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palegalefnafverse · 2 years
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Gettin a 'pizza the action' of ya know what I mean! Been lovin Stupes new song, so I drew their bird character :D
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hiraya-sa-dilim · 11 months
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my bestie who oh so innocently gushed ab being in a cannes film by 30 back in freshman year
is now in a fucking cannes film at 24
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fandom · 4 months
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Top 23 of 2023
Have you been aching to get your hot little hands on 52 weeks of data around original posts, likes, reblogs, and searches, all weighted and ranked and tied up into categories with a nice little bow on top? Well, today’s your day! It should come as no surprise that Artists on Tumblr reign supreme: from stunning traditional art, jaw-dropping digital art, fanart, sculptures, textile art—you name it, basically—this year’s list shows that Tumblr truly is the home for art and artists. Thank you, Artists on Tumblr, for enriching our dashboards day after day. 
Rounding out the top three, we have two iconic shows: Good Omens is live-action, and The Owl House is animated, but both have a heck of a love story at their core. The second season of Good Omens blessed us with not one but two ineffably exquisite ships, while the final season of The Owl House broke and then healed fans’ hearts in equal measure. Thanks, @danaterrace! Actually, come to think of it, the Good Omens finale kinda did the same in reverse. Thanks to you, too, @neil-gaiman! We can’t wait for season 3. 
Speaking of heartbreak and healing, Our Flag Means Death’s second season offered both in droves. The entire cast gave stellar performances, and fans couldn’t have been happier to see the kinds of representation the show displayed. Last year’s #1 topic, Stranger Things, may have dropped a bit, but trust us, you wouldn’t know it from the amount of meta, fanart, and fics in the tag. And did you hear about the live-action adaptations of both The Last of Us and One Piece? They were a preeeetty big deal this year, too. Check ‘em out if you haven’t yet (lol, of course you have). And we’d be remiss not to mention the hugely dedicated fans, fanartists, and fic writers devoting their time to all things Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. Y’all deserve a little pizza, as a treat.
2023 was also a year for blockbuster movies, which of course hasn’t escaped anybody’s notice here on Tumblr. Barbie smashed box offices worldwide and left us reeling with every re-watch. How can one describe Greta Gerwig’s pink-filled opus? It certainly is one of the movies of all time. Meanwhile, with its incredible animation and soundtrack, Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse introduced us to a whole new multiverse of Spider-People, opening the portal to a veritable flood of incredible OCs. And then, of course, we got a fresh perspective on an old classic when cinephiles introduced Martin Scorscese’s cinematic masterpiece, Goncharov (1973), to a new generation of film aficionados who resoundingly agree that it is, in fact, the greatest mafia movie ever made. We’re so glad this underrated film finally got the acclaim it has long deserved.
In the realms of gaming and tech, the long-anticipated Baldur’s Gate 3 has basically become everyone’s new favorite D&D/dating sim combination. Of course, the Pokémon franchise, games, shows, and Hatsune Miku collabs remain perennial favorites. Elon Musk’s purchase of Twitter, sorry, we mean of course X, made waves across the internet. Similarly, the Reddit blackout drove Redditors to new venues, and Tumblr users welcomed the folks from r/196 with open arms—we’re huge fans of your memes, y’all, and you fit right in. Welcome, we’re glad you enjoy the chaos. Here’s a fun fact: if we included post metadata in Year in Review rankings, #polls, introduced in January of 2023, would have been the #5 topic on Tumblr this year. Phenomenal. 
And, oh right. Taylor Swift had kind of a big year, what with the albums, the epic global tour, and the movie and stuff. Fantastic work, @taylorswift, the Swifties on Tumblr thank you for everything.
This is Tumblr’s Year in Review.
Artists on Tumblr
Good Omens
The Owl House
Barbie
Pokémon
Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse
Critical Role
Goncharov
Taylor Swift
Genshin Impact
Stranger Things
The Last of Us
Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles
Elon Musk
196
Star Wars
Our Flag Means Death
Crowley | Good Omens
LGBTQ
Cottagecore
Baldur's Gate 3
One Piece
Aziraphale | Good Omens
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cultrise · 7 months
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nsfw ahead !
thinking about unexpectedly edging hobie <3
hobie who did so well on his concert that night you wanted to congratulate him and show him how good he was on stage. so the minute you get home, the second the door is locked, you’re jumping him.
and he’s surprised at first, not anticipating the shift in energy. but as he feels you jump up, legs wrapped around his waist he just chuckles, big palms supporting your ass as he carries you to the bedroom. your tongues are moving in sync and your breaths are becoming more rapid as your back touches the mattress.
hobie doesn’t waste any time, his left hand reaching down to swiftly unbutton your jeans and slide them off your legs, throwing them on the other side of the room “didn’ know y’needed me s’much” he says between kisses, making you pull away and look at him.
“need to give you a reward for that performance. that isn’t beers and pizza” you grin at the mention of his bandmates’ little after party. hobie smiles, body relaxing as you push him off of you and straddle him instead, making him rest his body weight on his elbows.
your hand slides his shirt up, revealing his beautiful and lean body, nipple piercings glistening in the light as he stares up at you, lips parted and eyes glistening with need. you could already feel him against your thigh, cock throbbing and begging to be released. his shirt joins your jeans, starting to form a pile of clothes on the wooden floor.
your eyes dart over his frame, stopping at the band of his boxers, happy trail peeking out slightly and seemingly inviting you to place kisses along it “you gonna keep starin’? cock’s not gonna suck i’self” hobie smirks as you roll your eyes, an amused grin on your face “i’m aware, but i always have a hard time getting your belts off” you pout as you place a wanting kiss to his plump lips.
“i can help with that” he whispers against your mouth, eyes briefly scanning yours as he quickly takes the belts off and throws them fuck knows where. your hands fiddle with his fly as you bite down on your lip, cunt pulsating against the wet fabric of your panties “atta girl” hobie murmurs as his eyes trickle from your face to your cleavage. he was fighting such a nasty urge to not rip your shirt apart then and there — after all, the shirt you were wearing was still his.
and next thing he knows, you’re in front of the bed and on your knees, pulling his pants down as his dick springs out from his boxers, tip leaking with precum. you watch him like a hawk, studying it like you hadn’t sucked him off countless times before, like you didn’t know everything about his body. you mouth begins to water.
your fingers wrap at the base of his dick, eyes locked on it as hobie draws a sharp breath. he had been so busy with preparing for that concert that he hadn’t even realised how much he missed you. his fingers play with the material of the sheets under him, gripping them slightly “you want me that bad, hobie?” you ask, a mischievous smile plastered on your face as you watch his hands.
his face contorts into a scowl as you look up at him, batting your eyelashes. you knew damn fucking well what effect you had on him “when you look at me like tha’? ‘d be stupid not to, babe” he admits as you chuckle, lowering your head and pressing a wet and audible smooch to his fat tip. the action immediately sends hobie into a fit, hissing in response. god, can you cut the bullshit and just suck him off already??
and thank god for the weird couple telepathy you two shared because you immediately wrap your pretty lips around his cock, sucking on the top with a loud smack before licking him up and down. hobie’s breath hitches, mind starting to go blank as he looks at the ceiling. you were killing him. your hand starts to synchronise with your mouth as you expertly use them for his pleasure, making hobie start repeating broken curse words.
and since you knew his body so well that also meant you knew just what sounds he made and what his bodily reaction was when he was close. so when he was, you pulled away. hobie looks at you confused, eyebrows furrowed as sweat starts to gather on his forehead “why’d y’stop?” you smile innocently, placing your chin on his thigh as your finger glides on his length “just wanted to make sure you were enjoying yourself”
he smiles, gesturing you to raise yourself up to his level before kissing you, tongue swirling into your mouth and collecting the taste “you know i am” he reassures, making you smile. he had no idea what he had coming. you go back to your original position, hand starting to rub him as you turned your attention to his skin. it just looked so.. empty? good to know you were able to change that.
hobie’s words get caught into his throat as you start biting into the skin of his thighs, tracing kisses right on the points you knew turned him on the most and leaving lipstick stains behind. precum dripped on your fingers as you sloppily moved your hand on his length, making him ball his fists “shit, doll… right ‘ere” he groans as you lick his base. he throws his head back, adam’s apple bobbing as he gasps for air.
you slow your hand down, leveling his neck as you start marking him up, hisses and little whines escaping his lips “fuck.. what are you doin’?” hobie looks at you with half lidded eyes as you smiles against him “just pleasing my man” he lets out a desperate chuckle “yeah? seems like you’re doin’ the opposite. you tryina’ edge me?”
you innocently look up at him, thumb grazing his sensitive slit “maybe” you smile as you watch your boyfriend’s face. his eyelids drop, his mouth comes agape and he breathes out a moan, lips quivering “fuck me…” hobie manages to say as you giggle, dropping down on your knees again.
you repeat the same procedure a few times over. slowing your hand down, raising your head to talk to him, kissing his swollen lips as your thumb rubs circles on his throbbing tip & leaking slit, making him shiver… hobie couldn’t take it anymore.
he was moaning, whining, begging for you to let him cum. you pouted as you rested your mouth above his dick “already? you make me go through so many orgasms, telling me i can take it while you sit here and whine?” hobie shakes his head, beads of sweat running down the sides of his beautiful face “thas’ different… please, doll.. need you so much..”
you drag a finger over his sweaty temple, smoothing out his edges “fine” you finally say as you put him in your mouth again. your fist is pumping him, your mouth is embracing his aching cock as your tongue stops to his tip to lick it from side to side. he’s so gone at this point he’s just rambling something so unintelligible he can’t even understand it.
all hobie knows is that he’s seeing stars and that he’s so thankful for the way his eyes are pushing to the back of his skull because he knew damn well that if he looked at you he was immediately cumming. however, considering that you had him edged and whining to orgasm for the last 20 minutes, it was going to happen nontheless.
and this time, he couldn’t even verbally announce it as he suddenly came loads into your mouth. his body shook all over, groans erupting form in-between his lips as you hummed, tasting him. you licked your fingers clean as cum dripped on the side of his dick, some even getting on his lower abdomen. he listened to the sinful pops! your mouth made as you sucked on your digits, waiting for him to say something.
but it wasn’t enough.. hobie was still hard as a rock and so needy he could very well explode. he raised his torso up, looking down at you as you smiled at him. you enjoyed the way his face looked in that moment way too much: eyes coated with desire, eyelids half closed, forehead glistening with sweat and lips plump and swollen.
“ ‘s not enough” he chokes out, staring at you like he’s drunk “oh? didn’t i do a good job?” you lean your head to the side as he closes his eyes. he can’t even think. his brain is too fuzzy “no.. you did.. i just…” and you can’t help but notice how his hand reaches for his cock and starts moving in lazy strokes. you smile, resting your hand to his knee and looking up at him “need any help, handsome?”
he grins at your teasing “just sit ‘ere ‘n look pretty.. fuck, ‘m gonna bust” hobie says as his hand picks up its pace. and in no time he’s rutting his hips up, fucking his own hand as he looks down at you. and oh god, he looks so fucking beautiful from that angle. looks so godly as he rubs himself over your face, chasing his release. looks so fucking perfect as he imagines himself staining your lips with his cum…
you start rubbing your thighs together in anticipation. you knew hobie was absolutely obsessed with you, but not like this. it was turning you on so badly it felt like you were the one being edged now “shit, luv… lookin’ s’pretty f’me” hobie moans as he slurs his words, his cockney accent getting thicker with each word. he was so close. so close.
“gonna cum.. shitshitshit” he groans as he rubs himself even faster, dragging a calloused finger across his tip and sighing in pleasure “cum for me, hobie..” you whisper as your eyes stay glued to his face, analysing his expression. and soon he’s shooting out blanks of thick white cum, covering your tongue with his juices.
he drops on the bed, panting heavily as his chest falls and rises rhythmically. you raise yourself up once more, straddling his marked thighs as you lean onto his chest, shirt-covered tits pressing against him “that good?” you smile as you wipe his sweat away again. you earn a sleepy smile in response, his eyes opening up a little so he can look at you “amazing. c’mere” and he’s dragging you into a thankful kiss, fingers playing with your hair as you dig your nails into the nape of his neck.
but the moment you decide to praise him for how well he behaved — a rare sight, really — you feel his ringed index pull your panties down “you don’t need to” you say after pulling away from the kiss. he played guitar on a hot stage for 2 hours straight and then got edged by you so hard he came twice in the span of 10 minutes. he needed to rest “i know. i want to” he says as he moves you closer by your hips, making sure to drag your cunt across his thigh. you moan into his mouth as he pulls away again, placing a small kiss to the corner of your mouth.
“well… who am i to resist your pleading?” you smile as hobie rolls his eyes, twisting and shoving you under him “shut up” he retorts. you both laugh as his hands make their way between your plushy thighs. he wanted to show you just how thankful he was for your services <3
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luveline · 5 months
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hi jadeee!!! :D i read the fic abt poly!marauders with depressed reader and i was wondering if you could do one with aaron? for example r having trouble getting out of bed or doing small tasks and her mental health getting bad again, i don’t know if its just me but i rarely find these kind of fics <3
hi gorgeous i hope this is ok! fem, 1k
“How are you feeling?” Aaron asks, patting his face dry with a towel. 
You rub sleep from your eyes, catching Aaron's eyes in the mirror over his broad shoulders. You offer him a tired sort of smile.
“Come here,” he says. 
You do as he says. Aaron's getting dressed for work, and it's miraculous to have you up and out of bed before him considering how depressed you've been lately. Your abdomen presses to his.
“What are you going to do today?” he asks, wetting a washcloth in the sink. He feels the temperature of the water for a few seconds. 
“Um…” You close your eyes in preparation. “I have to shower. And I want to… make you dinner. So I'll do that.” He brings the washcloth to your face and rubs at your skin gently, little rivers of warm water creeping down your face and neck. “Is my appointment today?” 
“No, sweetheart. It's not until Tuesday.” He cleans your nose, your sleep-crusted lashes. “Why not have a bath? That way you can sit. You could bring your laptop in here and watch a movie.” 
“That…” You run out of steam as he wipes the last stretch of your cheek gently. 
If you can't manage a shower today, Aaron will help when he comes home. He never makes it seem like an obstacle or an imposition to help you through these things, treating it like any other hour of time spent together. “Dinner would be nice. But make sure you set the timer if you use the oven. I'll worry.” 
“Yeah.” 
He passes you your toothbrush and toothpaste. You squeeze it out onto the bristles as he sets about neatening your hair for the day, fingertips gentle on the soft skin of your hairline. You force the toothbrush into your mouth and start out slowly. You feel a disconnect between you and your actions, his touch the only tether, and every brush takes effort you don't have. 
“I didn't say good morning,” he says apologetically, rubbing your shoulders with some loving roughness. “How did you sleep?” 
Sleep is a big blob you don't have words for. “Good morning,” you say through toothpaste, leaning your face into his arm. 
He kisses whatever bit of your face he can reach. “Good morning.” 
“Sorry if I'm dirty.” 
“You aren't honey, you're fine. We just need to keep on top of it.” 
He pulls away to let you finish your half job, offering you a floss pick that you take on automatic but can't force yourself to use. It stays in your hand all the way to the breakfast table, where you get served sliced fruits and toast with chocolate spread. It's the kind with lots of calories, to keep you going if you can't manage your own lunch. Aaron makes you lunch most of the time if you can't do it yourself and leaves it in a tupperware in the fridge, but actually getting up to reheat it is another thing. You usually do it if your stomach aches but not otherwise. Already, you're wanting to go back to bed. Another day of letting him down. 
He gives you your medication divider, sipping at his own mug of coffee. “Jack's coming back tonight. Are you excited?” 
“So excited,” you say honestly. “Did he have a good time at, uh, Mason's?” 
“I think so. They went to Pizza Hut buffet. He said we have to go for his birthday.” He smiles at you from over the lip of his mug, eyes all manner of tender. “He asked if you're still sleeping.” 
“Don't let him worry about me,” you say, half-pleading. 
“No, I won't. You know I won't. He's just noticed you're not feeling your best, but it's not a bad thing. He wants to tuck you in.” 
“He said that?” 
Aaron nods with a smile. “He misses you when he doesn't see you.” 
“I miss him… I'm sorry. About all of this. I really…” You look down at your hands. Toast crumbs cling to your fingers, little white ants that catch hold when you attempt to shake them off. You wipe them in your pants. “I promise I'm trying.” 
He rounds the table. Takes your face into his hand, but doesn't force your head up. “That's not in question,” he says in his dulcet tone. “We want you to feel as good as you can. It doesn't matter how long it takes.” 
“I just want to be better.” I just want this feeling to be over. 
He hums into himself, his big hand a warm, steady thing where it covers your cheek. He's so solid. 
“Listen,” he says, bending to meet your eye. “Today, I only want you to do three things. Do you think you can do that? If you can't, I won't be mad, but I want you to try.” 
“Okay.” 
“Firstly, what you said about dinner? That sounds nice. Being active is good for you.” He measures your reaction. You've schooled your features into a determined seriousness that makes him smile. “Alright. Secondly, you take that nice long bath.” 
Your seriousness falters. “Sorry.” 
“No, no, don't be. It's not like that, sweetheart, I just want you to stay healthy, and to feel good about yourself. That's why I need you to eat lunch too.” 
“Is that the third thing?” 
“No, the third thing is to give me a kiss because I'm about to be late for work.” 
You tip your head up and he kisses you sweetly as always. You let him fawn and fret for a few minutes before he really has to leave, and then it's your fault he's late, calling him back in for a last hug. To be fair to you, it's a hug you really, really need. 
“Call me if you need to,” he says, his cheek against your temple. “I'll come home. I promise.” 
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soapoet · 5 months
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How they'll confess their feelings
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01.
Shufflemancy: Hands to myself by Selena Gomez
This energy is very open and inviting. Your person is quite bold, and when they know what they want they show persistence, and adapt quickly to changing winds. They are not fazed by much and can weather any storm. They have a bit of a "won't take no for an answer" type of energy to them, but not the toxic kind. They may appear to you as somebody who doesn't take things seriously, or perhaps they are so direct in their affections and intentions you simply take it as something said in jest rather than the honest truth of their heart, something they'd say to just about anybody and therefore not for you to give much merit. They don't take themselves too seriously and have a very uplifting and lighthearted presence, which can so easily be assumed to go hand in hand with non-committal or even player tendencies. In reality, they simply enjoy keeping things light to assure those around them are having a good time and don't sweat the small things, which very well may stem from a childhood in which they served as a mediator or created distractions during rough times, aiming to always find silver lining to avoid dread and loss of hope in their loved ones. They are nurturing and protective by nature and do, in fact, know when to put their serious face on, and then they surprise all with their dependability and their ability to persevere, always coming out of things unscathed and even striving.
Their confession is direct, but places the ball in your court. They are good at marketing themselves and would make a great salesman by their persistence alone. They are confident, but not cocky, though they play on a little bit of arrogance for entertainment value. I'm hearing things such as "you're going to have to eat today anyway, so might as well get fancy with it", which holds that essence of boldness and persistence that I am picking up on so strongly. They show through actions what they have to offer, and whilst they will take a serious rejection, they're playfully pushy in this way where they don't expect anything other than the chance to treat you to a little something like a dinner and that way show you what they're made of. They certainly appreciate and enjoy a little game of cat and mouse to start with, so any initial reluctance from you that is less like rejection and more like a challenge for them to prove themselves to you is not only welcome but encouraged. They're somewhat traditional, but treat you like an equal. A major goal to them is to allow you to have a good time and not worry about things in their presence. There is a lot of laughter involved here as well, and you'll find yourself charmed by them effortlessly. It may be hard to actually pinpoint where exactly a confession occurred because their pursuit of you is ever-present from the start.
Additional details: new phone, swimming pools, wine, get togethers, stocks, business, airplanes, real estate, steak, gyms, football, wrestling, DJs, white sneakers, movie theatre, necklaces, bouquets, big family, cars/opening car doors, shopping, pranks, instagram, nail salons, entrepreneurship, beaches, pizza, Amazon, cruises, leisure, stand-up comedy, concerts, high-end brands, red, B/D/T/K/J, Libra/Gemini/Cancer/Leo.
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Shufflemancy: There till the end by JERUB
Quite jittery, restless energy. Your person is overcome with emotions leading up to this occasion, and the various scenarios they play out in their head trying to find the correct when and where and how make their stomach churn like they're spinning around in a carousel. They want to be bold, but perhaps it would be too risky, so they play it cool, or at least try to, only to find that their approach may actually be much too vague for you to catch on. This person is usually quite open with their emotions and easy to read. To their near and dear they are an open book and they pride themselves in their own ability to read others. They always try to cheer up loved ones and strangers alike, even when they aren't certain what to say or do they try their best. This person always seems to get back on their feet when they're knocked down, and their inner strength may come as a surprise to some because they look rather harmless and have a very bright energy about them, like the sun that so easily could be overcast. It is often said that the brightest smiles are on the faces of those who have known the greatest sorrows, and that appears to ring true with your person. Their optimism is a tool developed for survival, and has gotten them far in life. They often wield this optimism for others too, selflessly rallying behind others and their goals and dreams, and serve as the number one supporter tirelessly and try to make sure nobody feels left out in the cold.
In their attempt to find the balance between delicate and bold, they may find themselves so overcome and frustrated that they simply blurt it out. For some, they may opt for something silly or lighthearted, that is still direct, but does not feel as scary to them. They could confess via a game of hangman, or even write one of those "do you like me? yes/no" notes of bygone playground days and bruised knees. They are endearing, and I see that you two have much in common. There's a strong foundation of friendship, too, which may be their source of unrest as they wish not to ruin what you have. They may very well end up going on a tangent, blabbering on about their feelings nervously to fill the silence so much they don't give you the chance to speak before you shush them and put them at ease with the knowledge that it is mutual and they have no reason to fret and fluster so badly.
Additional details: video games, tabletop games, converse, Fruits basket, Sailor moon, slurpees and milkshakes, youtube, mismatched socks, animals, lofi, indie, grocery stores, parks, band t-shirts, empty playgrounds, bubblegum, mints, cemeteries, mason jars, art, guitars, cotton candy, thrift shops, fishing, bicycles, plushies, scrunchies, friendship bracelets, rodents and birds, small towns, nuggies, venting, Pisces/Leo/Aquarius/Scorpio/Sagittarius,J/V/S/L/N.
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Shufflemancy: When we're old by Ieva Zasimauskaitė
Oh dear. This energy feels like a neat and tidy office with loose papers thrown about. What happened here, I could ask, but you did. You happened. This person seemed content in the daily routines, their feet planted on solid ground, until suddenly their foundations were tested by a hurricane. Sweeping in and changing everything, you turned their life upside down. At first they may have been frightened, worried that you will surely be a problem. They could at first wish to solve you like a puzzle, only to find no corner pieces because you are ever-expanding, a fairytale with no end but many twists and turns and many pages still unwritten. They are perplexed, but oh so fascinated. You awaken wonder and awe in them, as though you came in to show them a peek of what's beyond the veil, far away from their mundane, solved, scientific, factual, proven reality. You inspire them, yet your words and ways challenge everything they know. They go through rapid growth triggered by you, and a lot of it not for the faint of heart. They are a rock amidst storms, a lighthouse keeper assuring safe passage for ships at sea, and have never quite known the depths of the sea and the crashing waves that you call home.
If you are observant, which many of you certainly are, you may notice the battles that take place inside their head even when they remain so calm and collected on the outside, and know long before they tell you just how they really feel about you. For many of you, they may find the circumstances iffy, the timing poor and unfortunate, but their feelings are as real and true as they are overwhelming. They experience many sleepless nights, and may argue with themselves, a court case as both the prosecutor and the defendant, whilst you seem to be the judge and jury and hold the key to the inevitable verdict. They may very well need a green light from you, but they will confess their feelings candidly, likely in a place only semi private for the sake of your comfort, thinking you need escape routes as they're convinced what they read off of you is a trick of their own mind and false hope that what they feel is mutual. They are gentle and cautious, try their best not to overstep any real or perceived boundaries between you. Though they hide a romantic behind their exterior, your first talk about something more between you can at first feel like an interview, as they wish to cover their bases and make sure they wouldn't waste your time or you theirs by having different directions and goals in the long-term, because the long-term is what they want. This group is the most likely to see fast engagements and marriage and other such milestones due to this clarity early on.
Additional details: spirituality, churches, meditation, sleep hypnosis or lucid dreaming, tarot, astrology, weddings, moving, soda and energy drinks, nostalgia, piercings and/or tattoos, hiking, travelling, community, helping, third party or recent breakups, to-do lists and planners, glasses, stress, cooking, purple, blue, gyms and sports, metal, journaling, blogs, text messages, tech, Leo/Virgo/Capricorn/Cancer/Pisces, E/T/K/H/A/S.
04.
Shufflemancy: Die for you by The Weeknd
This is very potent energy in comparison to the other piles. It is heavy and deep, almost suffocating but closer to a weighted blanket rather than true smothering. This person feels everything quite deeply and never seems to know how to express themselves or where to even put all these emotions, as though they always find themselves in aisle three struggling to hold all their items and wish they had just grabbed a basket upon entry. Their feelings for you creep in slow and steady like a predator stalking its prey from the tall grass, and before they know it they are met with great fear of abandonment and worry you will be swept up by another, worried that even if you were theirs you could do better. They may very well have history of poor relationships which ended in their demise, leaving their heart broken and full of trust issues. You may not even be aware of their insecurity as they carry themselves with confidence and are at ease with their peers, mix and mingle so effortlessly and appear so carefree. They have a lot of passion and take their work and hobbies very seriously. Their dedication to the things that matter most to them is remarkable and they have tenacity to push onwards regardless of any odds stacked against them, though their energy mostly comes in spurts and they require time to recharge or recompose themselves after all their sudden leaps and efforts. They may confuse you, as their devotion to you as an ally burns so bright, yet they seem to not make any moves to indicate that there is more to it. Perhaps this person is confused too, because for many it is possible that they once chose to not pursue love seriously due to past experiences, yet your presence is so stable and safe they want to so badly take a leap of faith in your direction.
This clash of desire and fear is not easy for them, and they go through a long period of denial from which they constantly find themselves slipping, always saying or doing something more than what your dynamic would call for, acting out the role of a partner out of their ease in your presence, then stepping back and fighting the current that threatens to wash them downstream to unknown territory, only to once again be lulled into this comfort you provide. They catch themselves daydreaming of a proper commited relationship with you often, but just as often they shake their head and wave those thought bubbles away. Their eventual confession is just as tumultuous as the feelings that reside within them. It could occur as a result of a heated argument, or at a time they are convinced you will leave them or hurt them and they simply fail to stop their outburst. Most will put it in a kiss before they put it in words, and there may be a lot of stressful and overwhelming emotions happening all at once for both of you as this strange and quite frankly exhausting push and pull dance reaches ots climax and comes to an end. This revelation fortunately provides instant relief to all this torture as though a kiss and whispered promises serve as morphine.
Additional details: lighters, vinyls, mesh, velvet, Lana Del Rey, Phoebe Bridgers, parties, drinking, shattered glass, bruises and hickeys, astrology and numerology, college, fwb, jealousy, cats, red, d&d, mass effect, social media, tinder, birthdays, plushies and figurines, kdramas, taboo, letters, poetry, reels, LED lights, therapy, pastries, Aries/Scorpio/Capricorn/Virgo, F/B/A/G/D.
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Shufflemancy: How you get the girl by Taylor Swift
It may take some time for this person to outright say anything, because their energy is as slow as it is steady. They don't make hasty decisions, and like to take their time to perfect all that they do and say. Despite this meticulous energy, they are quite light and airy. They may be quite critical of themselves, and always strive to do their best and measure up to their own, sometimes near impossible, standards. They are strong and independent, yet may have grown up within a lot of instability, which lead them to solidify into a rock so that turbulent times would not shake them as it did in the past. They have a dominance about them that is neither threatening or demanding. They carry themselves well and do not step on any toes as they go about their life achieving every goal they set for themselves. They try to learn to relax and live a little, and find it easier to do in good company. Their circles may be small and close-knit, as though they wish to keep their life private and managable, quality over quantity. They are incredibly loyal, and though they are difficult to get to know and rarely let down their guard, once you're in, you're truly in, and they would move mountains for you just as they do for everyone they hold close.
They may lack experience or confidence in love, for some they poured all their energy into their studies, careers, hobbies, or other relationships like family and friends, and decided not to force love. With you they feel comfortable and safe and may go out of their way to allocate time to spend with you every day, and they diligently remain at your disposal for anything at all should you need them. The foundation of trust and support they lay down over the course of many months and seasons changed before they dare confess what cards they hold so close to their chest provides promise of longevity and purpose for your relationship. They may confide in their loved ones for advice and encouragement before they come forward. Sitting there shuffling notes, getting up and pacing and wracking their brains for just the right words to say, but in the end their confession is just as light as ever. You may have felt for a long time that the two of you were practically dating, though without the official stamp of exclusivity, and this is what they may allude to in their confession. Words untold always on the tip of their tongue come out gently, but with certainty and with a firm hand for you to grab and hold on to. This occurs in a comfortable routine environment, something safe and predictable. Nothing lavish, nothing big and bold, no fireworks and marching bands. Just amidst your usual day to day, making it somehow unexpected and expected all at once, as though it was inevitable, but still surprising. Their confession may leave you in tears of relief or joy or shock, or a concoction of them all, yet this new chapter feels like freshly baked bread and a good morning text. So simple and sweet and natural in this simple brand of perfection of theirs.
Additional details: classical music, working out, family, wingman, salad, selfcare, psychology, puppies, car problems, 20 questions, countryside, eyeshadow palettes, phone calls or voice memos, LDR, school, lace, divorce, trauma, literature, lgbt+, trains, movie nights, floral, anxiety, politics, medication, doctor's appointments, news, red lipstick, green and beige, nature, baking, giggles, Attack on titan, Leo/Taurus/Libra/Pisces, Y/J/A/E/W.
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Shufflemancy: Call my name by Priest
This person will need some encouragement. Some sort of signal that their plane will land safely and is cleared for approach. Their energy is like contained chaos. Their mind is everywhere all at once, yet they appear at peace, relaxed, and so calm on the outside. They aren't surprised by the butterflies in their stomach, but have a tendency to enjoy them while they last without acting upon their feelings. Typically they expect these butterflies to fly away eventually, but it seems with you they've made a permanent home making their heart flutter every day, far beyond the usual expiration date. This surprises them, and makes them a little uneasy. They so often keep to themselves and don't bother others with their feelings or their needs, that they find themselves at a loss when they try to find the right words. Which is peculiar, as they seem to have such a way with them under any other circumstance. Always knowing the right thing to say, providing heartfelt guidance and insight at the drop of a hat when somebody needs it, known by their kindred spirits as both wise and witty. Yet this eloquence becomes a lost artform when it comes to expressing themselves and their feelings, and they feel embarrassed by their tongue-tied stutters and inability to string together a coherent sentence. Perhaps in their youth the key to their survival lied in becoming invisible and minimising their needs and blurring their boundaries. Now they go with the flow of life and may sometimes feel like an intangible being amongst solid mortals with beating hearts that to them sound so loud they couldn't possibly speak loud enough to be heard.
Their approach is careful, like a detective uncovering a crime clue by clue. They plant seeds and nurture them, hoping you will notice the tiny leaves which poke out from the dirt. They have perfected the art of dropping hints, and are looking for a signal that they are allowed and welcome to do and say more. Their pursuit of you can feel like a slowburn persuasion of you to say something first, like they're the puppeteer behind the scenes pulling strings in their favour so that confessing their secrets won't be so scary. You'll come to find the depth of their true feelings shocking. Once their walls come down and they show their vulnerability you will find them so sincere and sweet in their hopes and dreams for the two of you that you may find yourself teary-eyed. They come with the offer of dedication to waking up every day choosing to love you, actively, as a choice, keeping this promise like an oath. It's hard to pinpoint a confession here, as they weave a web, luring you in, coaxing it out of you first, or get close enough to the truth that there can be no doubt in either of you.
Additional details: childhood wounds, cereal, multiple tabs open, mobile games, distractions, true crime of haunted side of youtube/tiktok, horror movies, cold hands, dyed hair, Olivia Rodrigo, kpop, foxes, cats, blue birds, keys and keychains, beanies, venus flytrap, headphones, chips, broccoli, spicy food, books, wikipedia, reddit, ADD/ADHD, flannels, fairy lights, gaming setups, lightsabers, aviation, documentaries, persona games, nighttime, magic, netflix, Gemini/Cancer/Aquarius/Pisces/Sagittarius, K/P/V/Z/M.
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yellowbunnydreams · 19 days
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Do you need some Vitamin D? (Incubus! William x Oblivious! F! Reader) [Part 1]
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~Hi lovelies, I'm aware I have been a shitty author and disappeared for a long time, but I have been trying to get caught up with real life and honestly kinda hyper-fixated on minecraft for a week but I'm determined to write! I want to give you all the lovely things so here is an extremely belated Valentines Day fic about monstrous William Afton~
~Happy Valentines, Galentines, Pal-entines and fork-tines to you all! Today we're doing something a little bit silly and something very sweet in honour of the romantic day....A silly fic of monster William x oblivious reader, because let's face it, we all have at least one moment where flirting has gone straight over our heads and we missed the boat.~
@ruh--roh-raggy
CW: 18+ MINORS DNI. Fluff, age gap (Reader 20's - William Afton 40's(?)), teratophilia, meet-cute, punny pick-up lines, scenes of working out, minor porn-logic, ditzy! reader, could be classed as bimbo! reader?, size-difference, flirting, monster-lover, sexual innuendos, Monster! AU
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William Afton ran his tongue over his teeth as he lost himself in thought once again. His silvery eyes watching you behind gold-framed aviators as you chatted with your co-workers, the blaring and beeping arcade lights casting colours against your skin in a way that made the older man suck a breath in through his teeth and click his tongue disapprovingly at himself. William had excellent control over himself both professionally and personally, there were plenty of times where his nature wanted to take hold of the reigns and control his actions but he rarely let them.
You were his little indulgence.
As the type of creature he was, it was hard to control obsessions and indulgences. Where did the lines cross? It had been years since he last let himself slip over the line and it had resulted in some unwanted agreements and commitments, a fact he was constantly reminded of whenever he received a letter from his thankfully former wife demanding reconciliation. She never knew the real him though, and William couldn't ever remember a person beside his best friend and his best friend's wife that had ever seen the real him. Just as he had seen the real them.
But as you turned and glanced at the older man leaning in the doorway into the 'employees only' corridor and gave him a little bright smile like always, he couldn't help his usually stern expression quirking at the corner of his mouth to return the smile slightly. You had that affect on the taller man, even if you were unaware of it or his perhaps less than selfless intentions behind it all.
You'd been working at Freddy Fazbear's pizza for just over two months, and in that time you'd made plenty of friends amongst the various members of staff. The cooks knew your break order and always happened to have an 'accidental' order of your favourite cheesy garlic sticks when you'd had a tough shift, people knew that they could rely on you to cover shifts when sick or that you actually knew where the first aid box was.
In general, people liked you, even if you were keenly aware of your one persistent flaw. You were...naïve, at times, and sometimes jokes and stories flew over your head whilst talking with other staff members. And sure, sometimes you'd had your female co-workers come up to you after some guy had talked to you and walked away looking dejected, only to be told they were flirting with you. But you weren't looking to change those things about yourself necessarily, and nobody ever said it was a bad thing that perhaps somebody who was interested in you would have to try a little harder to grab your attention.
"Afton's staring at you again." Your co-worker tutted, crossing her arms and making you look over towards him despite her hissed protests. Spotting the taller man with greying temples and those thin gold aviators that gave him a much more sophisticated look despite his yellow pin-stripe shirt that was a little baggy on his seemingly broad body. Giving him a friendly smile as he was indeed looking your way, seeing his usual frown twitch slightly as he nodded at you and shoved off from the wall, beginning to wander back into the halls of the pizzeria. "He's such a creep."
"He's not! Mr. Afton's lovely, maybe he's just shy?" You suggested, making the woman in front of you raise her eyebrow sceptically.
"Maybe if he was in high-school, he's a grown ass man, he should say something to you if he wants to say it!"
"Well, he and Mr. Emily do like to stand around and make sure everything is running smoothly. He's probably staring cause we're standing around." Shrugging your shoulders as your colleague shook her head and threw up her hands with an exasperated sigh.
"He's been staring at you for like....a month now? Anybody would think you were being sized up to be eaten or something. Or maybe he wants to fuck you." Wriggling her eyebrows suggestively, you smacked her arm and felt your cheeks heating up as you shook your head.
"Don't be silly! Or rude! Mr. Afton wouldn't think like that towards any of us, we're part of the Fazbear family!"
The young woman looked over at a couple of their co-workers sneaking kisses in the pass, with copious amounts of tongue like teenagers who had just discovered the concept of french-kiss and were delighted with the prospect. Shaking her own head as you wandered off to continue working, not wanting to disappoint your bosses.
"Yeah, perhaps a little more 'incestuous' than you realise though." Muttering under her breath as she trailed behind you, helping with the cleaning chores you both had to complete before the next dinner rush.
Meanwhile, William made his way into the offices at the back and made the man already inside jump slightly at his sudden entrance. His dark, short curls greying slightly and wearing an obnoxiously yellow shirt and brown slacks that made William's stomach turn slightly at how bright his friend was. Henry smiled at him from his desk and turned back to looking at the papers on his desk, allowing William to squeeze past and slip into his desk in the back.
The wooden top was cluttered with sheets of paper in neat stacks and animatronic parts in various spread states of disarray. Afton despised paperwork being out of place, but something that he deemed creative like his animatronics were fine to be in various messy states, art to him was supposed to be chaotic and messy. But his thoughts were distracted by that little smile you'd given him, running his thumb over his index nail repeatedly as he stared at his desk.
Henry noticed his silence and turned around in the swivel chair, facing his friend with a curiously raised eyebrow before scooting closer and forcing William to look up at the sound. Frown on his face as Henry broke out into a grin.
"You went out to look at that employee again didn't you?" Henry teased, making the taller man groan and rub his face under his glasses, jostling them from the comfortable position they had been in and forcing him to adjust them before he glared at Henry.
"None of your fuckin' business."
"Oh you did! And it our business! Do you think you might...pursue?" He asked, leaning on the edge of William's desk, making the other man sigh and shrug his broad shoulders as he averted his eyes back onto the projects on his desk.
"Been a while since I...Think I'm just an old bastard at this point." A slight smirk tugging at his lips as he watched Henry rolling his eyes, a huffing, snorting sound that William recognised as a more annoyed sound.
"Where did all your bravado go? Are you sure your previous wasn't a succubus or something? Sucked all the life out of you."
"Wouldn't that be fucking ironic. Must've been a vampire, drained me dry and not in the nice way either." Henry pulled a face and leaned over to smack William on the shoulder, the firm clap reminding William how strong Henry was despite his more slender frame and growing stomach from his wife's cooking.
Both men sat there for a moment before Henry sighed, running his fingers through his curls and shaking his head to dislodge the soft round ears from ontop of his head. Feeling his face getting slightly more full as his teeth pulled at his gums uncomfortably, blinking up at William who simply blinked back.
"Nearly new moon huh?"
"Yeah, it fucking sucks that I can't really leave the office or the house in case, but that's what I have my best friend and my wife for, huh?"
"Don't let your wife figure out they're separate titles." William chuckled, watching as Henry stretched his jaw and pawed at his face as he tried to encourage his more ursine features back into place.
"No way, I value my life and she will absolutely hand me my ass in silver bullets." Henry laughed and shook his head, looking back onto his own desk and spotting the poster for an upcoming event that made his face light up in an even brighter smile as he turned back to William. "You know what you should do?"
"What?"
"Ask her to the staff Valentine's staff-do!"
"Absolutely fucking not!"
"Come on, why?" He whined and William huffed, curling his lip up to reveal teeth a little too sharp to be human before he cleared his throat and cracked his neck, giving Henry a much more normal smile afterwards.
"It's so stupid, and plus, I need to refresh my skills, that takes time you know."
"Just go with what you've got! In fact, start today! Go out there and get flirting! If you don't have a date to that staff-do, I swear to god William, I'll bite you."
"Can't pass on the ursanthropy to me, Henry. But the thought of you biting me in any form is unpleasant." William sighed and stood up from his desk, watching Henry scooting back to his desk and rolling his eyes as he sighed.
Afton hated things like Valentine's Day, thought about all the overpriced flowers and chocolates that were out and about and the tacky foil decorations that would be used once and then ripped down within a day and never mentioned again. But Henry, annoyingly, was right about the fact that it was an opportune time to ask you out and flex his fingers with the charm a little.
It didn't take him long to find you, carrying piles of flat pizza boxes to make-up for takeout and humming slightly as you headed down the winding corridor, peeking over the top of the stack to see where you were going before a pair of hands reached out and took some of the boxes on the top.
"Let me get some of that for you, sweetheart." He chuckled, easily holding the boxes in his large hands and making you smile appreciatively, adjusting your grip on your own stack and feeling better that you could see where you were going and wouldn't run into anybody.
"Thanks Mr.Afton! I hope this isn't too much trouble." Watching as William shrugged and chewed over his lip, glancing over you briefly.
"It's no trouble, hey! Do you like raisins?" He asked suddenly, making you pause as you mulled over the question.
"I mean...I'm not keen?"
"Then how about a date?" William grinned from ear to ear, watching your expression gleefully as you blinked up at him.
"I mean..I might like them? Haven't tried raisins in years, I might have to try them again. Thanks for helping Mr. Afton!" You smiled, wandering through the corridor and towards the front of the restaurant once again, not aware of the flabbergasted look on her boss' face as he stared after you.
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You weren't sure what had changed the next day when you came in for your shift, early as always and humming to yourself when you cleaned up. Henry Emily and William Afton came in through the front door, silence between them as you noticed that Henry had a pair of dark sunglasses on despite the early morning light and William had on a tight black t-shirt and jeans, looking more like a biker with a bit of a dad-bod going on. Blinking in surprise as neither of them were really dressed in the professional attire you were used to them being in.
"Good morning Mr. Emily, Mr. Afton!" You called out, causing both men to stop and turn their attention towards you. Afton looking at you with that stern expression he always had whilst Henry attempted a smile, although it fell quickly and settled back into a slightly pained look, causing your brow to furrow with concern.
"Ah, morning," your name was added quietly onto the end, Henry reaching up and rubbing his hand over his face. Secretly checking himself for any subtle transformations, William glancing at him from the corner of his eye before turning his attention back to you. "How goes set-up?"
"Well Mr. Emily, although...are you okay? You look a little sick and tired today. Maybe you should be at home?" Voice laden with concern and head tilted slightly as you watched Henry, managing to miss William's slight smile at your concern for his friend. Henry shaking his head and shrugging his shoulders lightly.
"Ah, yeah just not been sleeping well. Not sweet enough dreams perhaps." Trying to put some humour back into his voice as William lit up and decided to try out another technique on you, feeling his face settling into a confident smirk once more as he looked you over. Somehow you made even the uniform look cute.
"Not like you, hey sweetheart? You're sweet and a dream." You turned to look at him as the much taller man spoke, the same blank expression on your face for a moment before you laughed and shook your head shyly, averting your gaze from his silvery eyes. Wondering if you had ever been so close to him, other than when he picked up the pizza boxes for you.
"You're too nice Mr. Afton, I really just try to be myself." Shaking your head and not noticing as Henry scowled at William from the side, shaking his own head and rolling his eyes behind the sunglasses. "Well, I better get back to work, please take care of yourself today Mr. Emily, and please look after him Mr. Afton." Giving each of the older men a smile before turning back to your duties and allowing them to move on. Still curious as to why they were dressed less formally.
Henry all but grabbed William and dragged the taller man into the back areas and to their cramped little office. Both men staring down as Henry took off his sunglasses and revealed his more yellowish green eyes, the pupils blown out as he struggled to keep himself full in check as the new moon was only a day away. Holding onto his friend's thick arms for a moment before crossing his against his chest, foot tapping impatiently as he had to look slightly up to see William's face.
"What the actual fuck was that?"
"What was what, Henry?" William asked coyly, smirking as the werebear before him huffed and growled in annoyance. Narrowing his eyes as Henry gestured back out towards the main floor where you were.
"THAT! Was that you flirting?"
"Yeah? Girls love that shit, just cause you get that whole 'mate' thing doesn't mean everybody does buddy." William rolled his eyes and crossed his own thicker arms across his broad chest, staring down at the smaller man as he shook his head. Henry running his fingers through his dark curls for a moment as an exasperated sigh escaped him.
"When did girls like that, the eighteen-hundreds?"
"Watch it, and it was the eighties as you well know."
"Either way, you're an old bastard."
"Shut the fuck up, Emily." William growled, his own teeth changing slightly as his lip curled and revealed sharper canines than before. His own monstrous nature leaking through his carefully held together image before Henry blinked and he was back to normal.
Both men headed off into the offices, Henry still shaking his head and glancing at William with a sense of disbelief. His friend was loosing his touch and honestly, he wasn't sure what he could do to rectify the situation without being blunt and to the point which would entirely ruin William's whole thing.
"You're possibly the world's worst incubus, William Afton." Henry muttered under his breath, making William snort and smirk in return as the office door opened and he allowed his features to shift slightly. Sharp teeth, flatter more squashed nose and nails sharper as greyish brown fur started to creep down the back of his neck and onto his forehead, mixing into where his salt and pepper hair normally was neatly swiped back.
"Says you, I'm just getting started." His features turning back to normal as he shook his head. Cracking his neck and rolling his shoulders as the monster once against became the man.
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Your phone buzzed on the bedspread as you sat eating cereal in bed and watching some true-crime programme that had come on when you turned on the TV. Almost missing the soft sound before you reached for it and tapped the screen with your thumb to light it up, pausing as you saw it was a text notification and heart pounding slightly as you saw the name attached to it.
William Afton.
Tapping it open, you wondered if perhaps he was asking you to cover the shift the next day, since you had a couple of days off. Although it was usually Henry who reached out and he never texted, always phoned since it was 'more professional'. He had looked sick earlier, so it wasn't out of the realms of possibility that he was handing over the responsibility to William to try and limit how much stuff Henry himself had to do. You paused as the text loaded after a moment and your eyes instantly landed on a photo of William.
It took you a moment to register. But it looked like it had been taken from around waist height and pointed up his body, his greying hair slicked back and wet like he'd just gotten out of the shower, those gold wire aviators catching the light but still able to see his grey eyes and his greying beard. His broad chest was covered in a tight purple shirt, sleeves rolled up to the elbow, the first three buttons undone and letting you see a touch of his dark chest hair that you somehow never realised you knew would be there.
Confused, you looked at the text that came afterwards, your eyes straying back up to the picture occasionally as you tried to figure out what on earth was going on.
'What do you think to the new shirt?' Still confused, you balanced the bowl of cereal on your lap before texting back, thinking on what to reply as you scanned the picture one more time before your fingers moved across the keyboard.
'It's a nice colour on you Mr. Afton. Did you mean to send this to me though?' Turning back to eating cereal and watching the TV for only a moment before your phone buzzed again and you looked at his name popping up on the screen once more, tapping on it to read as you chewed over your next mouthful.
'Shit, really sorry, this was meant for Henry. Thanks for your feedback though.' You tried for a moment to think how your name might end up next to Henry Emily's in his contacts but didn't think too hard about it, popping another spoonful into your mouth before texting back, wanting to reassure the older man that it was a simple mistake.
'It's no problem, I'm not doing anything at the moment anyway. Was just surprised that you texted me.'
A few minutes passed before your phone vibrated again, and you were welcome to the distraction since the programme had become kind of boring and predictable, it was clear who was the murderer and anything was better than the cliche music and dramatic cuts on the screen.
'Not doing anything? A young lady like you should be out and about! I'm curious as to what type of nothing you're up to now though.' The text made you laugh and shake your head, chuckling as you texted back quickly. You weren't sure what it was about the text exchange with William Afton, but it was enjoyable and you couldn't help the involuntary scroll up in the chain of texts to look at the photo again whilst you waited for his reply after your own.
'Sat in bed, eating cereal and watching TV. Really nothing exciting Mr. Afton. I can imagine your evening is more exciting than mine.'
'Well that rather depends on your definition of exciting. What would you be up to if you didn't have the cereal?' A strange question, but you shrugged and replied in the only way that came to mind. Totally unaware that William Afton was across town and laid in his own bed as soon as you mentioned being in yours, a small smirk on his face with one hand tucked up behind his head as he thought it was genius to potentially lure you into a salacious conversation.
'Get up and get cereal :p'
Your reply left his blinking at his screen and he turned his head to look at the floor length mirror across the room, seeing his more monstrous face staring back at him. Soft bunny ears folded back across his head and covered in a fine layer of salt and pepper fur. His large figure spread out across the bed, his clawed fingers running over his head and flatter face, nose twitching as his eyes eyes stared back behind his glasses. The bedding up to his waist hiding most of his transformations, tucking his knees up and curling up his lip to reveal his sharp teeth as his foot stamped in annoyance against the mattress. Feeling the small vestigial wings against his broad back flutter once and curl slightly around his arms in a motion of self comfort. The lagomorphic incubus was beginning to doubt his own abilities and he didn't like that.
What was it about you that resisted him so easily? He wasn't entirely sure, but he thought it might have something to do with the fact you had always seemed to have a few things...go over your head, to put it politely. Chewing on his lip as he looked at himself once again in the mirror before he closed his eyes and tapped his head back against the headboard, frustrated that it wasn't going exactly to plan.
Unaware of your boss' frustration, you gave up waiting for him to say something back, glancing at the clock and wondering if perhaps he had simply fallen asleep. But you had a small smile that he had talked to you for so long, and wondered if he had enjoyed the conversation too. Putting the dirty bowl on your nightstand to be cleaned up in the morning and sighing as you settled back into bed.
Scrolling back up, you couldn't help one last look at the picture he had sent, cheeks flushing with heat as you shook your head, tossing the device to one side as you rubbed your face. Wondering what on earth had gotten into you that you kept going back to look at your boss and admire the little features of his face.
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nickeverdeen · 2 months
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hello!
I wanted to ask if you could write some Mike Schmidt best friend-to-boyfriend headcanons?
thank you, I hope you are having a great day! :D
Mike = purple text
You = orange text
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Mike Schmidt best friend to boyfriend hcs
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You join Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza as a security guard, working alongside Mike during the night shifts
And at first he was very against it not wanting you to get hurt, but despite it there was no stopping you
Mike is naturally protective, especially when it comes to yours safety during the night shifts at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza
He makes sure you have a secure route to your car after work and double-checks the security measures
Mike is meticulous in planning their strategies for dealing with the animatronics
He shares cautionary tales and warns you about potential risks, ensuring you are well-prepared for any surprises
Even on their nights off, Mike regularly checks in with you to ensure you’re doing okay
He might send a text or drop by for a quick visit, always making sure that you feel supported and safe
While Mike is generally serious and cautious, there are moments of quiet camaraderie between him and you
The unspoken understanding between you provides comfort, especially during tense situations at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza
Mike is always prepared to take swift action if the animatronics become a threat
Whether it’s reinforcing security measures or coming up with escape routes, he ensures they are both ready for any scenario
Mike and you share the responsibilities of the night shift equally, each looking out for the other’s well-being
You both understand the dangers of your jobs and rely on each other for support in the face of uncertainty
Mike and you develop a tradition of grabbing late-night snacks together after your shifts
Whether it’s a run to a nearby diner or a quick stop at a convenience store, you use this time to unwind and share stories
To make your job a bit more lighthearted, Mike and you come up with humorous code names for each animatronic
This inside joke helps you cope with the eerie atmosphere and adds a touch of humor to your conversations
Mike and you provide emotional support for each other, understanding the unique challenges of working at the pizzeria
You share a glance or a nod that conveys more than words ever could, a testament to the deep connection formed through your shared experiences
Without realizing it, Mike starts paying extra attention to you – remembering small details about your likes and dislikes, and occasionally going out of his way to help you
Mike, caught in the whirlwind of his emotions, occasionally slips out unexpected compliments, praising your skills or expressing admiration for your qualities
Mike finds himself laughing a bit too heartily at your jokes, his laughter carrying a subtle hint of nervousness as he navigates the fine line between friendship and something more
Mike exhibits subtle signs of having a crush, such as nervous laughter, blushing when you compliments him, or fidgeting when you’re around
He might suprise you with thoughtful gifts or gestures, like bringing your favorite snack or leaving a supportive note
There’s an unspoken chemistry between you and Mike during your shifts, with lingering gazes and shared smiles that suggest something more beneath the surface
When someone else shows interest in you, Mike can’t quite conceal the twinge of jealousy that crosses his features, though he attempts to play it off casually
He refuses to admit that he was jealous no matter what
To cover up his true feelings, Mike resorts to playful teasing, pretending it’s all in good fun while secretly cherishing the moments he spends with you
During quiet moments in the security office, the unspoken tension hangs in the air, but you both find comfort in the silence
You start noticing your heart racing a bit faster when Mike is around
Yet you dismiss it as mere camaraderie, unaware that Mike is experiencing a similar thing
Both of you become increasingly attentive to each other’s needs, offering small gestures of kindness without realizing the deeper significance behind your actions
Casual touches become more frequent
Like arms brushing against each other while reaching for something, but neither acknowledges the subtle yet electrifying contact
As you both discover shared interests and hobbies, you become even more entwined in each other’s lives, oblivious to the fact that these shared passions are deepening your connection
Both you and Mike experience moments of confusion, attempting to decipher your puzzling emotions without realizing you are unwittingly mirroring each other’s internal struggles
The line between friendship and something more starts to blur
You exchange lingering gazes, caught up in each other’s eyes, yet both dismiss the intensity as a byproduct of your strong friendship
Unbeknownst to them, the entire pizzeria buzzes with the energy of an unspoken connection, as if the walls themselves are silently rooting for the inevitable revelation of your mutual feelings
They exchange lingering gazes, caught up in each other’s eyes
Mike begins subtly updating his wardrobe, trading in the worn-out security guard uniform for slightly more polished and fitted attire
Unbeknownst to him, the change doesn’t go unnoticed by you
As you start to do the same Mike offers you compliments
During casual conversations, you exchange grooming tips and product recommendations, inadvertently assisting each other in their quests to look and feel their best
One day when you mentioned something along the playful lines with how he’s getting weaker he remembers it
Mike starts hitting the gym during his free time, aiming to stay in shape and present a more confident image
He experiments with different hairstyles, much to the subtle fascination of you
Mike might actually shave giving you more ways how to tease him
There are days when you unintentionally coordinate your outfits, leading to shared smiles as you navigate your shifts together
Both you and Mike steal glances at each other’s transformed appearances, each unaware of the mutual appreciation brewing beneath the surface
Mike, testing the waters after some time knowing he has to confess to you one way or another
He begins incorporating inside jokes into your conversations, carefully crafting humorous remarks that carry a hidden layer of sentiment only you might catch
In a departure from your usual banter, Mike introduces a new, more tender form of teasing that hints at a deeper connection
Mike starts surprising you with thoughtful gifts, each item carefully chosen to reflect shared memories or inside references
These things become subtle symbols of his growing feelings
In moments of camaraderie, Mike unconsciously initiates more intimate gestures like:
A comforting touch, a lingering gaze (that hint at a desire for something beyond friendship)
His compliments take on a new tone, subtly highlighting aspects of your personality or appearance with a warmth that transcends mere friendship
Mike starts rearranging his schedule to spend more time with you
This creates opportunities for you to share moments that go beyond the confines of Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza
He begins treating your interactions like a puzzle
Dropping hints and pieces of the confession subtly across different conversations, leaving it to you to assemble the full picture
As his feelings intensify, Mike can’t help but steal more meaningful glances at you when you’re not looking, the unspoken connection growing stronger with each shared moment
Slowly, Mike reveals more vulnerable sides of himself, sharing personal stories and fears with you in a bid to establish a deeper emotional connection
During a particularly ordinary shift at Freddy Fazbear’s Pizza, Mike finds a moment of quiet amidst the familiar hum of animatronic antics and the occasional shrieks from the security system
He chooses a casual tone, not wanting to make a big scene or disrupt the regular flow of the night
In the midst of discussing routine tasks, he subtly redirects the conversation toward more personal matters
As the night progresses, Mike weaves his confession into the conversation, acknowledging the deeper feelings he’s been harboring
His words carry a sincerity that resonates in the dimly lit security office
“You know, working here with you every night has been the highlight of my day… and there’s something else I’ve been wanting to say. You know how we’re both surviving these nights with the animatronics? Well, there’s one thing I’ve been unsuccessful at surviving – my growing feelings for you.”
To ease the weight of the moment, Mike introduces a touch of humor, using laughter as a bridge between the ordinary and the extraordinary.
You, initially caught off guard, join in the mirth
After his admission, there’s a brief, understanding silence between you two
Mike gauges your reaction, the atmosphere tinged with a mixture of vulnerability and anticipation
He reassures you that there’s no pressure to reciprocate the feelings, emphasizing the value he places on your friendship regardless of the romantic outcome
Rather than letting the confession linger uncomfortably, Mike smoothly guides the conversation back to its initial lighthearted nature, ensuring that your interaction remains comfortable and familiar
You couldn’t keep still after his confession, your fingers tapping rhythmically against the desk
Mike, observing your restlessness, raised an eyebrow inquisitively
The silence stretched, filled only by the faint hum of machinery
Breaking the quiet, you hesitated, “Mike, there’s something I’ve been meaning to tell you…”
In an attempt to keep things light, you playfully mentioned a shared moment, “Remember that time Foxy almost caught us? Got my heart racing, but not as much as you”
Just as you mustered the courage, an animatronic’s clang echoed through the office
Mike, sensing the moment, held up a hand. “Wait, let’s make sure we’re not about to die before we dive into serious talk.”
“We’ve been through a lot here, and I don’t want to keep anything from you,” you admitted
A jump scare on the monitors startled you both into laughter
Amid the chuckles, you confessed, “You know, if we can survive this place together, maybe we can handle something a bit scarier – like, I don’t know, feelings?”
After your cofession he managed to get the courage and finally try to ask you out
“We’ve faced jump scares, malfunctioning animatronics, and eerie quiet nights. Think we can handle a date night too?”
Of course you accepted it
Mike cleans up his place, making sure the occasional pizza boxes and soda cans are out of sight.
He puts on some low-key ambient lighting to create a comfortable atmosphere
Mike opts for a neat but laid-back look – maybe a clean shirt and jeans.
He debates between sneakers and something a bit dressier, ultimately settling for the comfortable option
Wanting to keep it simple, Mike decides on making dinner
He goes for a homemade pizza or pasta – something he can prepare without the risk of burning down the kitchen
Abby had the best time in her life teasing him and she actually helped him with his clothes eventually
You arrive, maybe with a small gift or a dessert to contribute.
You’ve put thought into their outfit, wanting to look good for the night
Vanessa helped you out just like Abby helped Mike out
You and Mike work together in the kitchen, laughing off any culinary mishaps
You sit down to enjoy the meal, the conversation flowing naturally
The evening is marked by shared laughter, building on the camaraderie you’ve already developed
After dinner, you decide on a movie
The choice of what you two are going to watch is 100% yours
As the night winds down, Mike walks you to the door, expressing his gratitude for the enjoyable evening
Standing at the door, Mike offers a casual invitation for another night like this
You agree, leaving with a sense of contentment and the promise of more shared moments in the future
You and Mike continue to enjoy casual outings together
Whether it’s grabbing coffee, going to a movie, or even revisiting your favorite pizzeria, you find comfort in simple yet meaningful activities
Though you haven’t explicitly labeled your relationship, there’s a natural understanding between you two
As a break from the outside world, you have cozy movie nights at home, complete with takeout and snacks
Abby loves you and even tells you embarrassing stories about Mike that he did not mention to you
Laughter becomes a constant in your relationship
Whether it’s Mike’s witty remarks or shared inside jokes, you find joy in the simplest moments
Mike has his fair share of challenging nights at the office
You become a source of support, offering a sympathetic ear and sometimes surprising him with a snack or two
In public Mike is comfortable with casual displays of affection
Hand-holding, a light touch, or an arm around your shoulder become common gestures, especially when you’re strolling through public spaces
PDA 7/10
A subtle protective instinct emerges
Mike tends to keep an eye out for your surroundings, ensuring you feel secure in public settings
Your dynamic remains lighthearted in public just like in private
While affectionate, Mike respects your personal space in crowded places
He’s mindful of not making you uncomfortable and adapts his gestures accordingly
The couple finds joy in sharing small moments in public – be it trying out a new restaurant, attending events, or simply enjoying a leisurely day at the park
Mike, though accustomed to the peculiarities of his night shift, brings a blend of warmth, protectiveness, and genuine affection into his public interactions as a couple with you
Mike cherishes cozy nights spent at home with you
Whether it’s watching movies, playing games, or simply enjoying each other’s company, your private space is a haven
(I’m not sure if I mentioned it already or not if yes then I’m sorry)
You embark on shared cooking adventures, trying out new recipes together
Mike might not be a gourmet chef, but you enjoy the process and revel in the results
There are many times when you have to call Vanessa to save the kitchen or the whole house from burning down
She is kidna tired of this and keeps reminding you that she’s not a fireman, but on the other hand she doesn’t mind that much
Private moments allow for unfiltered conversations
You and Mike discuss your day, share dreams, and engage in deep, meaningful talks
Movie marathons are a common occurrence
From horror films (which Mike might find oddly familiar) to classic comedies, he creates a cozy nest with blankets and snacks for you two
In your private space, Mike is a pillar of support
He encourages yours pursuits, offering unwavering support in your personal and professional endeavors
You curate a shared playlist, a collection of songs that hold special meaning for you two
Overall he’s very protective of you and likes to take care of you
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24hlevi · 1 year
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— 𝐀𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐮 𝐑𝐲𝐨𝐡𝐞𝐢 𝐒𝐅𝐖 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭
Arisu Ryohei (Alice In Borderland) X Gn!Reader
Genre: Fluff
Summary: a SFW alphabet with arisu
Warnings: Language
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A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?) 
Ryohei is extremely affectionate once he gets comfortable enough around you that he isn’t shy or afraid to do certain things. He would most likely show affection by actions rather than words, like doing random chores for you or something as simple as cooking dinner that night instead of ordering take out of some sort, he would also show it by constantly hanging around you, but not in a annoying way. He would either always be holding your hand or touching you in some sort of way just to show silently that he’s still there for you and always will be.
B = Best Friend (what would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?) A friendship with Ryohei would more than likely start from either you two meeting at an internet cafe of sorts to play video games or meeting over a game in a store, knowing Ryohei, he would probably start out pretty shy around you in the beginning of the friendship but he would soon break out of his shell and become more comfortable around you. Ryohei as a best friend would be amazing, sleepovers while gaming and eating pizza, him randomly showing up at your house because he needs to get away from his father and brother, and he would be so supportive of whatever you do or want to do. A 10/10 friend for sure. 
C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)
Ryohei absolutely loves to cuddle, and all of the time. He doesn’t mind if he’s the little or big spoon, he just enjoys being close to you and feeling genuinely relaxed and good that you are there with him at that moment, especially at his most vulnerable times. He particularly likes spooning or any way that he can have his arms wrapped around you or vice versa because he cherishes every moment when he’s being held or holding you. Ryohei also wants to cuddle almost all the time when the two of you are alone, wanting to be close with you at all times because once he’s caught on, he’s never letting go. 
D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)
Ryohei would love to settle down with you, and he actually thinks about it a lot surprisingly. He is good at cleaning, when you tell him to do it at least because he’s a little lazy, cooking…is a different story, he can cook ramen, eggs, premade oven foods, but that’s about it. Now, if he had a recipe in front of him and all of the materials he probably could make whatever that is, maybe, it all really depends on how difficult the food is or he won’t do it. That being said, he does love cooking with you, it’s much more fun and he enjoys any time that he spends with you. 
E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?) 
No matter what, Ryohei would feel utterly terrible for wanting to break up with you and actually doing it. That being said, he would try and do it in the least painful way possible especially if you were still in love with him and he wasn’t with you. Most likely Ryohei would write a note out and give it to you indirectly either through a friend or just slipping it under your door and quickly leaving before you realize it was him because he can’t face you when he’s going to break your heart, and he won’t ever hurt you, even if it hurts more without seeing him face to face doing it. 
F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?) Ryohei feels very strongly about commitment, and he would totally want to get married to you and move in together, but he will go the same pace as you, never wanting to pressure you into doing something you don’t want to do and won’t voice his feelings of wanting to marry you until you say something first. He would want to get married pretty fast once he knows that you want to as well, probably after 2 years of being with you or so, so that he knows you two really genuinely love each other. 
G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?) 
Ryohei is the most gentle boyfriend you could ever ask for, both physically and emotionally, which is uncommon for most. Physically, he couldn’t hurt a fly anyways, so he would be extra gentle and careful with you just in case something does happen and he accidentally hurts you, which he would feel completely terrible if he did so. Emotionally he’s even more gentle, this mostly being because he knows how it feels to be hurt over and over again, and he never wants that to happen to you, so he always chooses his words very carefully when talking about a sensitive topic or literally anything, never wanting to hurt you in any way even unknowingly since he was so accustomed to it at home. 
H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)
Ryohei literally adores hugs, he loves them so much but he will never verbally ask for it, he’s the type to just hold out his arms to you and you have to assume he wants a hug because he won’t actually say that he wants one. He will hug you at literally any time he wants, whether it’s a back hug whilst your cooking, or literally hugging you while sleeping, he always wants to hug you it’s so cute. Ryohei’s hugs are like a rush of warmth that just makes you feel all nice and fuzzy on the inside with how you can really tell that he loves you just by how he hugs, and he tends to stay in that position for quite some time, just simply enjoying the warmth you give. 
I = I Love You (How fast do they say the L-word?)
Ryohei probably says it quite fast into the relationship, like around 6 or so months because no one has ever treated him like you do before and he knows pretty quickly that he loves you. He most likely accidentally blurts it out while you’re talking and he has to hope that you say it back so that he doesn’t look stupid and get embarrased. 
J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when their jealous?)
Ryohei doesn’t really get jealous because he knows you would never leave him for anything, but of course, there are moments when he does. He won’t do anything in the moment if someone is flirting with you, but he will express his discomfort the next time you two are alone and he sounds a little bit sad but just reassure him a little bit and it will all be better and work pretty fast. He never wants to initiate fights of course, so there will be times where he won’t even tell you that he’s jealous but it’s obvious by his actions and expressions so you have to still reassure him that you won’t leave him for anyone or anything, and give him lots of cuddles he needs it. 
K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?) Ryohei’s kisses are often short and sweet, but with many emotions lurking deep inside of them every time he kisses you, even if it’s just a peck before going somewhere. His lips may be chapped from time to time, but they are somehow still soft and every kiss makes you feel like you’re floating on a cloud. Ryohei likes to kiss you on your head or hand, especially at the most random times. He’ll be holding your hand and randomly pull it up to his lips and kiss either the inside of your wrist or just your hand in general. He likes to be kissed anywhere, he doesn’t care when or where you kiss him, he’s going to cherish and enjoy every kiss he has with you no matter what, that being said, he does particularly enjoy getting kissed on the cheek, it makes him easily blush and stutter out responses but he loves it for how innocent it is and how much of an effect it has on him. 
L = Little Ones (How are they around children, how do they feel about having kids, etc)
Ryohei is extremely good with kids, he is always playing around with them and making them laugh but would never think once about having kids with you, not in the bad way though! He just never thought anyone would actually want to have kids with him so he’d never thought of it before, but he would love to! While he would be worried that he would end up like his father if you guys had two or more, all he needs is a little reassurement and then he’ll be okay and believe that he will be better than his fucked up father. 
M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)
Mornings with Ryohei are usually spent laying in bed for much longer than supposed to be with how he simply won’t let go of you whatsoever, the epitome of “just five more minutes” but that tends to change into hours if you don’t pry yourself out of his grip. He has a hard time getting up early much more with him constantly being up all night playing video games, but if you get up earlier than him and start cooking then he’ll wake up shortly after because he can smell the food and will make coffee (or drink a redbull) while watching you cook breakfast. Ryohei is pretty groggy in the mornings and it takes some time for him to actually wake up and get moving around and start to do the normal things. 
N = Night (How are nights spent with them?) 
Nights with Ryohei are mostly spent with the two of you playing video games all night, or you watching him play video games all night. That, or watching movies so late into the night that you two end up passing out on the couch or in bed while movies are still playing and wake up to some random thing still on. Ryohei stays up late pretty much every night, which is why he has such a hard time getting up in the mornings, but he just loves you and wants to constantly be around you.
O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)
It would probably take some time for Ryohei to fully open up to you, unless you two were friends before getting together. After a few months he would slowly start opening up about certain things like his trauma and terrible family, but when he does it feels like such a weight has been lifted off of his shoulders because he knows he can trust you and that you care about him, he just needs some time to realize that you completely understand and don’t think of him differently with his trauma and more. He would probably spill everything at once most likely while eating dinner at home just so that he can go to sleep resting easy knowing he isn’t hiding anything from you anymore, because it can be extremely difficult to open up about trauma that you’ve experienced and never really told anyone since most people would judge. 
P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)
It is extremely hard for Ryohei to get angry, like, genuinely angry to the point where he will actually yell or give the silent treatment. He has a lot of patience and is the most understanding boyfriend he could possibly be, but of course, he does have moments when he gets angry and will actually say something about it, but it is very rare for him to do so. Though, it is easy to calm him down whether it’s getting him food or you just being by his side, but, if an argument happens between the two of you then it will either be harder for him to get better or easier, it really depends on how serious the argument is and if it will affect you both later. 
Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?) 
Ryohei has an amazing memory, and therefore he will remember pretty much everything you tell him, even the weirdest things that you say which surprise you that he somehow remembers those moments. He is the type to write down things that you say you like or enjoy so that he can get you those things at random times when he has money or for gifts or even just simple date ideas like going on a picnic or something of the sorts. He most likely has a whole book dedicated to the things he’s written down that you like or literally things you just say to him at both the worst and best moments. 
R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?) 
Ryohei’s favorite moment with you is most likely the day he met you, because it was when his world was turned completely upside down and he wouldn’t expect to be where he is today without you and his amazing friends who have stuck with him through thick and thin. But really, every moment he spends with you is his favorite moment, he just loves you so fucking much that there isn’t a single second that he doesn’t enjoy being with you. 
S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?) Ryohei is very, very protective of you, like, more than what you would expect with him. He protects you in various ways, whether that be standing up for you when someone insults you or is trying to flirt with you right in front of him even if it results in getting his ass beat up terribly, to making sure you don’t do things that could possibly be detrimental to your health in any sort of way, physical, mental, or emotionally. Ryohei does like to be protected by you at times, but usually he is too shy to be verbal with it and it mostly results in you having to stand up for him in some sort of situation that he’s uncomfortable in and he feels very grateful and thankful for you always afterwards. 
T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, and everyday tasks?) Ryohei puts his all into everything with you, dates, gifts, chores, literally everything you could possibly think of. He isn’t playing around with you, anything you ask him to do he will immediately drop whatever it is that he is currently doing and go do what it is you asked him of, and will do it thoroughly so it makes you happy, he doesn’t half-ass things when it comes to you at all. Anniversaries he plans extremely well surprisingly and always wants to do things special and different on those special days. 
U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?) 
Let’s be honest, he probably doesn’t wash his hair as often as he should be. Oh, and he uses 3-in-1 shampoo, conditioner, and body wash. 
V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?) 
Ryohei didn’t give two shits about his looks before he met you to be honest, but, after he did meet you, he did start to care about how he looked and started to clean himself up more and actually put some effort into his outfits, hair, etc. 
W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)
Oh most definitely. It seems every time he gets close to someone they end up either fucking him over or dying, so if you were to leave him in any sort of way he would be so heartbroken that he would become severely depressed and resort back to his old lifestyle. Ryohei obviously has attachement issues with how many people he’s seen die and turn on each other in the games, so he would freak out and it probably wouldn’t end well. 
X = Xtra (A random headcannon for them)
Ryohei’s love languages are words of affirmation and quality time (also physical touch) 
Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn't like, either in general or in a partner?)
Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs?) 
Ryohei moves a lot in his sleep, he can’t seem to stay still. He also tends to have nightmares even well after everything has gone down, some are worse than others which result in him sleeping less than normal. 
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kaunis-sielu · 4 months
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Dangerous Places: 6
When you’re done with the bathroom you slowly make your way to the door. Captain is still in the bedroom, when you open the door he’d looked up.
“Alright, food?” He asks and you stare up at him, “you’ve gotta be hungry. It’s almost noon.”
“Oh, um food would be good.” You look past him and out the window. You can’t tell that it’s daytime out there, it’s unnerving.
“Alright, come on up Bunny.” He says holding out his arms before he gently scoops you up. You’re not sure where to look, you can’t look at him but it’s weird looking the way you’re walking. You settle on looking at your knees, the little scar there that you can see from when you were a kid and banged it open on the corner of the stairs.
Steve sets you down back on the counter. The way he so effortlessly carries you around is kind of astonishing.
“What do you want? We have,” he pulls open the fridge and frowns, “some beer. Don’t these animals eat?” He grumbles. “Alright Bunny, what do you want me to order in?”
“I don’t know.”
“Too many options.” He murmurs to himself and you’re surprised because that’s exactly what it is. “Okay, do you want Italian or Asian?”
“Italian?”
“Yea, pizza, pasta, that kind of stuff.”
“Italian please.”
“Okay, pasta or pizza?”
“Um, pizza please. Just cheese.” You haven’t eaten in a while so you don’t want to upset your stomach.
“Alright, I’ll get some actual groceries in here for you soon.”
“Okay.” It’s weird that he’s treating you so kindly, after all he did threaten you and kidnap you and is holding you hostage. So maybe he’s not being so kind after all.
“Alright, let’s make a list so that you can have food you like. Do you like to cook?”
“Yes.”
“Anything you need.”
“Where is my stuff?”
“Should be here later.” He says dismissively and it kind of pisses you off. You don’t dare say anything but you do glare at the floor in front of you. “Look at me.” His tone is gentle when he gives the command and you comply. “Oh Bunny.” He says with a grin, “I like seeing some fire from you. What’s got you bothered?”
“I can’t just live here without my shit. I need my phone and some other stuff.”
“You can’t have your phone.”
“Then you have to take me back to my apartment.” He sighs heavily,
“Bunny, we have gone over this. It isn’t happening.”
“I’m diabetic. I need my sensors, reader and medication.”
“Why didn’t you say something sooner?” He looks irritated as he pulls his phone out of his pocket.
“I’m sorry it wasn’t just as easy as snatching a woman out of her bed!” You snap, and he smirks over at you.
“Buck, I have some stuff I need you to get now. No, now.” He looks up at you, “Bunny where’s your stuff?”
“Pens are in the fridge and my pills are in the bathroom in the mirror. The needles and alcohol wipes are in the second drawer in the bathroom and so are the sensors, they’re in boxes. I have some lancets and another sensor in my purse.” You tell him,
“You hear that Buck? Good. I want that here in the next twenty minutes.” He pauses then growls, “No, I’m not fuckin joking. Get it here.” The power of this man is truly stunning, and a little terrifying. You’re starting to feel like he might actually be different than Crossbones, but then you remember his “business” he had to take care of before you went to sleep.
They’re all the same, all sharp edges and violence.
He texts someone else then looks up at you,
“What do you want to do while we wait for food?”
“When did you order?”
“I texted one of the ladies our order. I thought you might like having a woman around.”
“Oh.” You didn’t know he had women, your opinion of him was correct he’s just like Crossbones.
“So, movie? Tv? Reading? Just sitting here in silence looking at one another? What do you want to do?”
“I don’t care.” You say gently, you won’t be fooled by a mob man again.
“I want you to be comfortable here. I know this isn’t where you want to be but if I can at least make you comfortable I will.”
“Oh,”
“You said actions right?” You nod, “so you’ll see. Why don’t we go to the couch, we can eat there too.” He sets you on the couch before dropping down a cushion away. He turns the tv on and starts switching through the channels. There’s a knock on the door and he calls,
“Come in.” So Winter does and he has your supplies. He brings them to you and you pull out what you need to test, you have a feeling that you’re low, you put the lancet in then place it on your finger and push the button. You test your blood sugar and sure enough you’re low, even worse the number is going lower.
“How are you?”
“Fine.” You lie and Steve hums lowly,
“Try again Bunny. The truth this time.”
“I’m low, but it’s fine.”
“What do you need? Juice? Candy?”
“Juice works.” You tell him, “um, apple?” Steve looks at Winter who nods and leaves again.
“Bunny, when it comes to your health you tell me what you need.”
“Yes, Captain. Steve. Sorry.”
“Good girl.” He says and your gaze snaps to his, a slow smirk crosses his face. “I wondered if you might like that.”
“I don’t.” You lie and he chuckles,
“Your eyes tell me different Bunny.” You glare at him and he grins over at you. There’s another knock at the door, this one seems softer, less aggressive than Winter.
“Come in.” The door opens and a pretty red headed woman pushes open the door.
“Hey Cap, you wanted some pizza? Oh, hello.” She says seeing you.
“Hi.”
“Widow, thanks for picking that up.” Steve says and she nods putting the two pizza boxes on the table.
“How are you doing Honey?” She asks but you don’t say anything, instead you glance over at Steve.
“You can talk to her Bunny.”
“I’m fine.” You lie and she looks between you and Steve.
“Cap, out.” She demands,
“But pizza.” He practically whines and you stare at him in absolute shock.
“Oh take the damn thing with you you big baby.” You stare at her in astonishment, she can’t just talk to him like that can she? Steve groans softly but stands from the couch, grabs one of the boxes of pizza and leaves the house.
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DAY ONE: Sike! It's Not a Costume, It's Lingerie
A few minutes passed before the bathroom door opened, and Steve’s jaw fell slack at the sight of you.  He’d been expecting you to be dressed as a random movie character, maybe even a witch, a splash of fake blood here or there. Instead, you stood in front of him clad in only lingerie - black and lacey and clinging to every curve he knew so well. “I–” He began, but his mouth just fell open and shut as he struggled to form words.
“Oh c’mon, I wanna see!” Steve had pleaded when you showed up at his place that night, shopping bags in hand and a knowing smile tugging at your lips.
“No! I told you, it’s a surprise.” 
Back in the day, there was nothing Steve Harrington enjoyed more than a good party. Loud music, cheap beer and maybe a joint or two followed by skinny dipping in the neighbor’s pool after dark. These days, his nights were spent in the Wheeler’s basement supervising heated games of D&D and driving the kids back and forth to the arcade, or the movies, or the pizza parlor, and then dropping them all back off at home again.
When Robin announced she was having a kid-free Halloween party at her place, you thought it would be a good opportunity for you and Steve to have a little fun. As much as you both loved the kids, you weren’t their parents and you deserved some time to yourselves.
“Costumes? Really?” He had complained at the time, refusing to contribute any ideas or suggestions. He knew you were stubborn, so he was unsurprised when you stated that you were going to pick them out regardless and he’d just need to deal with whatever you decided on if he didn’t want to help.
“Not even a hint? A clue?” 
“Nope,” You teased, popping the ‘p’ and placing a kiss to his cheek as you passed him by, placing the bags into the back of the closet for safe keeping.
The night of the party, Steve arrived home early from work to get ready. When he got there, you were in the bathroom with the door closed. You called out to him that you’d just be a few minutes and to take a seat on the bed.
A few minutes passed before the bathroom door opened, and Steve’s jaw fell slack at the sight of you. 
He’d been expecting you to be dressed as a random movie character, maybe even a witch, a splash of fake blood here or there. Instead, you stood in front of him clad in only lingerie - black and lacey and clinging to every curve he knew so well.
“I–” He began, but his mouth just fell open and shut as he struggled to form words.
“What d'ya think?” You teased, bottom lip between your teeth and eyes cast down, dark lashes fluttering and fingertips ghosting over the tops of your stockings, avoiding his gaze as if you were suddenly shy in front of him.
“But I thought, the costumes-”
As he stammered over his words, his eyes roaming across your body as if he was trying to take all of you in at once, your confidence kicked up a notch and you straightened up a little.
“Sike,” You replied, taking a calculated step forward until you were standing between his open legs. Your hands came down to rest on his shoulders, steadying yourself as his hands took a gentle hold on the back of your thighs, fingers wrapping around until his fingertips were brushing the soft skin of the inside of your thigh as he tugged you even closer. The force of the action caused you to stumble a little, breath hitching your throat and you caught yourself with one knee either side of his legs on the bed.
“You’re unbelievable,” He choked out in a humorless laugh, and it was probably meant to sound scolding but it somehow came out as more of a compliment.
“Thank you, I think.” You quipped back, hands sliding up into his hair until your nails were scraping against his scalp just how he liked.
Steve groaned, hands coming to settle on your hips, thumbs toying with the delicate bows tied high on the curve of your hip, holding the black lace of your underwear in place.
“Sooo… there’s no party then?” Steve asked, genuinely bewildered and it was so endearing you couldn't help but smile down at him.
"Oh, there is..." You corrected, lowering yourself onto his lap until you were fully seated over him, smirking a little when you felt him already hard underneath you just from the sight of you in your underwear.
"We're just not going."
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fun-k-board · 6 months
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Could you possibly write some dating headcanons for Ben Reilly?? He is such a himbo, I love him sm :D
Dating headcanons for ATSV Ben Reilly
Note(s) : The reader is a Spider from another universe!
I'm just gonna guess that you mean ATSV Ben! My bad if that's not the case, this might be OOC because I haven't seen the movie since it came out.
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He feels like you're so strange and different to him, you don't speak out loud what your emotions are and that's so different from his universe, it's almost like a puzzle that Ben is desperate to solve, even if he can just ask you, audibly guessing is just that much more fun.
Ben isn't too smart with body language, in his universe, everybody says what they're feeling or doing, so if you're somebody who has very neutral expressions, he tends to get confused a lot and misinterpret your actions. He doesn't do this on purpose, and you can always correct him which he fully accepts.
Ben loves to give you things, usually it's a modified version of your web shooter, or maybe extra web fluid, if you're a spider that needs it, a gift that would benefit you and the missions you go on, but he also gives you matching clothing items.
While he'd never trade his blue hoodie for something else, don't even try it's not going to happen, he's willing to wear bracelets, rings, a new belt, etc, etc. Sometimes he makes them, which is usually from one of those crappy DIY bracelet kits, but usually they're one of those couple bracelets with magnets you can click together.
But he might wear a different hoodie for casual clothing, maybe on a date to another universe of one of your own, he's not a suit and tie, fancy dinner type of guy.
He's a clone of Peter, he's going to be broke.
Fully willing to give and receive PDA, the only times he won't is if you don't want to, he always says things audibly so you can know when he'll give you a hug or a kiss, and if you don't want one, then you can just say no or move away.
Ben despises beach dates, the sand gets everywhere, it triggers his spider sense whenever a beach ball gets near him, if you're in your universe or one that isn't like his, people stare when he narrates.
His ideal date is a pizza date, what does that entail? Either, you go to one of those places where you can customise your own pizza, or, you bake your own at home! He thinks it's fun to experiment with flavour and different kinds of pizza.
He just likes pizza, okay?
Specifically Hawaiian pizza.
Ben's a workout boyfriend, he's always lifting, fighting villains, or holding up a helicopter, he's buff, and he also likes to carry you. It doesn't matter how heavy you are, or if you're not heavy at all, he's strong enough to carry you wherever or whenever.
He gets sad whenever you have a mission and he's not paired with you, and vice versa for when he's on a mission and not with you. Sometimes he calls you mid fight, which means either one of you is running from a villain and being all 'awh, I love you!(⁠。⁠・⁠ω⁠・⁠。⁠)⁠ノ⁠♡' but then a metal tentacle crushes your watch because you were distracted.
Let's hope Miguel finds your or Ben before your atoms dissolve.
Ben isn't too panicked when you're hurt, it all depends on how you're reacting, even if you've broken all of your bones, if you're chill, so is he. Obviously, he's always concerned, and you'll hear 'my beloved is injured, they're hurt and I can't do anything! But I must stay strong, so they can.' But besides that, he's cool.
Speaking of, he has a lot of harrowing memories, and while he doesn't rely on you, he will occasionally seek comfort. Ben will usually just sob into your shoulder for a few hours, and after that, will probably cuddle you and trap you into a snuggle buddy situation, not like you're complaining.
Whenever you're sad, he won't expect you to come to him, but he'll accept you with open arms if you do. Whether you just want to cuddle, or have him in the same room, or if you just want comfort food, or a drink, or whatever. He's fine with whatever you want, and he'll provide whatever you want.
Within reason, obviously.
Ben isn't dumb, yes, he's a bit clueless and tends to get distracted, but he's incredibly smart when it comes to fighting, and he was previously a teacher, (I think, correct me if I'm wrong) so he's completely capable of being a smart ass if you get something wrong. Not in a mean way, just a corrective 'uhm, well actually 🤓' type of way?
He likes to have double dates! Whether Peter is with MJ, or Gwen, or whoever Peter Parker managed to rizz up, given that Peter is sort of like his brother, he likes to spend time with him, and he also likes spending time with you.
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wolfsbanesparks · 6 months
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HI WOLF WHAT DO YOU THINK ABOUT A CROSSOVER WITH CAPTAIN MARVEL AND THE TMNT?
I remembered that batman had a crossover with them before, so they absolutely can exist in a DC universe, and I'm really excited to see the new movie so I'm hyper about it right now!
Mutants and magic bb ✨️ It wouldn't be much of a stretch for ooze/whatever it's called, to make it's way to Fawcett City via the foot clan, or maybe the Shredder or the Krang decides to team up with Dr. Sivana or the Monster Society of Evil for an evil plan. I think the Monster Society of Evil would be a good option to go with storywise, and a chance to see them in action more to be taken seriously.
Aaaa, Billy sharing and eating a pizza with teenagers he can look up to as role models :D
Sorry if this was out of nowhere, I'm just me rn
No I love it!
Like Billy is exactly the type of hero that would get pulled into the TMNT shenanigans and just roll with it. Other people might stop to question why there are giant talking turtles trained in martial arts living in the sewers, but not Billy. It may be a little weird, but he has Tawky Tawny as one of his best friends, he's not gonna question it.
And I totally agree that the Monster Society of Evil teaming up with the Foot Clan would be the way to go! Lots of potential for action!
But also that image of him hanging out with the turtles and eating pizza with them, thinking they are so cool is just adorable. They probably find out he's a kid and are stoked!
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joy-store · 3 months
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Fluff alphabet XMartin ødegaard
➢ Warnings: none! Just fluff 🫶 hope you like it
➢ Author’s note: This was not requested but was a part of my twenty two birthday special celebration and more to come!
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A = Attractive (What do they find attractive about their partner?)
-Physically: your figure is so attractive to him does no matter what's your size he loves to hold your body always / find you sexy he really doesn't care about this stuff
-Mentally: your affection and how you always let it show both actions and words. (that's your love language)
B = Baby (Do they want a family? Why/Why not?)
-After some time of course he imagines himself settling down with you, with kids running around looking like you and him, he has always been a family man.
C = Cuddle (How do they like to cuddle?)
-Mostly he loves to be the big spoon but whenever he is sad or feeling exhausted, you with no hesitation take him in your arms because sometimes he will be too exhausted to ask for it.
D = Dreams (How do they picture their future with their S/O?)
- as I said he would like to settle down at some point in his life and find stability.
E = Everything (You are my ____)
- you are my whole life.
F = Feelings (When did they know they’re in love?)
- Everyday! when he saw you celebrating one of his goals passionately. When you cook for both of you in the kitchen he realizes how much you are important to him and that he wants it every day with you. When you are asleep and he is holding you close to his heart. When you are getting along with his family and friends -they loved you immediately-.
G = Gratitude (How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their S/O does for them?)
- he always shows how grateful he is for you and to have you in his messy life, how you handle his lifestyle, him in general, and so on, he is aware of how overwhelming his life can be that's why he is glad to be able to always rely on you.
H = Honesty (Do they have secrets they hide from their S/O?)
- you both tell each other everything so aside from the arsenal lineup before the match, nope he doesn't hide anything from you
I = Injury (How would they react if you got hurt?)
- you don't get injured that much like he does so he would be very worried and provide you with everything you will need like you always do him.
J = Jealousy (Do they get jealous? How do they deal with it)
- he often gets jealous but he keep it low -sometimes- always so he won't suffocate you.
K = Kiss (How do they kiss you? How do they like to be kissed?)
-He likes to kiss you on the top of your head, your hand, or your forehead also the big lips kiss is there but those are his favorite ones, he likes to be kissed by you at any place your love shown is more than enough for him (he likes it when you kiss his cheeks the most though)
L = Love (Who says ‘I love you’ first?)
- Martin said it first, he is both a man of action and words :))!
M = Memory (What’s their favorite memory together?
-your first birthday when you got together! He took you to your favorite pizza place then celebrated again with your family and friends -he almost planned to celebrate the whole week but you both had jobs so he sadly couldn't do the whole week celebration as intended-
N = Nickel (Do they spoil? Do they buy the person they love everything?
-If Martin can buy you the moon and the stars he would! He literally spoils you to the extent that you have fought almost every week with him about that matter, he loves you so much and thinks you are pretty in almost everything so lots of clothes whenever he gets the chance to go shopping or online shopping even! Lots of your favourite colour in everything, like if he even saw a muffin in your favourite colour he would buy it only to see your smile and excitement.
O = On Cloud Nine (What are they like when they’re in love? Is it obvious to others? How do they express their feelings?)
He is shy at first, but lovestruck anyway! Sending flowers and expensive gifts, lots of dates whenever he got the chance to do them
P = Pet names (What pet names do they use?)
Martin is so Basic he loves to call you Bebe/ darling and maybe Kjæreste in which also it means darling :D
Q = Questions (What are the questions they’re always asking?)
When can we leave?
Can you hold me? -most likely to happen when he is sad after matches-
How I got so lucky? -he is a cheesy mf-
R = Rainy Day (What do they like to do on a rainy day?)
Mostly to snuggle with you in the bedroom watching TV (it's a very good chance to spend more time with you if the training is canceled)
S = Sad (How do they cheer themselves/S/O up?)
He know you like the palm of his hands, he knows when you get sad or moody so he cracks some of his unfunny jokes or suggest watching a movie/ cuddle or take a walk till you decide you need to talk to him about it, he is always giving you space and doesn't push you too much to talk about it
T = Talking (What do they like to talk about?)
Almost everything! He can talk to you about history, sports, TV shows, little gossip here and there sometimes! Besides before you two became lovers you were also best friends once.
U = Understanding (How well do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?)
Martin is the most empathetic person when it comes to people he loves! As I said he is a man of actions so he always observe first to know what's the matter or how he could help you with it and then decide to engage
V = Value (How important is the relationship to them? What is it worth in comparison to other things in their life?)
Besides his family, you are that important to him. He already included you in his future, his family, you are the most important thing for him , he can't imagine living without you.
W = Wedding (When, where, and how do they propose?)
-Maybe in a favorite location of yours, you told him once about your dream wedding and we all know that Martin has this powerful mind to memorize everything so he simply did exactly what you wanted, he tried to be creative in the when though! He is gonna pick the most unpredictable time ever
X = XOXO (How affectionate are they? In public/in private)
-in public not very much, maybe holding your hand on most occasions but in private YES he is such a lover <3
Y = Yearning (How well do they cope when they’re separated from their S/O?
-BADLY!! he will be a mess at home without you by his side and whenever you can't come to a home match for whatever reason he is struggling!
Z = Zeal (Are they willing to go to great lengths for the relationship?)
-He will literally do anything and everything to see your smile. To make you feel safe and appreciated whatever this thing is! He will come off from his comfort zone for you.
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tickletastic · 2 months
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Fear Toxin, Love, and Other Sh*tty Drugs
Fandom: DC
Ship: JayRoy
Warnings: canon typical violence, panic attacks (sort of- after effects of fear toxin?)
Summary: Jason and Roy have a rough night out on patrol in Gotham, nothing goes as planned, and an Arkham breakout is just the cherry on top. (not a whole lot of tickling, i got carried away, cross posted to my AO3 bc I planned a second, non-tickly chapter)
The streets of Gotham had not been kind last night.
The previous night started just as expected, a crime syndicate carelessly offloading giant tin shipping containers of the world’s most dangerous weapons, a plan in the works for them to leave them in crime alley, to leave them with the most desperate people in the city and watch Gotham crumble. It was a kid that had tipped Jason off, just some kid with a shitbag dad who thought Jason could save them, thought Jason could save anyone. Jason found out the rest from some of his undercover contacts, who sounded nearly afraid when discussing the kinds of weapons that would soon reach Gotham’s streets. 
Jason was now waiting, impatient and annoyed, on the corner of a tall building, waiting for the right time to jump into action. The building used to have some mom and pop restaurant on the main floor, one that Jason would frequent after long nights of patrol, when he couldn’t drag his body any further. Apartments were above, but they had been condemned at some point after the restaurant closed down. Now, Jason has a safehouse set up in one of the old rooms, and, though he’d never admit it, he uses Wayne funds to stock the old restaurant with frozen pizzas, chips, mac n cheese, and other snacks for the kids that wander by, hoping that they’ll find food somewhere like this. 
Roy is at his back, eating greasy chips from a tupperware container. Jason had insisted that Roy didn’t need a patrol snack, but, after caving in, he made sure, at least, that the snack wouldn’t be so loud. If it weren’t for Roy, Jason would’ve lunged into the action by now, not caring if the syndicate dealt him a broken leg or a dislocated jaw while he took down enough of them to get the weapons somewhere far from here. Roy had always been the patient one, and he manages to keep Jason’s irritability at a low by talking about some book he wanted to read.
The crimes are cresting, the final load now on Gotham’s dock, a sound of trucks in the distance. Now would be the best time, Roy can see every opportunity laid out in front of him, but then Oracle’s voice is ringing out over the comms, panicked and urgent, announcing that tonight, some random fucking night that was just supposed to involve stopping petty robberies and killing a syndicate boss, was the seemingly biannual Arkham breakout. 
Roy and Jason are caught in a heated, whispered debate, Jason thinking they should strike before some goofy D list villain can come interrupt them, but Roy thinks it’s too unpredictable now, that they should return the following week, when Jason knows the syndicate planned to do inventory of their new stash. Jason stands up, Roy grabbing him by the leg of his pants, just as Oracle makes another announcement, the silence between Roy and Jason so tense that it could be broken in half. Roy’s heart started to beat faster, his palms suddenly sweaty where he gripped his bow, the world around them suddenly a cacophony of noise. In spite of the precautions, the two-foot thick concrete walls, and the fucking manual entry external lock system for the cell, he had gotten out too. 
Jason tensed, but otherwise showed no emotion towards the situation– no reaction to the fact that the man who killed him is roaming the same Gotham streets that he is. It was always like this when it came to the Joker, Jason always tensed up and pushed people away, claiming he’s okay until the second he’s not.
Bruce had a protocol for this exact situation– Jason would be moved to Star City, or JL Tower, or Central City, or even the Amazons– just as far as Bruce could get him as quickly as possible. Then, Tim would find Bruce, Duke, or Steph, and stick to them like glue. Damian was expected to find Dick and stick by his side, but that was more of a formality of the plan, since Damian was usually glued to Dick’s side on patrol anyways.
Jason had never been aware of the plan, too stubborn to ever leave in the face of danger, too eager to throw himself back into fear. Sometimes, Wally would come, taking Jason back to Dick’s apartment in Bludhaven despite Jason’s displeasure and squirming. Sometimes, it would be Diana, or “Aunt Di,” as the Robins had always called her, and Jason couldn’t help but agree to whatever she asked, still awestruck by her presence. One, it was even Hal and Barry, Barry gushing about having gone back in time and seeing a Shakespeare play at the Globe. Usually, though, it was Roy calling Jason, coaxing him back to Star City by faking some non-emergent emergency or begging for Jason to help Lian with a spelling test. Usually it was Roy, but Roy was in Gotham tonight. Roy was in Gotham and he would have to physically pry Jason from the roof to get him to give up the sting he had been planning, and there would be nothing that would convince him that his life, his sanity, might be more important for the time being. 
Nothing except for Oracle’s frantic voice, followed by Nightwing’s– Red Robin hasn’t reported, and nobody’s seen him for at least half an hour, caught up in the noise of the Arkham breakout. They have no clue where he is, and, before Oracle can formulate a plan, or even examine the situation with his non-functioning tracker, Jason is hastily grappling from building to building, searching the database in his helmet for a list of every abandoned warehouse in Gotham. 
The communications system is entirely silent, creeping on as each of the bats scramble to understand where Red Robin would have gone, how they had managed to lose track of him for so long. Roy gives panting, out-of-breath updates periodically, telling of the buildings Jason has checked, falling behind as Jason throws himself from rooftop to rooftop. 
Oracle’s gasp rings out over the speakers, hollow and practically shouting, “we have CCTV! The car manufacturing place on the East Side, the corner of 2nd and Church– Hood is the closest!”
“No!” Bruce shouts over the comms, the worried ebb in his voice coming out more like Bruce than Batman, “Signal and I are not much further, we’re on our way.” 
“Absolutely not, 30 minutes is more than enough time for the clown. I’m not letting another fucking Robin die tonight,” Jason grits, hauling ass towards the building as soon as he can see it, the car company’s logo practically decaying, peeling off the building’s facade. 
“Arsenal, do not let Red Hood enter,” Bruce grits over the line, a hardened command, before his voice softens, “please, don’t let him go in.”
Bruce sounds the most scared Roy has ever heard him, and Roy is terrified. He’s desperately trying to keep up with Jason, throwing himself recklessly over the edges of roofs and down rusty fire escapes, but the distance keeps growing. 
“Jay, I can’t keep up,” Roy shouts, a desperate tone, almost a plea, “Jason Peter Todd, you better not go in without me, you better fuckin’ not.”
“It’s him or me,” Jason grunts, “it’s him or me, and I’m not letting him kill another fucking kid.” 
Jason disappears from Roy’s vision, dropping from the sky, and Roy curses, desperately trying to catch up. When he finally drops from the roofs himself, Jason isn’t there, and the door to the warehouse is wide open, dented where a heavy boot kicked it in. Roy rushes in, zeroing in on the direction of the noises he’s hearing– loud clanging and snotty begging– but there’s another door in the way, another door between him, Jason, Tim, and the monster.
“Fuck- fuck! Jason, let me in!” He screams, throwing his body against the door, desperately trying to make a dent as he bangs and kicks and yells. Over the comms, his own voice, shaky and desperate, shouts to the bats, “he’s in there! He’s fucking in there and I can’t get in, I don’t know what’s happening!”
Roy isn’t calm enough to hear any of the responses, breathing heavily, fighting the encroaching panic. He takes one of his explosive arrows, backing up until he thinks he’ll be able to take the door off its hinges with his shot. He lines it up, shaking in spite of all the practice he’s had, all the years he’s spent protecting himself, protecting Jason. There’s a thick thud heard from the other side of the door, and a staticky buzzing playing out in the building, and Roy sees plumes of smoke seep out from the door’s cracks, he hears maniacal laughter announcing itself, the sound of metal dragging on concrete. 
“Jason, if you can hear me, tell me if there’s someone on the other side of this door,” Roy tries to sound commanding, supportive, but his voice is betraying him, hoarse as he shouts, “Jason, I’m going to blow this thing to shreds, I need you to fucking answer me!”
There’s crashing on the other side of the door, noises that sound pained, gasps and shouts and pleas. Roy starts screaming Jason’s name again and again, desperately hoping he has clearance to blow the door to pieces. He finally backs up, aiming again at the rusted, bolted door, when it swings open, Roy hearing the voice over his comms and in person simultaneously. 
“We’ve got them,” Nightwing announces, and he emerges with Tim over his shoulder, gas masks on both of their faces. Despite the masks, Tim looks less than conscious, slack where he hangs over his older brother’s shoulder.
“Where the fuck is Jason?” Roy asks, shaky and scared, caught somewhere between vomiting or hyperventilating, “please, Dick, please don’t tell me-”
Bruce emerges, the sweat on his face visible between the cowl and his own air mask, one arm under Jason’s knees and the other under his back. Unlike Tim, Jason’s eyes are wide open, frantic, while he shakes violently in Bruce’s grip, muttering horrified under his breath. 
“Why isn’t he wearing a mask? Dick, why isn’t Jason wearing a mask?” Roy shouts, hysterical, “Jason, Jace, are you okay? What the fuck happened?”
When Roy approaches, Jason flinches away with a piercing scream, fighting desperately to get out of Bruce’s grip, seemingly terrified. 
“It was fear toxin, Arsenal,” Bruce responds with a grunt, working hard to keep Jason in his grasp, “Jason was given a direct dose, the mask wouldn’t have helped.”
“What the fuck will help? He looks terrified, what is he seeing? What did that fucker do to him? Where the fuck is he?”
Dick takes a second to turn around, having begun making his way to the front door, “Arsenal, the Joker’s dead.”
Roy just gapes, obediently following Bruce and Dick out the door, hoping to god that the bat won’t use this as another opportunity to ice Jason out, hoping the bats have some hidden remedy to Jason’s current paranoia.
The Batmobile awaits them outside when they get out, the Gotham streets feeling quieter than they had when Roy entered, his heart beating in his ears. The Batmobile is small on the best of days, but Roy ends up taking Damian back to the docks and equipping him with enough padding for a skydiving mission, strapping him securely to the back of Jason’s motorcycle before climbing on. Jason would never forgive him if he left the bike in crime alley anyways, knowing a bit too much about crime alley kids and their penchant for stealing expensive tires.
By the time the two are back at the manor, Tim and Jason are in separate medical rooms, Tim out cold, hooked up to machines galore, and Jason fighting with everything left in him to escape the room. He still has the same terrified look in his eyes, and he’s begging, over and over, not to die, crying for help as if he’s back in Ethiopia. 
Roy can hear Bruce trying to shush him, saying comforting, paternal things in Jason’s ear in spite of the physical force he’s using to keep Jason in the room. “You’re not there, Jay. You’re home, you’re with your dad.”
In spite of the comfort, Jason keeps thrashing, tears freely streaming down his face. Roy looks on from outside for a moment, scared that he’ll make it all worse for Jason if he tries to intervene. 
Roy visibly jumps when a voice sounds from next to him, turning to see Dick, discowled but otherwise still in his costume, his brow furrowed, “we gave him the antidote, but it’s going to take a couple hours. The Joker gave him three times what Scarecrow would have, and strapped the mask to his face so he’d have to breathe it all in.”
“Fuck,” Roy sighs, rubbing over his face with one of his hands, “there’s nothing we can do until then? We can’t just let him go through this.”
Dick sighs, mirroring Roy’s tense expression, “Bruce is trying, I’ve tried, you can give it a shot? Maybe you’ll be able to remind him he’s older than he was back then, that might break the illusion, at least a little bit.”
“Okay, yeah,” Roy says, dropping his hands to his sides, “yeah, I’ll try.”
Dick gives him a reassuring pat on the back before entering the room, dropping his voice to say something hushed to Bruce. Bruce nods, turning to glance at Roy, exhaustion written all over his face. He motions for Roy to enter, and, once he’s sure Roy could hold his own, exits with Dick. 
“Hey, Jay,” Roy says, just above a whisper, “Jay, it’s Roy.” 
Jason is silent now, entire body shaking violently, entire face painted with terror. He’s got a thousand yard stare, seemingly aware that someone is in the room, but looking past Roy. 
“I’m going to come closer, Jason,” Roy announces, stepping towards Jason as if he were some scared animal, because, in some way, he is.
Roy is afraid to touch Jason, afraid that it would trigger him to fight off whatever the hallucinations are making Roy look like. What does he do when Lian’s scared? How does he get her back to sleep when she thinks there’s something lurking in the darkness of the bedroom?
Roy tries to touch Jason as little as possible, maneuvering him so he’s at least close to the edge of the bed. He then rounds the bed to the other side, dropping the weird hospital handle softly so it doesn’t block his way, lying down on one side. He laughs a bit to himself under his breath, trying to shed the shyness from the possibility that one of the other nosy bats could walk in at any time. 
Softly, just loud enough to break the room’s silence, Roy starts to sing Total Eclipse of the Heart, melodic and sweet, like he would sing to Lian when she got scared and crawled between him and Jason in their bed. Roy gets through three quarters of the song before he notices Jason’s shoulders are no longer tensed, that he’s leaning against the bed voluntarily.
Just as Roy is about to start his lullaby rendition of Faithfully, Jason slumps, turning his head. His face is still covered in nervous sweat, and Roy still gets a sense that Jason is not really seeing him, but Jason tries for a hoarse whisper, “R-roy?”
Roy reaches out carefully, easing Jason so his back is on the bed, so he can maneuver them so Roy is holding him, Jason’s head listening to Roy’s heartbeat. “It’s me, Jaybird. Just close your eyes, it’ll all be over soon.” 
Roy feels the spot Jason occupies on his chest getting damp, and starts to run a hand up and down Jason’s back. “I c-can’t stop seeing him. He’s here, he’s g-going to kill me.”
Roy shakes his head, though Jason doesn’t see it, “he can’t hurt you, Jay. He’s gone, and I’d never let him.”
Roy is not entirely sure if Jason believes him, not sure if Jason even knows where he is, but he keeps singing until Jason is shaking a little less, until his breathing has evened out and the spot on his shirt starts to dry. 
When Jason wakes up the next morning, feeling like he has the worst hangover of his life, he coughs hard and long until he’s being manhandled upright, a glass brought to his lips. Dick is helping him drink before passing him a handful of pills. Jason has no clue what any of them are, just that he’ll swallow all of them dry if it means he won’t have to deal with the headache and the nausea anymore. Instead, he feels almost instant drowsiness, and he falls asleep yet again. 
The next time he wakes up, the pain is mostly gone, though there’s something foggy in how he’s perceiving everything around him. He hoists himself up so that he can see the entire room, sitting on the edge of the bed. Sitting with his legs open on the floor, facing the bed, is Roy, reading Jason’s well-worn copy of Pride and Prejudice. 
“Didn’t know you knew how to read,” Jason tries to joke, but his voice doesn’t work the way he wanted it to, coming out garbled and hoarse. “What the fuck happened to me?”
Roy looks up, a soft smile on his lips when he sees how different Jason is from last night, “you don’t remember?” 
“Ran into a warehouse,” Jason shrugs.
“And after that?”
“Not a lick.”
To Jason, Roy has a weird glint in his eye, a slight strain in his brow, “I honestly think that’s for the best, Jaybird.” 
Jason rolls his eyes, sore as he picks himself up from the bed. He goes to where Roy is sitting and plops himself in between his boyfriend’s legs, his back to Roy’s chest. “You know, it’s pretty fucked up not to tell me what I experienced first-hand.”
It's Roy’s turn, now, to roll his eyes. He sighs, putting Jason’s book off to the side and hugging Jason tight, his chin on Jason’s shoulder, “it was fear toxin. Fear toxin, you, Tim, and the Joker.”
“Fuck,” Jason sighs, “of fucking course it was.”
“You’re fine, Tim’s fine, everything is alright,” Roy says, running soft fingers through Jason’s hair, curly and unruly from his sleep. 
Jason turns his head to the side, making quick, anxious eye contact with Roy, “I think I’ll take your word for it.” 
“You better.” Roy has a mischievous smile on his face, one that Jason can’t see, but he senses the shift in tone, feels Roy’s fingers migrating down to his tummy. He’d rather huff fear toxin for a second, even third time than admit it, but sometimes, when he feels the fear thrumming in his veins, feels like if he’s not touching Roy then he’ll disappear, that he’ll be underground at 15 again, he yearns for Roy’s soft fingers, his teasing touch that ebbs all the fear from Jason’s system. 
When the fingers start to move, Jason doesn’t even try to hold back, giggling freely into the sleeve of the old Gotham Academy hoodie he’d been put into sometime last night. Roy’s fingers tickle in teasing circles around his belly button, clawing at the skin. 
“C’mon,” Roy says, his voice dripping with the sickeningly sweet softness he always showed Jason at times like this, times when Jason would just accept it rather than prickling away from it, “I want to hear you.”
Jason blushes a light pink, his face heating up, but he moves his hands from his face in favour of lightly grasping Roy’s wrists. “Yohou’re a dick!”
“Oh am I?” Roy’s voice rumbles in Jason’s ear and Jason squeaks, throwing his head back. Roy is grinning so hard it almost hurts, and he kisses the top of Jason’s forehead. Jason scrunches his nose, shaking his head back and forth. 
Roy leaves soft kisses down Jason’s neck, his hands moving up to draw soft shapes over Jason’s sides. Jason’s giggles are bubbly and uninhibited, letting Roy explore. He starts to squirm when Roy’s fingers nearly reach his ribs, scratching just below and eliciting a snort and an embarrassed whine. 
Jason leaves his neck wide open, and Roy takes the opportunity to give him a raspberry, Jason kicking his legs out with a squeal, on the verge of real laughter. Roy makes sure his fingers stay just soft enough, his lips just teasing enough, to have Jason giggling himself silly, happily leaning in to the redhead.  
Roy’s fingers slow a bit, wanting Jason to hear everything he’s about to whisper, “you don’t even know how fuckin’ glad I am that you’re alright.”
Jason’s blush grows hotter, feeling another wave of shyness creeping up. He moves his head to give Roy a kiss on the cheek, his boyfriend’s blush almost matching his, just to even the playing field and all. “I’m soho glad you’re hehere.”
Roy smiles before leaning in for a proper kiss, his fingers just barely grazing over Jason’s sensitive spots. When they both pull away, breathless and awestruck, they’re wearing matching goofy grins, Jason still giggling under his breath. 
Jason spots his book again and uses the very tips of his fingers to pull it close enough for him to pick up. He places it into one of Roy’s hands, smiling mischievously at Roy’s confusion. “Nohow read to mehe, asshole!”
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When S/O dropped Donnie's mutagen canister Part 2
Donatello x fem!reader
Recap: s/o dropped Donnie's mutagen canister and he got mad at her for it, which he didn't mean to. now he has to find a way to reconcile with her.
Read Part 1 here
Genre: comedy, fluff ending
Lord, forgive the poor 6'8 foot turtle for being this clueless despite being the brains out of his brothers.
He's a mutant. Just guide him fr. Tell him what to do, the poor thing.
The turtles had no experience interacting with humans - humans are hard to understand in terms of personality, emotions, actions and interests. There's a lot but that was all the author can list down.
When Donnie became the first turtle brother to become intimately involved with a mate, a human, he was so thrilled he went up to Raph's face which pissed off the red masked turtle more. He had to tackle down his braniac brother but it didn't work when Donnie just chuckled like he was 10 years old.
You and Donnie were happily together for 8 months, so there weren't a lot to uncover between their relationship since you were working all week and only visited the lair at night or weekends. You won't likely see them at night since they're either patrolling or fighting off criminals far from their lair.
You both had disagreements but it never escalated to arguments or fights. The mutagen spill was not even close to an argument; it was only Donnie lashing out on you and you were too emotionally exhausted to respond.
'The highway looks good right now' You'd think once a while. (A/N: im sorry i had to. my intrusive thoughts won this round)
Donnie was pacing back and forth in the living room with Mikey sipping on his soda drink watching his smart brother contemplating a plan before going to you. He's just mumbling the possibilities and the outcome in case you reject his forgiveness.
While he racks his brain, Mikey has had enough, throws his paper cup and does the unexpected; smacking Donnie's face and he stopped. Completely.
"Did you just-"
"You can kill me later, D, but while you waste time mumbling gibberish or whatever language you use in that lab, y/n could be dead as we speak."
Raph, who heard the whole conversation, tried to intervene. "Oi, numbnuts. Stop with that crap or you'll make it worse for the idiot."
Donnie's narrowed eyes switched to Raph. "You know, you need to tone down with the nicknames you're giving us. At least come up with a better one." Raph cracked his knuckles but Mikey stepped in between them before it gets worse.
"D, listen, we know how much you love y/n. We love her too. Instead of thinking about what's about to come, why not you start by saying you're sorry to her? All she ever wanted when she came by was you comforting her but Leo did that in your stead. She had a bad day but you made it worse."
It was the first time Mikey ever talks in a serious manner and actually talks with sincerity. No puns, no giggling and not even involving pizza in the conversation.
Leo just finished his self training and found his 2nd and 3rd brothers 'examining' his 4th youngest brother on the medical table. He stood frozen for a while until Mikey yelled out for help which he reacted and jogged to them.
Instead of being serious, Leo watched in amusement. "This better be good."
"Mikey was advising Donnie about what to do for y/n-" Raph started, "-and he didn't even mention pizza. What do we do, Leo? Should we interrogate him?"
Leo faked thinking, tapping his chin. "This sounds serious. We should cut him open. Donnie?"
"All ready." Donnie took out all equipments including a saw and Mikey screamed bloody murder.
"Master Splinter!!" Mikey cried, legs waving about.
Instead of running to their direction, Splinter worked on his Japanese plants and casually smells them. "Play nice, boys." he said without concern for the chaos that's happening.
"Noooo." Mikey basically whimpered by their jokes have gone too far. They all just laughed around the youngest and when they're satisfied, they released him. "Not cool, guys. I was only trying to help. When you held me down like that, I called for reinforcements."
"Oh, who? Ice-cream kitty?" Raph laughed, earnings high-3s from the others. (A/N: just using some characters from 2012 universe)
"Mikey, are you alright?!" Your voice boomed the lair, your untied hair flying around as you ran inside the lair.
You stopped to catch your breath and Donnie's attention turned to you, his beautiful mate. You were dressed casually in joggers, black tank top and an oversized plaid shirt. Your clavicular area was covered in sweat, which says you were running to the lair from Mikey's distressed call.
"y/n," Donnie swallowed. You had long forgotten about what happened and turned to him.
"Hey," you breathed out. "Is your brother okay? Is he hurt?"
"He's fine," Raph answered instead. "We were just messing around."
"You strapped me to the table! That's animal abuse!"
"Oh, you gotta be kidding me!"
Donnie trailed towards you, his eyes looking up at yours since you were on the higher steps of the stairs. "I-I missed you, honey."
You coo'd at the nickname he always calls you and hold his face in your hands. Your noses touched. "I missed you more, munchkin."
He pulled your form into his and dug his face in your neck. "I'm sorry for pushing away when you needed me the most. I was selfish, uptight, and stupid. You're the love of my life and I will never push you away like that again," he sneak a small peck near your collarbone. "Please forgive me." His voice cracks.
"I hate you," that made Donnie's heart stopped for a moment. He was about to pull away to look at you but you pushed his head back and his ears landed where your heart beat was. "I hate that you don't come to me when you had a rough day and kept it bottled up inside. I hate you for trying to solve everything and when it didn't go your way, you beat yourself up for it. I want to hate you but I imagined life without you.. God. I cried everyday thinking you hate me for dropping that mutagen canister."
He felt your hug tigtens and when you sniffed, he forcefully pulled away and saw you crying.
"I hate myself for doing this to you," he wiped away the tears gently from your eyes. "If there's anything I can do, tell me. I'll gladly perform seppuku for you."
All brothers interjected at the same time. You turned to them confused.
"What's a--"
"Donnie!" Leo barked and covered your ears. "Are you insane?! If you do that, who's going to hold her?"
Donnie facepalmed. "Right."
Leo uncovered your ears and it just confuse you even more. "Seriously, what's a--"
"Doesn't matter, honey." Donnie kissed your lips, which you responded immediately, his hands went under your shirt touching your skin. He pulled away and flashed his smile which you missed most.
"I love you. Forever and always."
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