up inside him, which is why he might change his mind about Tim randomly.

Tim has the dissociative identity disorder (DID).

Tim does NOT like cheesecake. It's a joke made by the fandom to fat-shame the actor.

He enjoys listening to music while sitting next to a window, daydreaming. It gives him a kind of comfort.

He actually likes writing, sometimes even writes about what he did and how his day was to not forget anything due to his amnesia.

Tim doesn't really remember everything that happened in his past, but most of it. He blames himself tho.

He can't really control when he's Masky and when he isn't. Sure, he can put on the mask and go on missions, but whenever he needs to protect himself "Masky comes out" - if I can say it like that.

Tim records almost everything he does to capture the figures he sees on camera, as he is convinced he doesn't actually has schizophrenia and the things he sees are real. Whenever he sees something, he quickly checks his camera to see if the figures are caught on his tapes.

He uses the word "fucking" a lot when he's mad.

He's a very cold and sassy person who is most likely a loner, so earning his trust or making him like you is really hard.

Tim REALLY hates Slenderman.

Silly guy

[dropout-if]

who's most likely to enjoy (starkid) musicals if they got introduced to them by the mc? who'd begrudgingly listen, who'd hate it and leave?👀 (what is everyone's fave musical?)

Omgg (doing both the Starkid and mainstream Broadway ver!)

I feel like Wanda, Uma and Statler would be into musicals👁️ Maybe Uma is the one who likes them most, and they definitely know and love Starkid🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

J is very open to enjoying everything their s/o likes so they'd try watching musicals (even if it's really out of their comfort zone). I think they'd like The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals because they can appreciate that kind of humor^^ + I think they'd also like Next To Normal.

Uma's favorite is definitely Nerdy Prudes Must Die (they've great taste🏃‍♀️) + bare.

Statler would be very enthusiastic about watching Starkid, and I think they'd actually enjoy them a lot😭💕. As for faves, Black Friday comes to mind + Legally Blonde or The Color Purple (I'm Here would remind them of their mom for sure).

Wanda would love Twisted^^ (+ she's also very open to trying out anything her partner likes). Her fave is Chicago.

Kai likes comedy so they'd definitely be open to watching musicals (though they've never been much of a musical fun so they'd probably experience some culture shock “Why are they singing every two seconds?” at first kdkskf). They'd like A Very Potter Musical because... That's their humor... And The Guy Who Didn't Like Musicals too^^ + Rent (music-wise they'd be into it).

Travis would initially say no. But I don't really think it'd take too long to convince him??? Travis tends to be really prickly and set on his ways but his heart melts over his partner being enthusiastic over things. He'd like Nerdy Prudes Must Die (any Hatchetfield tbh) + Hadestown. Anything sad and gritty and raw, actually^^

[eamour]

helloooo ella! dropping into your askbox to a) tell you your theme is, as usual, phenomenal, and b) to ask what the highlights of your month have been and what you're most looking forward to coming up? 😌✨💗🌸💕

AAAARGHHH HELLO MY LOVE!!!

first things first, i am SO sorry for replying so late… i saw your message but i wanted to give myself some time to reflect on all the good and bad things that have happened this summer (and thank you so much for the compliment and checking up on me!!!!)

i had so many highlights actually… i kissed someone on the second day of knowing them (and they kissed me back AAAAAAHH), made some new friends, had a guy fall for me who said the most beautiful things about me and (respectfully) pretty much worshipped the ground i walked on. i remember telling my uncle i was so eager to eat strawberry cake two hours before our neighbours brought us three pieces of a strawberry cake. i got beautiful jewelry and new clothes that i love wearing and that make me feel comfortable in them. on the last days of my vacation, i was out with my mother and her friends (which all loved me and laughed at all of my jokes!!!!). we were drinking and chilling on the beach when i got a bit tipsy and decided to swim at midnight on a full moon — after i convinced my mother that i would not be swimming! i manifested seeing my friends more often, going shopping with them and went to a club for the first time in my life. i also got my very first make up products and spend lots of time making myself feel pretty and embrace myself. on some days when i didn’t feel like doing anything at all, i went out around night time to ride my bicycle, listen to music and occasionally stopped by the smaller markets to buy drinks. i took care of many stray cats and dogs and always looked forward to feeding ans petting them. i visited many culturally significant places, went eating with family and friends, had my ears pierced for the first time ever, got gifts from people i just got to know who immediately started to like me, vice versa… i could write another five pages about what has happened during the past few months!

this is just a very vague part of the things that have happened this summer (without bragging…). my real highlight, however, would probably be the person i fell in love with but also being shown love by several people ♡ this year, i was bathed in compliments from so many people… it felt nice. indeeed, it felt amazing!

as you can see, thankfully lots of love ♡ i also had a handful of downs and moments where i totally wished for things to not be the way they were but… that’s normal i guess…

right now, i‘m looking forward for what’s gonna be the next chapter for me. i‘m gonna make up my mind the following days and aim for what i really want longterm! <3

[samieree]

Hi! I just finished one-shot requested by @babyssi890

Hope you gonna like it 💕

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Heimdall x reader (female)(childhood friends)

You and Heimdall have known each other for a very long time since childhood. Over the years, you have become one of the few people who is able to talk to him normally, even though he mainly talks because you are rather shy. Besides, there's something very special about you. As you are the goddess of secrets, you're the only person in the nine realm whose thoughts Heimdall can't read. He had to accept it, but he doesn't like it because it means… that you might also be the only person who could hit him.

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It would have been almost the same day in Asgard as any other, if not for some unexpected visitor. You were standing in the mead hall with Heimdall and listening to him complain about this new guest.

You had to admit it was pretty cool having Heimdall as a friend, a person who could read anyone's mind except yours. You were always up to date with all the gossip and you knew which ones were true. Besides, let's face it, it was fun to gossip about everyone with him. He might still be rude to you, but you could see that he treated you better than anyone else.

Not as good as the All-father, but always something, right?

“Well, since I couldn’t drop him off the wall, I figured maybe the Einherjers would take him down, and I'd take a look at it. But of course they can't do anything right, and weary I had to do it myself.” he sighed and took a sip of his mead. “I was about to get rid of that annoying brat and then - imagine - Thor came out of nowhere and threatened what he'd do to me if I got another step to 'Allfather's guest', pff…”

“What exactly did he threaten you with?” you asked out of curiosity what was stopping your cocky friend from doing what he wanted so badly.

“Well…” he looked away, searching for the right words for what he saw in Thor's mind. He was still terribly disgusted by it and would like to forget about the sight. “You do not want to know.”

“I already know from your expression.” you didn't really have any special idea, but since you were the only person Heimdall couldn't read….

Let's say you enjoyed using it. If you didn't want to talk about something, you could keep quiet or just lie. And even if he had some suspicions, he couldn’t confirm them in any way. Of course, you could see that he didn't like it at all, but at least one thing was comforting: As the goddess of secrets, you could easily find out about every person's secret, even his if you only wanted.

But surprisingly, the two of you got along very well. He couldn't read you, but you could possibly read him. And so from childhood, alternating altercations with gossip.

“I think you're exaggerating again. This guy…” you didn't get to finish as Heimdall suddenly interrupted you.

“Please do not involve us in your pathetic attempts to impress one another.” you turned around and saw Thrúd with someone, possibly Loki. As you can see, Sif's daughter was showing him around, and as Heimdall had spotted them… He couldn't help but comment, as always.

Not that it particularly annoyed you, because you usually ignored his reproaches, even when you had a good retort in mind, because somehow… you didn't want to say anything. Were you afraid of offending him? That's possible. Were you too shy for that? Even more likely.

“You're Loki, right? Guest of the All-father?” you asked, stepping a little closer to the teenagers. Even though you heard Heimdall's heavy sigh behind you and his soft mocking of you.

He seemed to dislike it very much whenever your attention shifted to someone else, he had been like that since he was a child. Only then he just pulled your hair when he didn't like something, and now... Well, you see.

In private, he could even be nice from time to time. You remember once he even braided you a lot of braids while you were keeping him company on the wall. You still remember that moment with a smile on your face. Oh, what you wouldn't give to feel his hands in your hair again, gently separating strands and braiding them into individual braids… He had really skilled hands.

He was almost like a different person then. Or was it the real him? It was hard for you to tell.

“Um… yeah, it's me. And you are...?”

“It's y/n, she can know anyone's secret if she wants to.” Thrúd explained, and then lowered her voice and leaned close to the boy's ear. “She's a bit like Heimdall, but she's not annoying.”

“I heard it. I'm sorry the truth upsets you all so much. Maybe if you were honest more often, you'd get used to it.” you sighed softly as you heard your friend interject again.

It was almost always like that when you wanted to meet someone new or even talk to an old friend. Somehow, Heimdall was suddenly beside you and effectively shooing your mate away.

Unless someone was really stubborn, then it could even come to fight and well... It's not hard to guess who always won.

“What are you doing for the All-father?” you asked Loki. You wanted to approach him and go somewhere to talk calmly, without Heimdall behind your back, but suddenly you felt him hold you by the end of your long braid.

Sometimes that's why you didn't tie your hair up at all, but today it was this damn braid...

“We'll talk later?” asked Thrud, seeing your situation. You just nodded your head, grabbing your braid and throwing it forward surprisingly easily. It seems that if you want to talk to Loki normally, you will have to wait until Heimdall goes to the wall and then you will have a moment of peace...

Yeah, about Heimdall… You turned to him, crossing your arms over your chest. He seemed unfazed by your gaze and drank the rest of his mead as if nothing had happened.

“Something's wrong? Are you still staring at me because you like me or what?” he asked, setting his mug on the table.

You felt your cheeks flush slightly at the second question. Right now, you were silently thanking for that he can’t read your mind with his skills, because you'd probably have sunk to the ground if he'd found out years ago that you have a crush on him...

“Why do you always do this to me? Can't I talk to anyone normally?” the Asgardians, seeing what was happening, quickly got up from the long table and left the room, leaving the two of you alone.

“What do you mean? Talk to whoever you want. You never listen to good advice anyway and do what you want.” you furrowed your brows. What is he up to?

“Good advice? When was the last time you gave me any advice?” he sighed and started pacing around you, explaining what he meant.

“We both know that my judgments are the most accurate because I know what other people really think, but after all these years, you can't even trust me a bit. Since you're really so obtuse about relationships, I'm trying to gently educate you on who's good company for you and who-”

“You don't think anyone is good company for me!” you shouted suddenly, interrupting him. He stopped in front of you and looked at you with obvious surprise on his face.

He knew he had annoyed you with his behavior many times, but you had never raised your voice at him before. But now… You were getting really tired of enduring his weird whims and shooing everyone away from you. You're not a child to be protected from everyone, and the world isn't so bad that every person you meet has bad intentions towards you.

“Doesn't that braid press your head?”

“And yours not? Why-?!” you weren’t allowed to finish the question, because the blond interrupted you.

“You know what, go to your room and cool down a bit, because you're getting dramatic-” unable to take it anymore, you raised your hand and unexpectedly slapped him on the cheek with your open hand.

In a rush of emotions, you also decided to use your skills for the first time in a long time. You didn't like to know the secrets of others, but at that moment you were pushed to the limit of your endurance. That's why you did it, you decided to find out what secret Heimdall is hiding, maybe it has to do with...

…you.

Shock also crossed your face as it all hit you and began to piece together. He loved you. That's why he wanted you all to himself and always chased everyone away from you. He wanted you to spend as much time together as possible. He was jealous when you paid more attention to someone than to him. That's what it was all about.

You were just beginning to understand what you actually did. You hit that untouchable god who always dodged every blow. And now you watched him as he pulled away from you in shock too, holding hand on cheek.

“You…” he must have noticed the unmistakable blue flash that passed through your eyes when you used your powers. And he didn't like it...

He quickly walked away, leaving you alone. No biting remark, no hateful glare, nothing… It was even worse than having him yell at you for doing it.

It’s obvious his pride just took a hard hit, and he'll be quick to put something cold on his cheek so nobody will see the red mark of it. Although you had the impression that he was much more affected by the fact that you learned his deepest secret. Something he was... ashamed of. He was ashamed that for someone he would be able to do even he doesn't know how much.

You felt terrible about what you did. After all, you shouldn't have hit him, despite what an asshole he is...

You bowed your head in disappointment and went to your room. You have to put it all together in your head...

* * *

You couldn't help not being able to go to sleep. You thought about Heimdall all the time, about what happened between you two and how he feels about you, especially since you reciprocated those feelings.

You steeled yourself and left the room, determined to talk to him. You went to his door and knocked, but either he wasn't there or he chose to be silent as the grave.

You sighed quietly and said to yourself that you can't leave it like this, but you can't break down this door, you don't even have enough strength for it...

Slowly taking steps, you left Odin's house and headed to the only place you could think of.

It was actually your and Heimdall's place, where you usually came to talk and gossip in peace, and you used to play there when you were children. He once nearly knocked his tooth out tripping over a tree root.

Exactly, that tree was what gave this place an unusual appearance. Long branches with tiny leaves hanging down to the ground hid a small clearing from the world. In fact, it's hard to even call it a clearing, but let's say.

That's where you directed your steps, and when you got close, you heard something like... Hitting something sharp against the trunk?

You parted the leaves with your hands to enter the shaded area under the tree's canopy and saw Heimdall standing in front of the trunk, striking it again and again with his sword. He didn't say anything, his expression was impenetrable, but it was obvious that he had come here to calm down. You cleared your throat to get attention, but it failed.

“I…” you started, hoping he wouldn't ignore you to the end of the world. Because he can't, right? Whom you're trying to fool, he's capable of that “I want to apologize. I shouldn't have hit you, but I could handle not being able to talk to anyone normally.”

“Excuses” he grunted in response, not even looking at you and continuing his activity.

“I know you were jealous, but-”

“I'm not jealous.” he cut you off quickly, suddenly hitting the trunk even harder. Is he still just calming down or is he trying to chop down that tree?

Silently, you approached him slowly, placing your arm on his hand, which was holding the sword just after he swung again. You were afraid he was going to knock it off, but surprisingly he didn't. After a moment, he let go of his sword, which fell to the ground at your feet.

“What do you want from me?” since the words weren't getting through to him in any way, you started thinking about doing something else to quickly and accurately explain how you felt to him. “You came to stare at me?”

Smiling slightly, you shook your head and slowly raised your free hand to place it on his still slightly reddened cheek. You didn't have enough time to do it because he grabbed your hand, but it didn't matter because you had a different purpose in all this.

Taking advantage of how close you were, you stood on your tiptoes and pressed a kiss to his lips. You were afraid he was about to push you away, so it was just a quick kiss after which you pulled away. You wanted to take another step back to calm your pounding heart, but you couldn't. Not because you didn't want to, but because, still holding your hand, Heimdall pulled you back to him, watching you closely.

“What was that?”

“It doesn't matter…” you looked away, flustered. Gods, what were you thinking… You must have misread everything and put the final nail in the coffin for your friendship…

“It does.” he replied immediately without taking his eyes off you. “It was quite… pleasant.” you saw his eyes slowly move to your lips. He finally let your hand rest on his cheek, intertwining your fingers a bit.

You shivered as he leaned in towards you, only brushing his lips lightly against yours at first. You didn't quite know how to react to this sudden tenderness from him, which you definitely weren't prepared for, even though you knew how he felt about you.

One of his hands slid from your hand to your hip and slowly traveled up, stopping at your chest. Oh no, you think you know what's coming...

You almost jumped when he suddenly tickled you. Your lips parted for a moment and he took advantage of that to slide his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss. You smiled and felt him do this too, just before he pulled away a bit.

“No, Heimdall…” you said, seeing what he was about to do. “Do not even try…!” too late, as soon as he started tickling you, you couldn't help but laugh.

You felt your knees begin to buckle under you, so since you're about to fall to the ground anyway... At least not alone. You wrapped your free arm around his neck just before you started to fall over. He couldn't have predicted it, so you both landed on the ground, only you in a slightly worse position...

“Ouch!” you exclaimed laughing. Your back just landed on the hilt of a sword you both had completely forgotten about in your rapture of love.

Heimdall wanted to kiss you again, but disturbed by your sudden cry, he rose up on his forearms, noticing the sword lying beneath you.

“Oops...” he replied in his characteristic tone and pulled his sword out from under you.

“Now you should massage it for me...” you groaned, reaching a hand to the sore spot on your back. You'll have a bruise there any minute.

“Turn onto your belly.” he answered. Well, you said about this massaging more in the form of a joke, that's why you looked at him surprised as he got up from you, sitting astride you at the height of your step. “You won't get a special invitation.”

Giving him one last look, you rolled onto your stomach, crossing your arms in front of you to rest your head on them. It wasn't long before you felt his hands, first massaging your shoulders, then slowly descending to the hurt area.

“You can do this to me all night.. ” you muttered dreamily, enjoying what he was doing to you.

“Sunshine, I know better ways to spend the night...” you didn't even notice as he leaned down, almost laying on top of you, to say it in your ear and send a shiver through your entire body. “The question is, do you want to know them?”

That's the question... Do you want to know them?

~

-> part 2 -> general masterlist -> God of War: Ragnarök masterlist

[whumping-valentine]

🦌 Fawn and Hunter - Part 6 🦌

"Fawn and the Fog"

Content: Animal death, animal skeletons, threats, hunting, anxiety, defiant whumpee, spooked whumper, whumpee forced to kill, weird rural woodsy shit in true rural redneck fashion 💪

I may have German, Irish, and Slovak in my blood, but at the end of the day I am merely just a northeast yankee here to represent the horrors of the American woodland lol

2000 Words

Part six baby let's goooo. And only two days after part five, I'm on a roll!! If you're someone who wanted to see a more mean Hunter, especially after the last part, this is the chapter for you.

This is where the batshit paranormal stuff that I was talking about earlier starts happening. I am physically incapable of writing something grounded in reality, you guys aren't prepared for what this seemingly normal, woodsy whump series is gonna turn into.

Also shout out to you guys who leave comments on this. I appreciate the little words so much you don't even know, it really motivates me to keep going. There's only two of you atm, you know who you are. Thank you, truly.

Hope you enjoy! 💕

       After a few days, Fawn began to overcome their illnesses, being oh so carefully tended to like the sickly little fawn they were. Being so busy nursing their pet back to health, Hunter had no time to gather or prepare food. They began running low on resources. Turns out feeding two people rather than one will cause you to run out of food faster. Who knew?

       Now that Fawn was better, and was the very cause of their food drought in the first place, Hunter decided that it was about time they helped out around the cabin and made themself useful. They grabbed an extra gun and walked down to the basement, where Fawn was back to seeping on the old mattress.

       Hunter threw the shotgun on the tattered bed. Fawn looked up at them in puzzlement.

       “Don’t get any funny ideas, it’s not loaded.” Hunter said, “Though it will be, soon. You and I are going hunting.”

       Fawn scoffed, “Absolutely not, you psycho.”

       "That wasn't a question. Get up."

       “Or what?”

       “Or I’ll make you get up. Your choice.”

       “You don’t scare me.” Fawn said, though they could feel their anxiety sparking up.

        “Oh, so you’ve gotten too comfortable, have you? I can fix that.” Hunter said, leaning down as they grabbed a fistful of their hair, pulling Fawn to their feet as they yelped and winced. Hunter twisted their head to look up at them with those wide, big, deer-in-headlights eyes. They tugged on their hair, holding the gun to their chin with the other, “This is not a place to get comfortable in, or abuse my hesitance to kill you. I can be nice, so long as you're good. But be bad—” They pulled harder, “—and I’ll be your worst fucking nightmare. Got it?”

       “Y-yes, Hunter.”

       “Good.” They let go, “Now pick up the gun and follow me.” They turned to walk back up the stairs, and Fawn obeyed, following them meekly, their head down. They clutched the gun tightly in both of their hands, ascending the staircase. The two of them stepped outside into the crisp late Autumn air. A chill waved through the wind, an incredibly foggy and cloudy day.

       The two walked through the misty woods in silence, leaves crunching beneath their feet. Fawn stuck close to Hunter, finding it incredibly hard to see.

       Fawn grumbled to themself as they tried to hold back, but couldn’t help themself, and they broke the silence, “You sure picked a brilliant day to go hunting. Can’t even see a foot in front of me let alone a fucking deer.”

       “Okay, smartass, you think you’re a more qualified hunter than me?”

       “I think I’m smarter than you, yeah.” Fawn said, and Hunter kicked their feet out from under them, causing them to fall backwards.

       “You’re not the one who gets to be sassy here, in case you’ve forgotten.”

       "I can do whatever the fuck I want, I'm not your pet and I never will be. In case you've forgotten." They stood back up.

       "Oh, I haven't forgotten your defiance. How could I when you make your resistance so clear? Though I do remember you were letting me hold and comfort you so softly just a few days ago."

       "Oh, fuck off."

       Hunter ignored them, "You turn into such a helpless baby when you're sick. You should be like that more often. But I guess your dramatics are quite entertaining."

       "How in all of fucking hell have I been dramatic? I think I act perfectly fucking reasonable, all things considered."

       "Oh, well firstly, I've killed people who were far less pissy than you. Secondly, a pretty thing like you should cut the swears."

       "Yeah, how about you go and kill me, too, that'll fucking stop them. Maybe I'll just do it more to piss you off. Fucking shit ass bitch, suck a cock, dick."

       "Don't make me wash that mouth out with soap."

       "I'd be surprised if you even owned soap, you filthy dirtbag."

       Hunter shot a bullet at the ground, next to their feet. Fawn yelped and jumped back as their adrenaline spiked. The boom echoed through the trees.

       "I let you get away with saying a lot of shit. I'm starting to get tired of it. Have you already forgotten the little chat we had earlier? You have no idea what I’m capable of, baby. I guess I’ll need to show you later.” They said, a threat laced in their voice.

       Fawn literally growled in fear and anger, “I will run off into these fucking woods! I can do it! I’ll— I’ll fucking leave!”

       "Threatening to run away like some angsty teenager? Oh, no, by all means, go ahead." Hunter said, gesturing out into the misty woods, "Run off. Find your way home. I'm sure you'll be able to."

        Fawn glared at them in wide-eyed hatred, biting their lip in anger. Hunter found it adorable, which only contributed to Fawn’s disdain.

      “Come on,” Hunter said, roughly nudging their shoulder with the shotgun, “Keep moving.”

       Fawn glared back at them, rubbing their shoulder, angry tears in their eyes. Hunter wore a smug smile, and Fawn wanted nothing more than to punch it off their stupid face. Wanted to just turn the gun around on themself and shoot. That would be better than this. But they couldn't even have the luxury of death, holding an unloaded gun. They wished there were two bullets so they could take both of them out all at once.

They continued on through the endless woods, Fawn's involuntary anxiety growing by the second. They hated that they couldn't control it. Couldn't stop their heart from beating so fast, stop that dreadful feeling in their arms and chest. They didn't want to be afraid. Anxiety is such a bitch.

       “Shh, shh.” Hunter hushed suddenly as they pulled on Fawn's arm, crouching them both down into the bushes. Their eyes were locked on a beautiful doe. The same doe with a coat pattern of hearts that Fawn had fed those many weeks prior. A pit opened in their stomach.

       Hunter loaded a single bullet into Fawn's gun, and guided their hands to point it at the doe, who stared down Fawn right in the eyes, almost in recognition. Fawn’s hands were trembling as Hunter held them tight, smirking as their warm breath trickled Fawn’s neck. Hunter guided their fingers to the trigger, and forced them to pull it.

       A loud gunshot rang through the air, as Fawn winced and trembled. The deer was dead, and the forest ran silent. Fawn stared blankly ahead as their eyes locked onto the carcass, trembling hands still gripping the gun as Hunter went over to look at their catch.

       Crows gathered around out of nowhere as they sat silently in the barren trees, as if to pay respects to the fallen, and condemn Fawn for their actions. They'd never felt guilt quite like this.

       Tears welled in their eyes behind the cracked glasses they wore. The gun dropped from their hands as they shook uncontrollably. As the pure shock of the deed began to wear off, they slowly broke down into tears, and before long, they were sobbing uncontrollably.

       It begins to lightly rain in a mist, and all around the massive murder of crows sat and watched in continuous silence. Though neither seemed to notice.

       Hunter threw the deer over their shoulders like it was nothing. “Enough of the crying. Get up.” They kicked Fawn in the ribs with their foot.

       Fawn again, growled like an angry animal, and they snapped, “Fuck you! Fuck you all the way to Hell, you bastard!” They yelled, voice cracking as tears streamed down their cheeks, “I hope you die in a fucking fire! At the edge of a cliff, covered in burns, poisoned, coughing up blood, with no one to fucking love you!!”

       They buried their face into their hands as they sobbed. Hunter stared at them with a blank, neutral expression. They reached down and grabbed the scruff of their sweater, pulling them to their feet in one swift motion.

       “No!” Fawn yelled, “Get away from me!” They pushed them away, falling backwards into the bush they were crouched behind. A burr bush.

       Fawn had burrs all over their clothes, and in their hair. Hunter shook their head, unamused, “How many times do I have to tell you, Fawn? These are the consequences of your actions. Now get up."

       “Fuck you!!”

       “I won’t ask you again.”

       “No!”

       “Get up.”

       “AAAAAAAHHHHH!!” They screamed.

       “Oh, so now you’re gonna just throw a tantrum like a child. Is that what you are, a child? Keep screaming and crying, it isn’t gonna get you out of that bush or out of these woods.”

"I'd rather die in this bush!"

"Then go ahead and be my guest." Hunter said, fed up, rolling their eyes, "Stop being dramatic."

       Fawn grumbled and kicked their feet as they struggled to get up, Hunter watching the pathetic act apathetically. The bush pulled on the threads of their clothes, and their hair, ruining them and causing pain. Once they were back on their feet, they held back a pout before roughly kicking Hunter in the ankle, quickly walking back the way they came. Hunter gave no reaction, following behind them in a thoughtful stalk.

       Fawn stomped through the trees, angry, upset, and anxious. They hoped if they'd move fast enough, they'd lose the hunter through the fog, the deer slowing them down, where they could somehow find their way home. Though somewhere along the way, they suddenly stopped in their tracks, gripping the shotgun tightly, staring intensely through the thick blanket of white mist.

Hunter caught up to them, "What?" They asked. Fawn just stared. Hunter squinted their eyes and could faintly make out what looked to be a skeleton of some kind.

       Hunter went ahead of them and approached it, only to find it wasn’t just some normal kind of animal remains, no. Not only were the bones perfectly picked clean, in perfect skeletal formation, but it was huge. Not just a large buck, either. More so the size of a car. The skull itself was almost bigger than Hunter.

       “What the hell?” Hunter muttered to themself in shock. They’d lived out in these woods for years, and never had they ever seen anything like it before. They were stunned, at a loss for words, and above all else, frightened. At first they thought it might be fake, or some kind of art piece. They'd seen those before.

But something deep down inside said that wasn't the case.

       They slowly backed away from it and returned to Fawn, watching it disappear through the mist. Hunter didn’t say a word, and just continued walking, trusting Fawn would follow. This caused Fawn great unease. Hunter had been out here for years. They’ve killed people. What on Earth could possibly have them spooked?

       The misty rain slowly turned to gentle flakes of snow, the wind picking up as it grew colder and darker. They made it back to the cabin as the snow began to stick and fall heavier, the wind howling through the growing darkness of the late evening.

       Hunter plopped the deer down on the table and turned to look at Fawn. The look on the hunter's face almost made them shiver, and not from the cold. Seeing your own captor frightened by something wasn't something you'd exactly want to see. They ran a hand through their long, messy hair, shaking their head as they pulled themself back down to earth.

       “Come on,” they said, “let’s pick those nasty things off you.” They said, and led them down into the basement. Fawn was far too spooked and exhausted to fight back anymore. They stood still as Hunter meticulously picked off all the tiny brussels and burrs, until they were finally free of them.

       Hunter pushed Fawn down onto the mattress roughly before locking both of them down in the basement. Hunter sat on a chair, clutching their gun tightly in their hands as it laid across their lap. They stared intensely at the door, frightened that something they couldn’t explain may come down it. Fawn looked over at them from the mattress which they slept.

       They hated that their presence made them feel safer.

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[strikersexhaver]

HII you have no idea how lucky i am to find you

(im in desperate need of striker content on here and everywhere else 😭)

can i have striker with an s/o who's really touchy and just loves to hold him and be held, it just brings his s/o so much comfort, and basically any type of physical affection towards him and how he'd react?

And reader being self-conscious about it and sometimes being afraid he'll push them away?

That's all for mee, tyyy

(btw I love your first work of him, can't wait to read moree ❤️)

(A/N) LMAOOO! Trust, I needed to make this blog because there was little to no Striker content 😭 my hyper fixation on him was sated.

Also thank you! :)

Striker with Touchy+Loving S/O 💕

Firstly, in the beginning of the relationship you’d have to slowly ease him back into touch due to him being lonely.

(I mean look at his living space it’s actually very depressing tbh-)

He’d be less receiving to it at the first, because don’t get me wrong- this man has had relationships beforehand and he’s not a shy guy, obviously.

But he’s more used to not really ‘in-love’ relationships, casual ones he’s used to. Serious ones where someone would care about him so much it was actual love.

It would be not a foreign concept, but a thing he thought he lost.

He’d gradually get more and more used to the touch, which meant he showed he enjoyed it more often wether it be a smile, a hug back, a tail rattle, he’d be appreciating it more over time which may be a while.

He might get frustrated in the early stages of the relationship sometimes.

Then it results you feeling bad, alongside guilty for touching him too much.

You’ll back off for a bit, before going back to normal when he’s more used to it. If you don’t address him about how he feels about touch, he’ll probably tell you only if you get too much.

He appreciates the touch though, it’s stress-relieving, he’ll probably all over you at home as you are to him.

Because he never has to worry about people thinking you’re not in a relationship with him if you’re hugging him a lot.

He has no shame with it either, makes him feel prideful when you hug him in public.

Like ‘hah y’all fuckers lonely! Can’t fuckin’ relate”

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Could you right the DDLC girls with a normally shy S/O's who get's possessive when someone flirts with them?

OMG FIRST DDLC REQUEST YESSSSS

~ Yuri ~

Chaos, absolute chaos

You two are both so shy in public, holding hands, kissing in any way shape or form is guaranteed to have one of you two (or both) flustered beyond repair.

But the two of you are also SO possessive, and together that makes a dangerous combo

She finds you just too cute, so soft and shy and god she loves you.

So thats why she’s so uncomfortable when this random guy starts hitting on her

She doesn’t know what to say, so she just blushes (out of embarrassment due to attention being drawn to her)

Which this creep takes as a sign that he should keep going.

He reaches out to tuck a stray strand of hair behind her ear and she flinches away

Thats when you come in. Soft adorable little you <3

Running at this guy to kick him in the shin.

When he doubles over in pain, he gets the perfect view of you pulling your beautiful girlfriend down into a kiss.

After the two of you break apart, you look down smugly before dragging her off.

It doesnt take long before you begin to revert back to your shy self, and you start going off with apologies

Oh what, she doesnt mind/ And now you’re up against the wall, what a turn.

She feels more comfortable being a teensy bit more possessive now that she knows you are as well, maybe not to the same degree however.

it doesn’t take long for people to realise,

‘hmmm, maybe i shouldn’t flirt with either of these people.’

honestly, the two of you were made for each other, and you both bring each other out of your shells.

~Monika~

Chances are she already knows you’re possessive, she's just like that.

(Maybe she's physic, or just has good intuition)

But she doesn’t mention it so long as you don’t.

she loves how shy you are, and she sometimes teases you about it, but she stops if you get annoyed or uncomfortable

she squishes your face with her hands and watches you blush

Anyways, Monika is used to being flirted with

And you’re used to it to, lets be honest.

canonically she’s like, the most popular pretty girl in school (and she has good grades)

so its no surprise that people (foolishly) come up to flirt with her, but you usually aren’t around for that to happen.

She wasn’t surprised when someone came up to flirt with her, just annoyed.

Shes stated that shes TAKEN and is so close to poofing them out of existence when

She sees you storming up to this random dude and straight up kick his nuts. No more children I guess

Shes sort of shocked but she swoons, kinda teases you to see if shy you is still in there.

Is further shocked when you just grab her hand and drag her to a secluded place to makeout.

After you finish shy you comes back and she finds it so cute.

Im not saying she sometimes tries to make you jealous bc thats kinda toxic but...

Yeah she does.

She teases you about it but she loves it a lot so she doesn’t stop you from going sicko mode on those asshats.

~Natsuki~

Oh boy.

Natsuki is something, before you two got together she probably made you cry a lot.

She feels bad about it now and tries to make up for it by giving you cupcakes (it works)

Not a lot of people would really approach her because shes got a bit of a mouth and attitude.

But there are a few people now and then (mainly lolicons, im sorry but its the truth.)

Either that or people with a degrading kink anyways.

So she's genuinely a bit surprised that someone comes up and starts flirting with her, so much so she doesn't have a sharp retort to dish out.

So he moves in closer and she's still frozen

And then you come barrelling in and no joke tackle this fool.

She swoons, but refuses to acknowledge the fact that she finds you so hot right now.

Naturally when you drag her away, she gets snappy again but she's secretly very flustered.

When you go back to being shy she teases you a bit, but gets you to spoon her later that night.

Sayori 💕

Naww, you two are so cute.

People have voted you cutest couple every year., and honestly I see why.

She loves tackling you in a big ol bear hug and pepper your face with kisses, seeing you blush is a bonus.

I genuinely think that sayori would have quite a few admirers, she's just so peppy and cute (on the outside at least.)

So she sometimes gets letters and gifts but she only keeps them if it's food 💀🙏

She'll share them with you don't worry.

You usually just let the admiers be because they're not confessing in person so who cares.

But one time this random approaches the two of you before you leave the school gates and bows, confessing their love.

Before she can do anything about it, she feels a dark aura behind her as you wrap your arms around her waist.

"she's fucking taken loser. Piss off. N o w"

It sends shivers down her spine but like, in a good way.

While your walking home she notices the aura receding and you apologise sheepishly.

She just coos about how you cute you are, welp.

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hi hello! sonic prime 3 episode spoilers!!

watch on youtube- link!

Anyway! spoilers and thoughts under the cut!!!

heehee hello welcome ^.^

i have SOOOOOO many thoughts!

firstly, always like in the first ep or couple eps we get a heavy sonadow episode!! this is that my guys!! and it's perfect in general bc it's a good balance of sonadow interactions, action, WORKING TOGETHER GOD I COULD DIEEEE, nine and his plans (i love seeing tails be the bad guy it's so fucking kickass dude yes), and VERY. LITTLE. EGG FAMILY CONTENT. THANK FUCk

so. if the rest of the season is anything like this, including some more good sonic having fits/breakdowns about the betrayal/loss of his friends, i think it'll be a fucking dope season. i hate how little they can show sonic crying, but they never said he couldnt have a panic attack and be comforted....>:) would love some shadow tears too

i love this episode being an episode of sonadow working together, but it showing shadow having to support sonic again and now be his rock throughout. not just pushing him out of the way, talking him down and also bolstering him, but showing them visually during combat being in sync (shadow mostly leading) and them escaping with shadow pushing sonic ahead, launching him closer to the rift with his own body and coming to his rescue throughout combat....THEN SAVING HIM BY SHOOTING HIM INTO SPACE SO NINE CANT FUCKING SUCK HIM DRY OF HIS PRISM ENERGY???

gay ppl can never be normal in love, etc

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im living im there im winning nothing has ever been wrong ever party rockers in the house tonight ✊️😤💕💕✨️

brb lemme do pt 2 cuz tumblr wants to bitch about an image limit