#this is also for smth. else. sweats

[oh-gh0st]

oh we are SO ready for october.

[fideidefenswhore]

#TheTudorsWeek2023, by @thetudorsgifs | Day 1: Best Episode(s)

Episode 2x02: Tears of Blood: Henry continues undermining the Catholic Church's influence in England, while his chaplain makes a fact-finding tour of Lutheran Germany; Anne resolves to consummate her relationship with the king as Brandon plants doubts about her virtue.

Episode 2x03: Checkmate: His patience at an end, Henry marries Anne in secret, appoints his Lutheran chaplain Thomas Cranmer the head of the Church, and strips Queen Katherine of her title and status; the king and new queen's first child is born, a girl christened Elizabeth.

Episode 2x10: Destiny and Fortune: In the Season 2 finale, Anne awaits execution in the Tower of London as Henry's marriage to her is annulled, baby Elizabeth is removed from the line of succession, and Henry proposes to Jane Seymour, who accepts.

Episode 3x05: Problems in the Reformation: Henry remains in seclusion while mourning the queen's death, an opportunity that enemies of the crown seize to murder several friends of the court; Cromwell is disturbed when Henry doesn't resist his new church's similarities to Catholicism.

Episode 3x09: The Undoing of Cromwell: In the Season Three finale, Henry moves swiftly to annul his loveless marriage to Anne of Cleves, and beds a new teenage mistress; Princess Mary falls in love with Duke Philip of Bavaria; Cromwell's fall from favor is sudden and dramatic.

Episode 4x01: Moment of Nostalgia: Henry introduces his new wife to court, Katherine Howard, his fifth Queen. She attempts to befriend Henry's children; this succeeds with his young son, Prince Edward, but she receives only contempt from Lady Mary while Lady Elizabeth is receptive but prefers to spend time with Henry's former wife Anne of Cleves.

[howlettsdarling]

‘feverish nights’

⋅˚₊‧ 𐙚 ‧₊˚ ⋅ ‘x-men’ logan howlett x gn! reader fluff but sexual themes implied

specifically put ‘x-men’ in here because it’s when his two little kitty tufts are prominent:3 (ex: the gif). i love them sooo much waah i had to write smth about them y’all omfg. i thought of logan in x2 here but you can take anyone you want really, just keep in mind those are mentioned.

summary ;

logan’s ruts are coming early, making him feel feverish and unable to sleep. you try to help him ease back down.

it’s the dead of night in the heart of winter. logan has you curled up to his body, a thick, meaty arm wrapped around your lower stomach through the t-shirt you’re wearing. however, it’s hard to stay peacefully asleep when all the man can do is toss and turn. you’re just trying to sleep, for christ’s sake, and he can’t stop being restless. eventually, you just give up and shift away from him, curling up to the pillows with a little grunt. he reached out for you, but groaned in response to not having your warm body against his anymore or in reach, the discomfort finally managing to stir him awake.

the realisation also made him grumble to himself and try to go back to sleep — but it was difficult; he was starting to burn up and even after removing his shirt and throwing the sheets to the side, he couldn’t seem to cool off at all, a sheen of sweat matting down the dark hair on his chest, and even starting to bead on his forehead.

that’s when he knew he had to get up, at least wash his face if not shower.

however, as he got up, he groaned again, feeling lightheaded and hazy.

this definitely wasn’t normal.

once he finally managed to walk and get his balance — using the wall as guidance — he entered the adjacent bathroom: grabbing a towel and dunking it under cold water as soon as he turned the sink on, wiping his forehead and taking a glance at himself in the mirror.

he looked awful. his hair was messy, face slick and shiny with sweat, as he wiped at the stickiness that began forming back on his face almost immediately again. it felt like a fever but then again, he rarely caught those, no, he basically never did.

it would have been too out of place, but it being anything else wouldn’t have made sense either. his thoughts however were interrupted as he heard your voice speak up, because in his absence, you had started to wake up too — turning around in an instant to look at you standing in the doorframe.

“lo? what’s going on?” you’d mumble tiredly, rubbing your sleepy eyes. a little growl bubbled up in logan’s throat at the sight of you, all sleepy and pretty like you always were, he tried to ignore the little tug he felt in his boxers.

“nothin’, bub. jus’ a fever.” he merely managed to grunt out, turning back to the sink to heavily sigh, his hands holding onto the sides of it tightly for balance, but it was clearly more than that.

“fever?” you asked, echoing his words. you didn’t believe that for a second, furrowing your eyebrows in confusion and instant worry as you walked over to him, taking advantage of the way he instinctively turned his head to look down at you: allowing you to press the back of your hand against his hot skin, which felt ice cold compared to him. “baby, you’re burning—we need to go to the medical lab.”

he immediately shook his head at your concerned words, shutting off the idea in an instant. “no, no. ‘m fine, trust me. besides, it’s too early to go now. don’t wanna wake anyone else up for this, ‘s stupid.” he huffed, pulling away from your hand. but to you it wasn’t stupid. his words made you sigh; you hated when he’d deny he needed any help.

“logan— no, come on, baby, this is serious. we gotta get you help.” you started arguing, trying to at least even get him to look back at you again as he was now just hunched over the sink. and his breath did hitch for a moment when you called him baby, which was unusual, it had him feeling tingly inside.

he finally turned his head to look at you, still sweaty, as he tried to stand up straighter. “darlin’, told you ‘s fine— nothing more than just a—“ he paused, his eyes almost squeezing back shut as suddenly a wave of dizziness overcame him again, a curse leaving his mouth as he gripped onto the sink tightly again, so as not to lose his balance. this didn’t help ease your concern at all, as you quickly tried to help him balance himself. “l-logan— listen to me-“ you said, trying to keep him conscious too as you noticed him start to lose it: but it was hard to focus on even keeping him upright, your body trying to hold his up had him feeling worse and hotter.

“baby, up, gotta stay up— let’s get you back to bed,” your words floated hazily around in his clouded mind, and you were starting to struggle with him as he didn’t want to cooperate still. you were trying your best and he groaned, leaning up against you, his hand still gripping the sink tightly.

“enough, listen, ‘m fine, just need to sit down, alright?” he grunted, his body so close to yours now you could feel the warmth radiating off of him. you huffed at his words and rolled your eyes, but sat him down on the closed toilet seat.

“okay, okay. just sit and stay there, i’m gonna get something. i’ll be right back.” you told him, hearing him grumble faintly as you left the bathroom — he hated it, hated how you told him to ‘sit’ and to ‘stay’ like he was some damn dog, but yet, the thought stirred something up in him, and made him burn up even more.

thankfully, it wasn’t long before you came back into the bathroom: with what looked like some ice cubes wrapped up in a cold rag. you walked back over to him, standing in between his spread thighs, his big hands instinctively going up to paw at your waist and hips as he tilted his head up at you so you could press the cold rag to his forehead — a low groan and sigh of relief leaving his lips as the coldness made contact with his burning skin.

“that’s it, feels better, doesn’t it?” you sighed, one hand keeping the coldness pressed to his forehead and the other starting to run through his hair, through the little tufts on his head.

“mmph.” he grumbled, feeling as you then moved it to press against his neck, hearing a slight wince from him before he eased into it — your little ‘shh’s’ shushing him too.

he leaned back against the toilet seat, only serving to make you giggle softly as you took the cold rag from his face and instead started to rake your fingers through his coarse hair, scratching gently at the little two tufts on them. “let’s get you back to bed now, lo. get some rest for the morning, hm?” you hummed, to which he grumbled again — but didn’t protest. you helped him up and to the bedroom, feeling him collapse onto the bed instantly; the mattress sinking down slightly with his weight. you chuckled and got into bed with him, not even bothering to pull the covers over you two as he was already hot enough.

“thanks for… takin’ care of me, darlin’..” he mumbled hoarsely, his throat slightly scratched up, as he glanced over at you: your eyes looking back at him softly, illuminated by the pale moonlight that highlighted your small smile at his words, as you pressed a kiss to his cheek, the scruff there grazing your lips, and slipped your bare thigh between his own.

“anytime.”

[theartofsimpatry]

🔞‼️Idk whether I’ve already stated this before but Shigaraki wants you, entirely.

He wants to know your dirtiest and deepest secrets and desires. He wants to know all of you even the things you’re insecure about and the things you’ll never show to anyone else but him. He wants to do the same but he’s worried that you’ll find him disgusting and fucked up because that’s what he is. He wants the moments like when you two are just tangled together in bed, covered in sweat and cum, scratches and bite marks, your face covered in tears and his still drooling a lil bit after some love making. He likes knowing that the two of you are connected to the fullest extent. Also there is no-the best way i can describe it- grace period in a relationship with him. You know where after awhile in a relationship, you finally feel comfortable and not embarrassed doing smth like tooting in front of your partner? Yeah his version is telling you the most fucked up things in his head after he fucks the living day out of you. Whether its about how he wanted to take you in the dirtiest and fucked ways imaginable, or how society needs to be destroyed and how those who disagree, regardless of sex, age, gender, quirk, will be destroyed too.

Yeah maybe it’s just his possessive nature but he truly wants all of you, every part of you should be his. He doesn’t ever wanna find out about any secrets you might’ve not told him. You shouldn’t have any secrets with him and he’ll try not to have any with you.

[tiki-was-here]

Mark Grayson x Healer reader

Word Count: 800 smth words

this is so cringe chat i cant write teens. also im not even done with season two i hate school man.

The humming of the sick bay machines is oddly calming. Even if every inch of your body aches. Your arms feel like they’re filled with lead, your vision blurs every time you blink too long, and the searing hot feeling in your chest won’t go away.

Mark is in the cot beside yours, looking like he got hit by a truck. Twice. Dark circles under his eyes,  skin streaked with blood, and there was a bruise blooming down the side of his jaw. Still, he was adorable as ever.

“You look like a soggy burrito,” you muttered without looking at him.

Mark turned his head toward you with an exhausted groan. “And you look like someone stuffed a blanket into a juice box and called it a superhero.”

“That doesn’t even make sense.”

He squinted at you. “I’m concussed. Shut up.”

You both went quiet, letting the soft beeps of the machines and the distant chatter of medics fill the space. You were sore, tired, and very aware that your heart was beating louder than usual.

“Anyway,” you say, trying to change the subject before you melt into the hospital bed, “you’re still bleeding.”

Mark looks down at the gash on his side and shrugs. “It’ll stop eventually. My healing factor kicks in... eventually.”

“Eventually isn’t good enough. You need help.”

“I think the person who nearly passed out trying to heal everyone else is the one who needs help.”

You grimace. He’s not wrong.t you’d already pushed your powers too far. The blood transfusion hooked to your arm was struggling to catch up with what you gave.

But there is another way.

“…You know,” you said softly, turning your head to look at him, “my blood’s not the only part of me that can heal.”

He glances at you, eyes curious and half-lidded. “What do you mean?”

You shift slightly, tucking your arm beneath your head. “It’s mostly liquid-based. My healing powers, I mean. Blood is potent because it’s, like, concentrated.

Mark’s eyebrows shoot up. “Wait — are you saying… you have magic piss or something?”

You stare at him. 

“I’m going to throw something at you,” you say flatly, but your voice cracks with a half-laugh. “Seriously? That’s where your brain goes?”

He raises his hands in surrender. “You said liquids! I was just trying to understand!”

You roll your eyes. “I wasn’t talking about pee, you idiot,” you said, lifting your head again. “I meant… like tears. Sweat. Spit.”

“—Like, if you spit on a wound, it heals?” he interrupts, squinting at you like you’ve just suggested licking a battery. “Is that hygienic?”

You exhale sharply, looking up at the ceiling like maybe a higher power will give you patience.

“Mark.”

“Yeah?”

You turn your head toward him, cheeks burning but voice steady. “I want to kiss you.”

His mouth falls open.

“I—You—Wait, what?”

��Kiss. You,” you repeated, enunciating each word like he was a toddler. “Lips. Mine. Yours. Together. Healing. Maybe tongue. Optional. And I’ve wanted to kiss you for a while anyway, so…. Kinda killing two birds with one stone.”

His brain short-circuited. You could see it. 

A beat passes. Then two.

“You’re serious?” he asks quietly.

“I just fought a giant lizard alien hybrid with you, nearly died, and gave half my blood to save our friends,” you mutter. “Yeah, Mark. I’m serious.”

Something softens in his expression. He looks at you like he’s seeing you for the first time — like all the years you’ve known each other, all the battles, all the late-night chats and almost-moments — are finally adding up to this.

“I… I really want to kiss you too,” he says, almost like it surprises him. “Like, really. I think I’ve wanted to for a while, but I didn’t want to screw things up.”

Your heart does a ridiculous flip in your chest. “You’re not screwing anything up.”

He nods once, eyes locked on yours. “Okay. Um. Then I’m gonna—okay.”

He leans towards, wincing a little as his ribs protest. You meet him halfway, hands trembling as you touch his jaw, guiding him gently closer until his lips brush yours.

 It wasn’t a perfect kiss—he still tasted like blood and hospital gum, and your nose bumped his a little too hard—but it was soft,warm, all you've ever wanted since the moment you laid eyes on him.

Your lips moved slowly against his, and for a second, you swore you felt a spark. Maybe from your powers. Maybe from him.

When you pulled back, both your cheeks were burning. 

“…Feel better?” you asked, breathless.

Mark smiled. “A little.” Then paused. “Might need a second dose. You know. Just to be sure.”

You scoffed. “Wow. You’re such a flirt when you’re bleeding out.”

“And you’re weirdly hot when you’re threatening to heal me with your spit.”

He grins — bright and stupid and beautiful. 

And for the first time in hours, you don’t feel quite so drained.

Fun fact reader was originally supposed to go down on him but I was in public and kinda forgot how old he is when he officially starts working as a superhero so I decided to play it safe

[boom-bada-boom]

shawn spencer, through a series of comedic should-be-impossible hijinks, gets turned into a cat without anyone knowing its him. he elects to hang around the station and help out however much his four paws can.

hilariously, it doesn’t change that much.

some notes:

hes brownish-orange (kinda like henry’s hair in flashbacks??) which means he is close enough that he has the orange cat curse™

trying to decide on what breed he is. obviously mixed but what is in the mix?? main thoughts are havana, bengal, and siamese

okay final thoughts: bengal-siamese mix with a havana-like coloring for both eyes and coat.

hes a chatty cattyyyyyyyyyy,,,,,,,, yapper frfr

dog-person lassie and cat-person jules (she canonically has two cats)

he is so indecisive on if he should try and communicate that he is shawn to the station. on one hand theyd know hes safe and maybe be able to help him fix this. on the other jules has literally played fetch with him. a few officers have hand fed him. several cat things occurred. he would never live this all down (human shawn after hes asked where he was for like two months: (heavy sweating) i dont remember)

shawn sleeping in lassie’s chair and on his lap. he started doing it for the laughs but now he has realized that oh no this is actually comfy. tragedy.

half the station supports shawn’s cat shenanigans. a third just take videos. the remaining sixth try to call animal control on shawn but he always gets away and hes back in the station like two hours later so eventually they give up lmao

while all this is happening the station is also stressing because of shawn’s disappearance. they cant find any evidence for what happened. shawn went out to pursue a lead and just vanished. consequently, shawn is trying to make them all feel better with cat shenanigans

he refuses to use a litter box. it does not matter that he is so so small now he is using the fucking toilet. (the officers start leaving the bathroom door open a crack so he can slip in lmao)

shawn reading over case files while sitting on them. hes participating (and solving them)

shawn as a human accidentally left a pineapple stress toy in the station (maybe on some forgotten corner of lassie’s desk or smth lmao) and as a cat he rediscovers it and decides to play ball using it. all this to say that people start calling him pineapple because of it. honestly hes quite happy with that name over some other possibilities

jules is the only one allowed to touch the pineapple toy. he doesnt trust lassie not to try and dump it or something like the spiteful person he is and he certainly doesnt want anyone else touching it. (he would allow lassie to touch the pineapple toy if it werent for that fact though)

(shawn very carefully putting the pineapple toy down in front of lassie for the first timeand staring up with his big ole eyes and lassie stares back and externally his expression is hella flat but internally hes like oh no. oh no its growing on me)

BIG NEWS: cats can in fact eat pineapple, just not a lot since as a fruit it has a lot of sugar (not good for cats), HOWEVER… “It’s hard to see why because cats don’t have the taste buds that let them enjoy sweet flavors. The strong sweet and tangy taste of pineapple is mostly lost on them.”

shawn finally managing to get someone (probably buzz) to give him some pineapple only to be utterly HEARTBROKEN bc it DOESNT TASTE LIKE PINEAPPLE ANYMORE !!!!!!!!!

juliet holding him like a little baby as he is purring like a freight train

LASSITER HOLDING HIM LIKE LONGCAT AS HE IS WAILING LIKE THE DAMNED

literallyyyyyy thisss,,,,

he breaks into the chief’s office to lounge on her desk and she gives him hardcore side eye before, after a while, just sighing and starting to pet him. “this station doesn’t exactly need a mascot, you know,” she tells him, to a reply of mrrp, “but i suppose a little bit of cheering up wouldn’t be too bad.” very carefully, she taps him on the nose. “but not too much. this is a serious line of work—no making a mockery of my station.” the dull thunking of a tail smacking repeatedly into solid wood made no promises.

inconceivable amounts of cat fur everywhere and on everyone. no one can brush him because he wriggles away like an eel and dramatically grooms his fur out of their reach. so he just sheds everywhere. hes got a thick coat there is so. much. fur.

he keeps sneaking into crime scenes. no one is sure how but they suspect he is hitchhiking in lassiter’s car. no one can prove it tho bc they cant fucking find him. the crazy thing is that he leads them to evidence sometimes like a narcotics detection dog but with completely random items that usually seem nonsensical at first. until they prove otherwise. consistently.

lassie to himself: man this feels just like dealing with spencer’s psychic shit. weird.

GUS FIGURES IT OUT FIRST. not because he saw anything but he just saw a newspaper about this cat solving crime with the cops and he was like “oh my fucking god. it can’t be.” and then he pulled up to the station yoinked said cat and went to an isolated corner to freak the fuck out with it. “shawn what the hell happened” he goes, and shawn meows with feeling

juliet watching gus talk to pineapple the station cat in the corner of the bullpen: ???????

several cops having the all-important conversation of what to label him as. theres no snappy cat version of K9 they can use. K9 is supposed to sound like “canine” but there’s no letter to cover the fel in“feline”

some say F9 and some say L9 and a few say FL9 or just straight up FEL9

BY THE WAY!!!!! “Police cats are becoming an increasingly popular addition to law enforcement teams around the world. These feline officers are being trained to assist their human counterparts in various aspects of police work, from sniffing out drugs and explosives to providing comfort and emotional support to officers on duty” SND ALSO “Because they are uncommon, police cats receive a lot of press. Many show up regularly in media posts. If your local department has a police cat, don’t be surprised if you see stories about them on the news”

police cats are a real thing!! shawn is not an official police cat but he is at this point an unofficial one. on rare occasions he might even listen to an order or two (the station thinks he may have been specially trained by some probably-illegal group or smth, escaped, and decided to imprint on the station) (btw this is an actual issue with some police cats. as independent creatures theyre not as predictable as dogs and might not follow orders, which is an issue in high stakes situations n shit)

[getmeoutofhell]

Hiii please do more slasher house x f! Reader like literally about anything!! Like their thoughts about her smth like that..

What the Horror House thinks of you

part 1

Hannibal & Will:

they think you’re adorable! actually, that might not be a good thing…

hannibal sometimes gives you special treatment when no one is looking. like a shoulder message or something along those lines.

will (will) give you gifts sometimes, which you appreciate to the fullest. this all happens once y’all get comfortable with each other.

Freddy:

he acts like he doesn’t care about you, which to some degree he doesn’t. but once you’re asleep, it’s a whole different story.

you always wake up in a cold sweat, eager to tell someone about what just happened to you. you usually end up telling jennifer or tiffany about it.

Art:

well with art he’s…well art. he’s a bubbly clown that’s also sick in the head, what else is there to it?

if he likes you, which i hope he does. he also is a gift giver, he sometimes has the little girl color you something. it makes you smile, seeing such dangerous men act soft for once. even if it’s for a little bit.

Sinclair brothers:

the brothers don’t stay there, but they visit. so when they do come over it’s really fucking loud. bo is a meanie, and the two others mind their business unless you say something to them first.

they think you’re alright, just don’t be rude or anything like that.

Candyman:

he’s a charming, handsome individual. he’s usually calm as well, and speaks to you in a low tone voice. he finds you very sweet and intelligent. daniel is mostly gone, but when’s he home he’s nice to you.

horror house masterlist!

[makos-ribcage]

Knew. ㅡ ༝ ˚ ｡⋆ 𓇼 ⋆｡ ˚ ༝

[] Silco x Reader. Getting flowers.

𓇼she/her

warning ! mentions of murder.

word count- 1.6k

this is just my coping mecanism bc i never get flowers, also i rlly like silco, i wanna write smth about him that isnt just me coping w my depression

edit: made 70 spelling mistakes, dont write ur fics while playing lol

Its been a while since you’ve been working under Silco’s hand. He hired you to fix certain issue he entrusted a piltie to deal with, but of course, it was a failure.

When you first met him you thought of making fun of him because of trusting a piltie, but you knew better than making fun of your soon to be boss, better yet, The Eye of Zaun.

“I heard you need some help.” Was the first words that came out of your mouth when you suddenly appeared in the middle of the afternoon on The Last Drop, closed, and filled with security. Mediocre security at best, totally useless at worst.

He wasn’t surprised to see you there, he wasn’t dumb. He knew you were coming.

A certain rat around the corners of Zaun. You were everywhere, you knew everything, no one knew how, but he knew you knew.

“Took you long enough.” He pulled two glass cups from under his desk.

You managed to know when any baron needed help, reaching out to you was almost impossible, but you would appear when needed, as if Janna herself would let you know.

People theorized you had people informing you, that you would buy information, whether with money or with other services. But you were just a very good watcher, you were even better when it came to putting information together to come to accurate conclusions.

Of course, buying information also helped a lot, but with money, nothing else.

Once you got hired you did played around of the idea of him trusting a Piltie, watching the wrinkles between his eyes form when he got too stressed was funnier than you would want to admit.

You knew stuff, and he needed someone who knew stuff, someone who knew how to find out about stuff

It was enough proof that you were capable of working for him since you already figured out he needed Jinx sister gone. “She’s been getting close with someone, if something’s done to her, she’ll be gone, at least for a while.” You stated right away, knowing he knew. You sat down at his desk calmly, feeling the old leather stick to the sweat on your legs, making a mental reminder to wear long pants next time you came over.

“Can you do it?” He said firmly after pouring liquor for both of you.

“Can you pay me?” You replied, with a big grin on your face.

You were trustful, that was certainly the best part of your service. You’ve worked with almost every chem-baron out there, you knew stuff very few people knew, and they trusted you wouldn’t tell.

And you wouldn’t, you were hard to catch, easy to let go, but you wouldn’t tempt your luck.

After that you’ve been working under Silco’s hand, he suddenly knew where you lived, which places you were a regular at and your routine. But it was no surprise he was eventually going to figure out all that, if he didn’t know already.

You considered most chem-barons and any figure of power at the uppercity lame. All looks and wouldn’t get anything done. They were dumb and temperamental, making poor decisions whenever something didn’t go like they planned.

But you knew Silco, you knew how much he would plan ahead. You knew that people feared him, and for a good reason. So you respected him.

You would do any kind of jobs. Murdering someone, figuring out more information, delivering certain information to hard to get places, anything that would get you money.

But for the first time in a while, the job stressed you.

Jinx was hard to deal with, hard for Silco, harder for you. You needed Vi far away from her, yet most of the time you couldn’t figure out what would be her next move. And you didn’t want to exchange many words with her, you had a short temper, and she was definitely insane, nothing good could come out of there.

Your work consisted of figuring out Jinx next move, make sure Vi would be nowhere near and try to see if you can make sure she could busy herself with Caitlyn. Dropping around trails without end, making a mess on the upper city, anything to keep Jinx away from Vi.

You weren’t sure why Silco needed her away from her sister, but you weren’t being paid to figure out that, one day you definitely will, but for now it wasn’t your priority.

It’s been months since your first meeting with Silco, even though he’s primarily your boss, you grew up to be genuine friends too.

It was difficult to make good friends in the “industry”, but you had fame of being trustworthy, and you knew if he got to have that much power it wasn’t by snitching. You still feared one day he would just decide to sell you, but you trusted he knew you could do that too.

Not only the trust was there, the chemistry was there too.

You didn’t had anything in common. He would try his best to appear collected all the time, trying to make sure everyone around him was afraid, afraid of what he could do and how he would react. Unpredictable.

You’d try all the opposite. You needed information. You would try to look sympathetic and even miserable if needed. Lie and deceive people so they feel powerful enough to believe you won’t do anything with the information they’re giving to you. Superior enough that they believe you won’t dare to betray them.

But he found amusement when you’d react so differently to situations. He has seen you completely change personalities to pull out information out of people. So he found enjoyment into seeing which parts of your personalities where actually you.

He could easily spot yourself when you were angry. You’d bounce your knee anxiously, you’d pay no attention to what he, or anyone, is saying.

When you were specially happy it was easy to spot you too. Instead of smiling wildly you’d scrunch your nose and cover your mouth with your hand.

On the other hand, you found himself entertaining. You enjoyed watching him reason and jump into conclusions that were always correct. You liked when he would get annoyed at something but he would control himself, knowing that getting too angry about it would be exaggerating.

He would open his mouth as if to say something, close it right away and lean back into his chair, often a lost strand of hair falling in front of his forehead.

You both got used to spending time with each other late at night. While he stopped working,  you started doing your own work. He was used to working during the day while you focused more during the night.

The Last Drop was already closed, you were sitting at the bar, just thinking. Playing with the rim of your now empty cup. You needed to figure out what was Jinx going to do next. To be sure of being there beforehand and make sure Vi or Caitlyn weren’t there.

You could use his help, but he trusted Jinx blindly, and you couldn’t try to reason with him because he would get all angry about anyone doubting Jinx abilities, you learned it the hard way.

You heard the calm and collected steps of Silco becoming present, walking towards you calmly. You didn’t turn around to face him. Your eyes focused on the little notebook you’d use to write down people patterns. Of course you had a few pages dedicated to Silco.

“I think she will do something at the Vander statue… What do you think?” You said calmly. Turning around calmly and meeting with a bouquet of flowers.

They looked exactly like Silco. A mixed of dark red lilies with a few white ones, dark chrysanthemums around the bouquet to fill empty spaces, you could see a few dark branches with white petals that you couldn’t really name.

You stared at the bouquet in confusion. Then raised your eyes to meet with his face, staring him down even more confused.

He looked calm and collected, as always. “It’s your birthday.” He simply stated, remaining still.

You made the first move to stretch your arms towards him and he placed the bouquet in your hands.

It was light. Flowers weren’t a common thing in Zaun and with a closer look you realized some of them were already withering. The petals seemed weak and the leaves having a few black dots around the edges.

You didn’t cared, you never received flowers before, and being a zaunite you knew how difficult they were to get. “You look… Troubled.” He seemed to find a more pleasant word than whatever he wanted to call you first.

“I am.” You said. “W…Why?” You stared at his eyes, still confused.

Now he seemed offended. “It’s your birthday.” He stated once again, as if it was obvious. “It was only proper for me to give you some sort of gift.” He accentuated the last word.

And it made sense. Flowers as a gift suited someone like Silco. Classical, elegant, gentle yet loud enough to make a statement.

But you didn’t remember your birthday at all, you didn’t expect your boss out of all the people to remember, let alone to give you a gift.

It was true you were starting to get a more personal relationship. Long nights drinking next to each other, enjoying each other silence, he would enjoy hearing you talk about your other jobs, you making sure to not provide too much information.

But once again, it suited Silco. He was attentive with details, and you thought that was limited to his job, but it made sense it was just his personality.

You remained silent and he seemed to be losing his patience. “If you don’t want them, you can give them back.” He spoke. You immediately stared at him with a frown.

“No way. I like them.” You answered, he relaxed his shoulders.

He remained silent for a few seconds. “Good to know.” He simply stated.

[gay-dorito-dust]

Hii i’m not sure if you’re taking requests or not but if you areeee

Can you write smth about Ford x reader where they obviously got a crush on each other (but they dont confess they’re shyly dumb) but the crush got bigger bc reader decides to peck Ford on the cheek as a “Thank you” bc he helped them with smth, yanno yanno :33

Ps: I really really love your writing waaa keep up the good work!!

The crush you harbour on Ford and him on you was the least subtle thing ever, everyone could see the way you looked at each other as though the other hung the stars in the sky; you were both smitten kittens but were too scared to admit it for one reason or another.

You didn’t know when exactly you started having a crush on Ford, you merely assumed that was always the case ever since you met the man with the beautiful brown eyes, and you were perfectly content with that but what you weren’t content with was how everyone wanted you to confess.

‘He doesn’t like me like that, I’m not sure he likes anyone within a romantic aspect.’ You’d use as your excuse whenever anyone brings up the fact that you had yet to bear your heart to Ford.

‘Then you haven’t seen the way he looks at you.’ They’d respond and you could only look at them as though they’ve grown a second head. However they spoke the truth as Ford was equally as infatuated with you and would find himself pushing back the work he didn’t think required all his attention, all in favour of spending time with you whether it be star gazing or anomaly hunting.

Ford couldn’t remember the last time he felt light on his feet, head in the clouds and as though he was thirty years younger then he actually was and it was all thanks to you. While he wants to confess he found himself unable to do so when he looked into your eyes and found everything he could ever wish for within them; only to end up speechless as your eyes flickered with multiple emotions at once as he remained stood still as a statue, staring at you with a fondness within his eyes as you spoke random things to fill the silence.

This half attempts to confess -or lack there of an attempt- was enough to annoy the people close to you both as Stanley wants to put his head through a wall, Dipper vowed to himself to never be this bad and Mabel was on the verge of screaming at you both to kiss and get it over with at this point; the slow burn was killing her with how hesitant or chocked up you both become in each others presence.

They just wanted you two to cut the bullshit and start being a couple, solely just to make up for the months they’ve all have to suffer from seeing you both obviously pine for one another.

So currently you and Ford were looking for a so called ‘flying pig that may or may not be waddles parent or ancestor’ as Mabel had said to you both that very morning. So when Ford asked dipper if this was true, you swore you’ve never seen a boy sweat as much as Dipper did when he tried his hardest to convince you both that such a creature exists within the woods; you and Ford shared a look that spoke your unwillingness to believe, before agreeing to go out and look for this flying pig that may or may not be waddles’s ancestor.

‘Even if this flying pig is waddles’s ancestor, wouldn’t waddles also have wings by that logic?’ You asked.

‘Not necessarily my dear as the wings could be a hereditary trait that can skip multiple generations and appear in someone later down the line.’ Ford replied as he pushed up his glasses that were slipping down his nose, ‘however even I have to admit that this flying pig phenomena being real is slim to none despite everything else we’ve encountered here.’ He adds and you couldn’t help but laugh.

‘Then the billboard should read as this: Gravity falls, we’ve got everything to satisfy a diehard supernatural fanatic, just no flying pigs.’ You said in a goofy voice as you playfully nudge Ford in the side as he smiled softly, looking at you and feeling his heart become full; but before he could say anything a demonic squeal echoed throughout the forest causing you both to stop just as the birds stopped chirping.

Ford instinctively stood in front of you protectively as you tried to deduct where the blood curdling squeal came from. ‘What was that?’ You whispered my resting your chin on Ford’s shoulder as he reached for the gun at his hip upon instinct.

‘No clue dearest but I believe we might’ve found our anomaly.’ Ford replied lowly for only you to hear, only for the sound of wings beating filled your ears as a plump silhouette of a winged creature could be seen from a distance. You couldn’t help stop yourself from commenting ‘that could be a thousand things before it could be a flying pig-‘ just before you could finish the sentence the plump silhouette must’ve spotted you as it started flying towards you both at high speed; it was downright frighting.

‘FLYING PIG!’ You screamed the moment the figure got close enough to identify as both yourself and Ford ran began to run away from it as fast as your legs could carry you. ‘And here I thought Mabel had eating too much of that edible glitter and hallucinated.’ You added as Ford quickly took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers as he pulled you with him to hide behind a random tree, pulling you in close to his chest where you could hear his heart against your ear.

The demonic flying pig flew past you and it was them did you notice how massive those wings were for a creature that was of the same size of an average adult pig, but still it was scary to see a pig with teeth as sharp as razors; what was even more scary was the fact that pigs would eat anything and everything. You cuddled up closer to Ford instinctively as he held you close in order to comfort you. ‘It’s okay my dear, it’s gone now.’ He whispered against your head, kissing it as his hands rubbed up and down your back. ‘It must’ve gotten mad that we were within its territory and felt the need to scare us off.’

‘Well consider this officially scared off.’ You muttered against his turtlenecks finding the honest comfort and protection within his scent as you allowed it to invade your senses.

‘We’ll go back home and forget that we were almost flying pig food and watch some movies while drinking hot chocolate. How does that sound my dear?’ Ford asked and before his brain could comprehend what had happened, you had kissed his cheek and Ford felt his cheeks blossom with heat and his eyes widened.

‘That sounds perfect as long as I’m with you to do all of that of course.’ You replied softly as you looked at Ford with a soft, almost pleading expression and Ford felt his resolve crumble to dust as he averts his gaze from you.

‘I would love nothing more my dear.’ He admits and you were quick to clutch his hand in yours and drag him from your hiding place and begin your walk back to the shack, all the while keeping your wits about you in regards to one flying demon pig. ‘Then it’s a date!’ You exclaimed as you could hear Ford choke on nothing behind you, which only made you smile.

You’ll tell Mabel that you didn’t see a flying pig, but got a date out of trying to make up for the disappointment.

[dracoxsworld]

hi, I’ve seen you already have a lot for harry so I hope you don’t mind doing another, also I’ve read like everything (call me obsessed with ur work and I won’t deny it) and it’s so good omg. anyway I was wondering if you could do a soft!dom harry x fem!reader smut (hbp era obv his best) where they are dating but haven’t really done anything more than heated makeouts or sometimes even dry humping or smth but want to go further so harry fingers her for the first time. also reader is a virgin but harry’s not and he’s more experienced so reader is like very shy and insecure and she’s afraid to cum so he praises her to help her relax like “it’s okay love, you can let go” LIKE JUST IMAGINE THAT ITS SO CUTE and he kinda guides her through it? if you do this, thank you!<3

Hi anon!!! This is soooo cute, thank you so much for the idea! I hope you enjoy it :)

WARNINGS: 18+ // I AM NOT RESPONSIBLE FOR YOUR MEDIA CONSUMPTION // SMUT

Heated - Harry P. x Reader - Smut

You were breathing heavily, Harry was too. You were in your dorm room together, it was the night of the Yule Ball. All of your roommates were out drinking, or fucking, whatever. You didn’t care at the moment. It started as a very heated make out after you snuck off from the Ball, and now you were grinding against Harry’s thigh, moaning into his shoulder as he was grinding his groin into you.

Nothing else mattered in this moment. It felt so good, your hands were in his ebony hair, gripping it causing him to moan. His hands were locked in the curve of your back, gripping your tight dress.

“Y/N, fuck, your body is so sexy.” Harry groaned into your neck. You moan to his words; eyes rolling back in your head. “Harry…” You moan. He takes his face out of the crook of your neck and looks at you, his hands tilting your chin to face him. you were a mess already; sweating some of your makeup off, your hair was undone from Harry’s hands grasping it.

“Baby, are you frustrated? Is grinding on my thigh not enough for you?” He asked sweetly. Your face went hot, but he wasn’t wrong. It felt so good, but you were begging for more. You needed more. Shyly, you nodded. Harry smiled lovingly at you. “Do you want to try something new?”

You and Harry had never done anything before–; he wasn’t a virgin, but you were. You weren’t closed off to the idea of sex, but you are the last of your friends to loose your virginity and it made you feel a bit insecure. Not insecure in thinking Harry didn’t want to have sex with you; just that about everyone you knew had experienced it and you had no idea what it was like.

You nodded again, making eye contact with him. “Baby girl, I need words.” He said, moving your hair out of your eyes. “Yes please.” You said softly. Harry’s fingers curled a lock of your hair, his green eyes looked at you with full love; not just lust. He loves you, so much. He treats you like the most delicate flower because to him, you are just that.

“We’re going to try something new, okay? Can you trust me?” He said, his hands moving to your waist so he can shift you so you were sitting in his lap, facing away from him. You were now facing your body length mirror. You nodded, biting your lip, looking at him in the reflection. He nodded in response, unzipping your dress and letting it fall to your ankles. You were left in your bra and panties. Harry took a moment to enjoy the view, his hands roaming your body, stopping at your thighs, gently caressing him with his fingers. This causes you to shiver, and get goosebumps.

Your head lays back against his shoulder, looking up at the ceiling.

“Ah-ah, I want you to watch baby.” Harry demanded. Your eyes immediately shot back to the mirror on instinct to listen to your lover. You squirmed in his lap, his fingers now on the inside of your thighs, slowly going up and down. Your panties were soaked, surely through the fabric now.

“You need to be patient for me, baby.” Harry hummed. “You’re doing so good, I promise I’m going to make you feel so good.”

You moaned, simply by his words, which had made you feel more embarrassed. Harry however, was enjoying watching you melt in his lap. His fingers now were near your heat. “My goodness, you are soaked my love, what a good girl.” He praised.

His index and pointer finger slowly rubbed your clit in circles causing you to throw your head back and moan loudly, heavily breathing. Harry’s breathing started getting heavy too, your body moving against his groin giving him pleasure, along with him watching you tremble simply by his touch.

“Continue to watch, love,” He demanded again, you complied. He pulled your panties off slowly, you could hear your heartbeat as you watched them fall to your ankles, where your dress still was.

His fingers returned again, rubbing your clit slowly and applying the right amount of pressure, slowly and in circles. “Harry..” You moaned. “You’re doing amazing, baby.” Harry said, groaning afterwards. Your pussy was soaking his fingers, that now traveled to your hole. You gasped as he slowly entered them into you, he gave you some time to adjust. “Deep breathes baby, it’ll be comfortable I promise” He cooed, planting kisses on the inside of your neck.

It already felt great; he slowly increased the pace, going harder with each pulse of his fingers, his thumb rubbing your clit at the same time. Your legs were spread apart, holding yourself still on his lap. Your mouth wide open, moaning his name and several curses, begging him to not stop.

Then, you had finally felt a new feeling. It felt like a knot in your stomach; a knot of butterflies. You whined louder, your mouth making the perfect “O” shape. You suddenly got very nervous— even a little scared. You’d never felt this feeling before. Harry seemed to notice your surprising nerves, and aided quickly.

“You’re doing great baby girl, you’re okay,” He had said softly in your ear, planting a few kisses on your earlobe. His delicate words calmed you as the knot in your stomach came closer to exploding. Harry’s fingers were pumping in and out, in and out faster and faster. You felt yourself even get dizzy, your eyes rolled back into your head as you had let go finally; and orgasmed. You sunk your full body weight into Harry, who had exited his fingers from you, wiping his juices on his uniform pants quickly, then brushed your hair out of your eyes again.

You felt your heart pumping out of your chest, you were trying to catch your breath. Harry’s gentle hands were running through your locks, and smiling down at you. His smile was so sweet, sweet like sugar.

“Are you okay, love?” Harry asked in a whisper. You nodded with your eyes closed, you still felt a bit dizzy. He chuckled softly. “Is that something you’d want to do again?”

“Yes please, anytime.” You said, slowly lifting your head up. Harry turned you back around, so your legs were wrapped around his waist and you were facing him. He kissed the tip of your nose, then you lips slowly and passionately. You hummed in the kiss, smiling.

You felt loved.

[porters-fangs]

Speaking of Porter and how he might be uneasy when he starts feeling smth for Treasure,

Maybe that’s why he likes pain (inflicted onto him) during spicy time? 🥺 I might be reading into this too much, but what if pain became a sort of comfort to him because working for William meant a lot of pain (fighting and whatnot), but it meant he was safe and cared for in a way.

So although he liked spicy time with Treasure, it was something relatively new and maybe a bit scary, so he introduces the aspect of pain to bring some familiarity into it? 😭

I’ve been thinking about this all day help

ur slowly becoming one of my faves pookie

he’d never fallen before. never this hard.

catching a stranger’s eye in the club and feeling his skin heat at their sultry gaze, like they wanted to eat him alive - he knew that feeling all too well.

he also knew the nights that followed. full of groaning and sweating and hastily redressing himself as soon as it was over, disappearing into the dark. he never stuck around for long.

but treasure.

god, his treasure. they had him wrapped around their finger, at their beck and call.

he was terrified of it. the knowledge that he would do anything to keep them safe, to make them smile.

when did this thing between them breach the limitations of physical intimacy? when did he start caring - truly caring? enough to stay after the sun had risen. enough to hold them close as they snored softly in his arms. enough to brush his fingertips across their brow, laying kiss after tender kiss to their delicate features.

it was dangerous.

the first time he’d had them, he couldn’t deny that his heart was beating faster than treasure’s. he could smell their anticipation, their want, their need. it made every fibre of his being burn with predatory lust - and something else.

something scarier.

something he didn’t want to acknowledge.

their touch was too gentle as their hands skimmed over his flushed shoulders, their expression too tender, too reverent. something deep inside of him squirmed uneasily.

“hit me.”

they blinked. and then they hit him.

it was weaker than he would’ve liked, clearly inhibited by uncertainty, the fear that they might actually do damage - a concern that was utterly unavailing, thanks to his vampiric constitution - but it was addictive.

pain struck his cheek in a hot flash, shooting down his neck, and he groaned. hips shifting.

perfect. this was what he knew.

teeth in his shoulder. a hand around his throat.

suddenly, he was fighting for his life, for his sanity, and that’s where he felt the most at home. it’s where his king orders him to be, and it’s where he feels useful. under the sharp edge of a blade, adrenaline coursing through his veins like the hum of electricity, he was alive - and he thrived.

they both know treasure couldn’t kill him. and so porter hands everything over to them.

and they don’t disappoint.

[r4fe-cam3ron]

hi! can you please write smth with sam from warfare x fem! reader? they’re best friends but are too dumb to admit that they love each other (she’s also a navy seal) and she takes care of him after he’s injured?

an; hi love! thank you for your request! i sort of changed a bit of it (r is a nurse instead, i hope that’s alright!) i hope this finds you and i hope you’re okay with the changes! w; if you didn’t like the character - sam though ooc, takes place after what happens in the movie, sam is a bit whiny and mean, idiots to lovers really, this sucks because i wrote it in one go </3.

there’s sweat collecting along his forehead even though the the ceiling fan is on and you’re nice enough to even go lower on the unit until the apartment feels as if it’s an ice cube.

his thigh is still throbbing slightly. it’s much better than before when he was getting it tend too, the smell of burnt flesh and hair and blood now gone, but still distant enough to catch a random wave of it when he turns his head every so often.

tommy had come to check on him not to long ago, the sound of teeth chattering made sam slightly embarrassed from how could it truly was in the apartment.

he’s not for sure why he’s been feeling as if he’s been dipped into hot lava and just left there.

you’re kind enough to let him stay. kind enough to care for him even after long shifts at the hospital. even after people had thrown insults and mean remarks your way, acting as if it’s your fault the doctor isn’t hurrying with his break — even if you’ve told him multiple times that people are waiting.

he never listened. which, in turn, made your load heavier and mind spinning until you were home. you keep on the hoodie you’d slipped on, making your way into the guest room, pushing the door open.

“sam, you alright?”

“god, finally,” he moans out, weakly shifting as he lifts. “where were you?”

clenching your jaw, you make your way over and lift up the cover to check the gauze around his stitches. you had to replace them from where he’d itched at them in his sleep, pulling at them in the process.

“work,” you answer, not in the mood for any of his whining that might be getting thrown your way soon. “i’ll fix you some soup.”

you turn and make your way out of the room before he could reply with anything. grabbing a can of chicken noodle soup and a bowl, you dump the soup into the bowl. the smell of it makes you silently gag.

placing it into the microwave, pressing two, you toss the can into the trash and wash your hands as you hear shuffling behind you.

“you said you would try to come home at three. it’s almost ten.”

you stare at the spinning bowl. “keyword; i would try. it’s hard to take off especially when people call out everyday and you get stuck with their job,” you shake your head. “i can’t just drop everything to come check on you and stay here.”

leaning on the counter, his brows pinch together. “but still. you lied.”

clenching your jaw, your fingers tighten around the counter. “sam, i really don’t want to argue—”

“no one said anything about arguing besides you, did they?” his brows lift, eyes wandering around the room as if someone else was in the conversation. “no. just you,”

“you said you’d help me around while im recovering, yet you’re still at work and not—”

“i’m doing the best i can, okay?” your voice raises louder than what you mean for it to, but God, you’re tired. “i expect everyone to breathe down my neck at work and throw insults my way and-and just…just be mean,” you breathe out, eyes burning with the oncoming tears that you were trying to hold in until your head hit the pillow.

“but to come home — my home — and to hear you complain that i’m not doing enough for you, it’s low. you know i can’t just take off when i want too even though i would absolutely love a vacation,” your voice cracks and the microwave beeps. you’re quick on your feet, yanking a drawer open and grabbing a spoon.

opening the microwave, you pull the hot bowl from inside and place it down, more roughly than expected, the sound causing sam to flinch slightly when the handle of the spoon clings against the edge.

“but i can’t when people are unreliable. so, excuse me for not being home at a decent hour for you. excuse me for being tired,” you throw your hands up before they drop down, defeated. sam stares at you, a frown pulling at the corners of his mouth when your tears finally track down your cheek. you wipe them away quickly, walking past him.

“i’m gonna go shower.” he tries reaching out for you, but your arm is quick to jerk away. sam sighs when he hears your bedroom door click shut, turning towards the bowl of soup.

he didn’t mean to snap at you, or sound agitated. he hates even asking you for help when he knows how tired you are and knows how much of a break you actually deserve.

once he eats the soup, he limps slightly towards the sink, washing the small amount of dishes that he knows you were going to wash before going to work in the morning. wiping the water off the counter, he flips off the overhead light, limping his way towards your room.

his knuckles graze against the door, ears straining to listen for any movement behind it. lifting his hand, he goes to knock but the door opens before he could.

he frowns at the sight of you — nose red and stuffy, eyes slightly swollen. and although showers are supposed to be comforting, he doubts the shower you took was anything but that. he sighs softly, lifting a hand to press it against your cheek.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers, thumb wiping away a stray tear. “i’m sorry for being short with you and acting as if what you do isn’t important. you deserve a break and i’m only putting a heavier load on you.”

shaking your head, you force a smile, chin quivering slightly. “it’s fine. you shouldn’t be standing.”

“don’t worry about me. not right now,” he shakes his head. his brown eyes are soft as they trace along your face, the pad of his thumb close to the corner of your mouth. his eyes glance over your shoulder, into your room, before looking at you once more. “is it okay if i sleep in here tonight?”

his voice is soft, light, sweet as sugar when he asks and you melt. nodding, your hand wraps around his wrist, pressing your lips to the inside of his wrist before helping him inside.

he hums softly when you lie next to him, rolling onto his side to face you. the lights are off, but he can somehow still make out the shape of your face.

lifting a hand, his fingers softly tuck some hair behind your ear again. “im sorry again. i shouldn’t have said that,” he whispers. “you’re doing a good job — juggling a work load, plus me, and then your needs. i’m proud of you.”

it’s silent, but he hears the small catch in your throat when the words leave his mouth. his hand slides across your shoulder, pulling you closer as his other hand drops to your hair.

he says nothing as you cry — just feels the tears soaking through the shirt he has on, and feels the shaking of your shoulders.

his lips press to your forehead, eyes slowly closing. you needed this.

your cries soften into soft sniffles, head pulling out from the comfort of his touch, his hand cradling your jaw as he swipes his thumb across your cheek.

“i love you.” he whispers.

“i love you, too, sam,” you whisper, lips pressing a kiss to the corner of his mouth, nose nudging against his as your forehead presses against his. “so much.”

he smiles softly, nodding. “get some rest.”

nodding, you move closer, eyes slowly closing as fingers run through your hair, the vibrations of his humming against your cheek lulling you to sleep.

[things-that-weevils-do]

ive been turning these 2 around in my mind so so much lately... id like to share why i like them, so ill do so under cut :)

what draws them together? both of their traumas are part of them. neither of them are going to 'get better' in the expected way. they can learn to cope with their struggles, possibly get medications to help with that, but that's it. theyre similar in many things ('their trauma isnt leaving', both are suicidal "feeling suicidal/i wish i wasnt alive" "i should actually just die id be doing everyone a favor LOL"), neither like who they are as people "all the pretty girls make me not wanna be me" "do u know what thats like? being someone you wouldnt want to know?") and both of their songs are about their relationships with other people, even if its not the main theme

weevildoing said this about disposable girl. with chemical girl, its more obvious

this gives them both a deeper understanding of each other !! even though their traumas are still different, theyve got this similarity. they could talk about that, relate to each other, etc...

another thing that draws them together: their interests, id say! she was a skater girl she was a fitness girl, can i make it any more obvious... most of their hobbies arent the exact same, but they are at least in a similar vein id say - anime and gundam, skating and fitness, rap and megan thee stallion. they could easily enjoy each other's interest, i think!:)

what stands in the way? misunderstanding and miscommunication. i think that (when theyre first getting to know each other, at least) disposable wouldnt stand up for herself/tell chemical when shes uncomfortable/when chemical says something that upsets her ("being mistreated would at least mean im real" "that at least means youre someone that they wanna be around"). she'd feel like voicing these things would cost her her and chemical's relationship. i also feel like she wouldnt see this as something worth communicating, possibly

thatd be a problem in all relationships ofc, but itd upset chemical girl especially. she has a hard time forming relationships ("i wouldnt want to be around me either. do u know what thats like? being someone you wouldnt want to know?"). she pushes others away so that she cant hurt them ("theres no point in getting close, leave me alone"). i think that if she and disposable got close, and she found out that it isnt communicating its feelings, shed be upset !! yknow ?? thinking that youve finally found a friend that likes you as you are, when in reality ur just hurting them with everything that you say... getting close to someone for the first time in forever, opening up, just to find that out would probs frustrate her

have an example of smth that i think that would happen when theyre first getting to know each other

i think they'd communicate this eventually tho:) yay yippee! im communication and im understanding🏳️‍🌈the girlfriends

what are their good traits? they want to be there for each other, to help each other grow, to understand one another!! like in "what draws them together?", they understand each other more than the average person. they could help each other accept this - like, its easier to accept people for things that you beat yourself up about, yknow? were more strict with ourselves than other people, its easier to deem someone else as deserving of love than yourself, etc etc... since theyre similar in many things, they could learn to love themselves while they start to love each other !! i hope that makes sense..

them sharing hobbies would be SOOO so cute!!! chemical teaching disposable fitness so that she has an outlet for her frustration, disposable teaching chemical how to skate... chemical showing it gundam, her figurine collection, disposable showing her anime, them listening to rap together.... it would be so cute !!!!! i think disposable would enjoy fitness, but would be embarassed by being bad at it/being slow/sweating a lot/etc. chemical would be cheering her on, proud of her for the smallest improvements... likewise, i think chemical would suck at skating. steps on the skateboard and it explodes. u know how it is

what makes them hopeless at romance? ARGHHH "what to do, when everybody that ive loved has only up and left me?" "im alwasy left out of everything" "nobody fuckinf wants me" vs "theres no point in getting close, leave me alone" "i dont think you should come by my place tonight" "nobody can keep up with me"... need i say more...

i think they should latch onto each other like leeches and never let go

thank you if youve read this far:) theyre so everything to me !!!! theyre sooo... god... shaking them!!!! arghrrrr!!! chemwaste!!! save me chemwaste!!!

(both of these poses are from mellon_soup)

[ckret2]

i’m admittedly obsessed with music/have music as a special interest so this question has been on my mind for quite some time now - if Bill (from your goldilocks fanfic) were to listen to any music, or have any particular music taste, what would it be? Any particular songs in mind that he likes? ( <—totally not looking for more/new songs to listen to hahahahaha…sweats)

half of me thinks he’d like 40s/50’s/60’s music (thanks to the vera lynn reference in the fic, but also bc he sings it in-show), but the other half of me wants him to like musicals (heathers, in particular) - i can’t explain why lol

alternatively, if you’ve answered smth like this already, i’d love to know what songs you enjoy/listen to!

Have a post about his tastes and a hideous-sounding playlist! And it even held up in the face of TBOB.

The only difference in my headcanons is that I said the peak of his his tastes centers on the 60s and I subsequently found an interview where Alex confirms Bill's tastes do indeed range from about 40s~60s; but I just got out of another fandom where everyone headcanoned a character is into 40s music ranging into the 50s and I'm pretty burnt out on The Most Popular 40s Jazz That Everybody And Their Grandma Knows so I still personally prefer to focus on the 60s for him lmao.

In fic he makes a reference to a band called Mysterious Mo's Average Joes; I imagine them as an in universe equivalent to Question Mark & the Mysterians, except more obscure.

Specific to my headcanoned music tastes of Bill from my fic rather than just Bill in general: coming in his tastes are all the same, but hanging around Mabel has given him an expanded palate for boy band music and kids music, although on the boy band front he prefers dance-y songs over ballad-y songs and on the kids music front he has to steer through a minefield of cheaply-produced 80s cartoons that use synthesized music to save cost on an orchestra.

So far, nothing else has happened to change his tastes.

Although eventually Robbie's introducing him to emo.

I listen to too much music for the question "what songs do you listen to," it's like asking "what words do you use" lmao, lemme look at my recent activity. Lately I've been getting into She Hates Emotion and the new albums by Zeal & Ardor and Fleshgod Apocalypse; I've been slacking in my metal education on learning the difference between black metal and death metal (I usually focus on symphonic metal & neighboring genres) so I'm looping back to the basics to learn more there; big fan of Saltatio Mortis's new album; I've been listening to the deeper cuts & newer material of mainstream early 00s alt rock & nu metal bands (Shinedown, Stone Sour, Staind) to see what I've been missing out on beyond their radio hits; and in general the past few months I've been trawling through playlists of classic 80s goth, dark wave, synth pop, & aggrotech to expand my library there. Very excited for the new Linkin Park lineup, love their new vocalist so far and it's heartening to see them releasing new material. Not so excited by the new Nightwish album, it has the nightwish sound but not the spark. This isn't even an accurate representation of my full musical tastes, I've just been really into metal recently. Current favorite bands of the last few years are Alt-J and Ghost. I listed some of my favorite albums on this post. It's too bad you can't just link your Spotify liked songs without sticking them all in a separate playlist—oh hold on I have a songs I can sing playlist, it's perpetually incomplete on top of being 3-4 years out of date but it's a starting point.

[artdcnaldson]

thinking about how differently art & patrick would react to you “accidentally” sending them nudes…

art being shy & blushing when you bring it up the next day & promising you he deleted it when in reality he jerked off to it twice & has no intention of ever deleting it

patrick being smug & cocky & texting back like “nice ass” or some kind of compliment that’ll make you blush. & when you text back like “omg sorry wrong number!!” he’d be like “are you sure?”

(also could i be 🎬 anon? i love your work so much!!)

Hiiii ofc you can <3

BUT YEAH <3 pervy art like “oh i deleted it dw!!” Meanwhile he beat his dick RAW to the sight of your pretty tits and pussy :(( he can hardly look at you know that he knows what your pussy looks like, he’s all blushy and his cock is tenting his sweats so he keeps having to adjust himself so you don’t notice (you do!) and if you ‘accidentally’ send him another one that night…. Well!

BUT PATRICK!!!

he truly dgaf he watches the video of you doing a titty drop or smth and he texts back “im so fucking hard rn” and a dick pic <3 and you try to act affronted, bc it’s fun to play as if you don’t want him badly enough to stage all of this. So you just reply “gross, Patrick,” and tell him it was for someone else. And he texts back “doubt it. bet ur wet rn” And it evolves into you two sending more pics and fully sexting before the night is over. <3

NEED THAT!!!!!

[akutasoda]

Hi pookie <33 Did you drink water or have any food today? if not please go do so and then read my req, health is important <33 Okay so for my req, I would like hcs and/or scenarios w ranpo, chuuya, sigma, and anyone else you want, with a reader who felt very hot and uncomfortable at night due to hot weather, and thus decided to sleep w/o a shirt, and obvi wearing pants and all that but instead of a shirt she's just wearing smth like a sports bra.

So basically, the reader's s/o gets all flustered and uncomfortable and shy and stuff and ask for permission to do normal stuff like "is it okay for me to hug you?" and "are you sure you're comfortable sleeping w/ me?" I feel like it would be so adorable asjkdaskjdksadj. (Also the reasoning behind this very specific, I was feeling rlly hot one day at night so i took off my hoodie and slept like that, and my mind went "hmm...this could be a great prompt" so yeah ;-;) I also would not like any nsfw content ig bc it makes me super uncomfortable, i live for fluff <33 You don't need to take this req if you don't want to, I hope you're doing well and wish a lovely night/day to you <33 stay safe <33

i can stay, if you want?

synopsis - after particular warm nights, you decide to shed some clothing - how do they react?

includes - ranpo, chuuya, sigma

warnings - gn!reader, fluff, slight crack, reader is gn but mentions bra once, reader is mentioned to be shirtless, wc - 855

a/n: hi! health is important! i have had food and water and if you're reading this make sure you have aswell! stay safe yourself <3

ranpo edogawa ★↷

the agencies accomodations weren't exactly a five star hotel but no one complained as they did there purpose. but the most common problem for them was the heat - they weren't exactly well ventilated. most often had to purchase their own or put in a request but not ranpo.

ranpo cared little for the heat. while he disliked it, it didn't bother him that much. but when you began sharing with him it became noticeably warmer inside the small rooms.

and when one particular night became rather humid it affected the both of you. the shared futon was stripped of most bedding and even that didn't really help seeing as ranpo was very clingy. he always said that he couldn't get to sleep if he wasn't cuddling you or you were cuddling him. even if ypu were sweating.

so the solution you came up with was taking of a few layers. temporarily ripping ranpo off you to take off your shirt. ranpo didn't really clock back on until you layed back down next to him. and when he realised his face exploded into red, he was glad it was so dark.

while you weren't exactly naked as you had pants on and a bra should you wear one, but it made him slightly unsure wether he could still hug you. you noticed this hesitation and simply laughed at him saying something along the lines off 'its still fine if you want to cuddle' and that's all he needed.

he quickly got over his flustered state and snuggled back into you. he still was slightly embarrassed in the morning but very quickly learned not to be so embarrassed.

chuuya nakahara ★↷

when you first moved into chuuya's residence you were quite impressed. you were well aware that he made quite the pretty penny but this really hammered the idea home. literally. so it was no surprise that durong warmer day's and night's the rooms were quite well ventillated.

chuuya wasn't the fan of heat. while he wouldn't be picky and most the time didn't mind, sometimes the heat made him sweat a bit too much and he started getting that uncomfortable crawling feeling. but he still never prefered it.

but nothing could prepare either of you for some really warm nights. and there wasn't much else to do about it. even when all duvets and extra blankets were discarded it still felt uncomfortablly warm for you. so while you were getting ready for bed you decided you could do without the top.

you didn't think much about it as you still had most clothes on but the minute you stepped into the shared bedroom you didn't anticipate chuuya's reaction. and you didn't notice. mainly because even though his face was flushed with red he didn't say anything.

he felt as if he couldn't and he didn't even notice himself become hesitant to cuddle you, not until you asked if something was wrong. he simply coughed out a 'are you sure your still comfortable with that?'. you giggled to yourself before saying a simple 'of course'.

while he wasn't entirely comfortable yet, he did really want to hug you. so he did and very soon he got over it and if you continued to do this everytime it got too warm, he would always ask first.

sigma ★↷

he always was so hesitant about every little detail of your relationship. he wanted it all to be absolutely perfect and you had to keep reminding him that as sweet as that was it's not always obtainable. so moving in together was planned to an absolute T.

even when you proposed sleeping in the same room was enough for him to panic. he wanted to, but he was scared to rush things even if you proposed the idea. but you two eventually got there even if he was very flustered at first.

sigma was never one for heat. it made him uncomfortable and while one of the first things he ever saw was a desert, he still disliked it. so the warmer the nights got the more hesitant he was too sleep in the same room seeing as the heat that radiated of both of you could be suffocating.

yet you never minded, perhaps you both settled for a fan or rid the room of any duvets or blankets but eventually you convinced him it was alright. but ot was still overbearing for you.

so much so that you weren't even thinking when you sat up and peeled off your top layer. the action woke sigma and he had to double take to properly register the fact you were indeed now shirtless. if he wasn't embarrassed before, he was now.

he immediately scooted over scared he might cross a boundary like this. and when you asked him what's wrong he responded with 'are you sure your still comfortable hugging me?'. you smiled to yourself and told him 'of course'.

though he was still hesitant and his faced remained red, he continued as before. and even when he woke in the morning before you he got reminded of the situation and got very embarrassed very quickly again.