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snowfieldstories · 24 days ago

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Hi hi it's my first time requesting.. and like I'm feeling pretty angsty and bad rn 😞 I was wondering if u cud make smth similar to ur previous fic oh yjh x reader x sp? But like sp instead showers us and just cheers us up after we feel pretty left out and abandoned by everyone so we just go away from the others, and a sprinkle of jealous yjh or kdj (or both :) but u decide!!)

not so alone.

secretive plotter x reader; slight kdj x reader & yjh x reader

warnings: angst with a happy ending

w.c: 2k

a.n: hi beautiful and precious anon! i'm sorry to hear that you're going though a rough time. i'm really happy to have you here visiting my blog, and i hope this fic will lift your spirits a bit (it's like "brilliant star", as requested) ♡ sending love

Once again, you were alone.

Kim Dokja, Yoo Sangah, and Han Sooyoung were in an animated discussion over something as they "watched" over the children, a bug boy and beast girl that threatened to tear each other apart without the adults' notice. Despite the rivalry, their bickering always held an undercurrent of care.

Lee Hyunsung was bumbling his way through a not-date with Jung Heewon. She was most certainly aware, but gained more amusement from pretending otherwise.

Gong Pildu had left to attend to some personal matters. Your sponsor hadn't sent you so much as a word all day.

Even the stoic and reserved bastard, Yoo Joonghyuk, had allowed himself to be dragged away by his very enthusiastic student. Lee Seolhwa observed them with a relaxed smile.

Which left you.

The loneliness was a familiar cold that settled deep in your bones, a chill that never went away. It was a toss up if you felt more isolated or abandoned this time.

You glanced at the tightly-knit groups of conversation. Left out, it was definitely left out.

For some reason, your eyes smarted, a wetness gathering on your lower lashes. You thought maybe it would be better to be abandoned, to be left behind, because this, this exclusion of your presence, felt like a slap in the face.

Well. If they would ignore you, then you would be the first to leave. Before they could leave you for good.

The streets were quiet. You shouldered your pack with no idea where you were headed.

"Why did I think this was a good idea," you mumbled. Life in the apocalypse was hard enough with companions—it was downright treacherous alone.

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is tired of this expression on your face.]

Ah...there he was. At last.

Your face darkened. "Go away, then, if it bothers you."

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is confused.]

Any other day, you might have tried a clever response or jab in return, but today was not your day. The plotter was unaware of your depressing thoughts, and you would not be the one to enlighten him.

You lumbered on in silence.

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' apologizes for his words.]

You stopped in your tracks. Sure he was your sponsor, but did a constellation just apologize to you? An extremely powerful and mysterious constellation, at that.

"Uh, it's fine," you said, flustered. "I'm just...not feeling it today."

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is wondering what might lift your spirits.]

A new set of friends that care, you thought wearily. Out loud, you said, "Something grand. Like a plate of omakase, or a luxury handbag. Or maybe a sports car."

You gave a small smile at something so ludicrous, because this was the middle of an apocalypse, for goodness sake—

POOF!

"...What the hell?!"

Your arm was heavy with a stiff handbag, and a metal rattled inside as you shook it. You smoothed a hand over the ivory crocodile skin, acutely aware of the status of this iconic tote.

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' hopes you enjoy sampling the premium sushi in your new ride.]

You blinked at the message, when a cherry red color caught your eye—parked in the street behind you was a two-seat Ferrarigini. Your mouth dropped open.

"This is too much," you said faintly. Did he want something in return?

Your traitorous feet carried you to the car, and you noted the huge, neatly wrapped box resting in the passenger seat. A pair of chopsticks were laid on top.

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is glad that you like the gifts.]

"I don' wan' 'em," you said, cheeks already stuffed with nigiri. "Take 'em back."

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is amused.]

You popped some of the uni in your mouth and nearly moaned in delight. Where did he even get this? Did the Japanese constellations have a master chef among the stars? You cleared out another row, the soft texture melting in your mouth. "Just feed me from now on, and I'll be plenty satisfied."

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' says that can be arranged.]

"What—" you blanched. "No, I didn't really mean it. I know you're my sponsor, but should you be doing all of this?"

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is ignoring your protests.]

A wider smile settled loose on your face. "Well, at least take back the handbag. It's gorgeous...but a bit impractical for fighting."

You sighed internally at parting with such a bag; if this world hadn't fallen into ruin, then people would have to pry that beauty from your cold, dead hands.

There was a flash. The bag disappeared as something heavier weighed on your shoulder. You now possessed a sturdy hiking pack, much sturdier than the one you previously purchased from the Dokkaebi Bag back in the third scenario.

You considered asking the plotter to exchange the car for black, but decided it didn't matter. A noisy sports car would attract more attention than the red would, anyway. And the red was cute.

"Thank you. I do feel better now."

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' likes to see you happy.]

Something hot and pleasant dropped in your stomach.

The relationship between you and your sponsor wasn't exactly normal, as the others so often pointed out. Most of them mentioned it teasingly, but Kim Dokja always spoke about it in a tight voice, and his unease was more than enough to make you cautious.

But that caution crumbled bit by bit as the plotter cemented himself as the only willing and steady presence in your life.

You sat in the driver's seat of the Ferrarigini, propping your legs above the wheel. Another flash dropped a second wrapped box in your lap, this one bound in red silk with ribbons of gold.

"I'm going to turn into a spoiled brat," you said in giddy disbelief.

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is glad to spoil his brilliant incarnation.]

"The 'brat' part remains to be seen, then." A laugh bubbled from your chest, warm from the praise.

You carefully unwrapped the box to reveal rows of chocolates. Perfectly marbled, smooth chocolates. You hurriedly tasted a milky brown one, and this time, a sound really did leave your throat as the decadent sweet met your tongue.

In the center of the box was a heart-shaped chocolate, a deep red like your new car. It was unique from the others. Just as you reached for it, the air crackled with status.

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is warning you not to eat that one now!]

"Why not?"

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' says that it is meant to be shared with someone more deserving of you.]

Your brow wrinkled in confusion. "'More deserving of me'? What do you—"

"Why are you lazing around in a luxury car?"

The harsh voice made you flinch. Yoo Joonghyuk strolled up to the driver's side, grabbing the car door as he looked down at you.

"There's nothing else to do," you hedged. It wasn't untrue. The next scenario wasn't for another week, and already, everyone had done enough to prepare.

Yoo Joonghyuk's scowl deepened as he noticed the chocolates. He froze at the sight of your two backpacks. "Explain," he said.

"...I was going to gather items."

['Yoo Joonghyuk' has determined that your words are false.]

Damn him and his 'Lie Detection'. You glimpsed the alarm on Yoo Joonghyuk's face before a message pinged in front of you.

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' wants his incarnation to find people worth her time.]

Yoo Joonghyk's expression went dark. The car door creaked under his fingertips. "What."

"Ah—"

"You found her."

Kim Dokja emerged and you gaped at him, dumbfounded. Were they searching for you?

"What's wrong? Are you okay?" he asked, trailing off upon seeing the chocolates.

You got out of the car, pushing aside Yoo Joonghyuk, and grabbed the nearest backpack. It rattled. Your hand revealed a set of car keys.

The three of you looked at each other in uncomfortable silence.

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is annoyed by the crowded screen.]

"I wasn't far," you said, ignoring your sponsor's words.

Kim Dokja squinted at you, and, not for the first time, you felt uncomfortably exposed under his gaze. Sometimes it felt like he knew your thoughts—knew you—almost better than you knew yourself. Not in the sense that you were predictable, but more as if he had studied you. Intimately. You couldn't help but fix your attention on the distant buildings instead.

"Let's head back," he murmured. Warm hands settled around your arms to guide you.

You escaped his hold. "I'm fine right here."

Kim Dokja jerked like you'd burned him. His mouth opened, at a loss for words. It was rare to see him so speechless.

"Where did you get this stuff?" asked Kim Dokja.

"Her sponsor, no doubt," said Yoo Joonghyuk snidely.

Something intensified in Kim Dokja's face. "Is that true? Did the Secretive Plotter give you these things?"

"I—"

"We should burn them."

Your irritation focused on the interrupting regressor. How awfully rude, to speak as if you weren't even there.

"Yoo Joonghyuk," said Kim Dokja. "We don't want to make unnecessary enemies."

"So?"

"I agree, it's shady. But we can't be hasty..."

"I have flames." He did? "Let me take care of this now."

"You sunfish bastard, you really—"

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is smirking at this nonsensical argument.]

Both men went rigid at the message. They wore equal expressions of scorn and turned to you, as if you were to blame.

"Did you really need to send that to everyone here?" you hissed at the plotter.

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is watching you idly.]

You rubbed your forehead. "Look, I think I need to sort some things out before rejoining you all. And I'm keeping my stuff; if you try to destroy it, then I'm punching you both in the face."

The plotter's eagerness at your words was something you could practically feel, even lightyears away.

"...Sure. That's fine," Kim Dokja said, his nostrils flaring as he turned his head to the side. "Can—can we expect to see you again soon?"

You squeezed the strap of your backpack. "I don't know. Maybe by the next scenario."

The tension coiled throughout Kim Dokja's body was obvious. But he nodded anyway.

"Keep yourself safe. Having a sponsor can't guarantee your well-being." Kim Dokja's neutral face cracked to reveal a slight frustration. "Especially if you have an...atypical one."

Before you could turn away, his hand caught your wrist. It felt urgent. Warm. He spoke your name slowly, as if savoring the syllables on his tongue.

"I'll be waiting for your return."

The warmth of his hand must be highly contagious, because it spread rapidly up the back of your neck to your cheeks.

"Y—yes," you managed. "Until then."

He let you go. You felt the heat of his fingers long after.

Yoo Joonghyuk, who had remained wordless and watchful throughout the exchange, declared that he would remain with you on your journey.

You rolled your eyes. "No thanks."

His mouth twitched down.

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' says not to worry.]

[The constellation 'Secretive Plotter' is more than enough to protect what is his.]

Kim Dokja let out an angry noise. Yoo Joonghyuk's face shuttered.

Damn it, why did he choose to say the worst things? It's as if he was purposefully trying to rile them up. Still, you couldn't help but feel cheered by the strong, open companionship of your sponsor.

"I'll be going now," you said quickly.

You had the great plotter on your side, despite what Kim Dokja thought about him; Yoo Joonghyuk was lurking in your peripheral, his presence like a guard dog of shadows as he waited for you to depart; and Kim Dokja, standing beside him, was expecting your return.

Already, your unhappy heart was lifting in spirits. If these three took notice of your absence so quickly, and responded with such concern, then maybe the rest of the group would miss you as well...? Taking some time to yourself would hopefully give you clarity about your burdensome thoughts.

With a contented hum, you turned the key and the car purred to life. The weight on your shoulders lightened with each kilometer you drove further away.

a/n: heyy sugar daddy plotter....i'd like a birkin and sports car as well? or even just the sushi? definitely the sushi 😭

I left the ending kind of ambiguous. It didn't feel right to end with the reader returning to the group as if nothing was wrong, because these are some heavy feelings. I tried to make it feel hopeful! (they still very obviously care for you)

#orv #omniscient reader's viewpoint #orv fanfic #orv x reader #kim dokja x reader #yoo joonghyuk x reader #secretive plotter x reader #kim dokja #secretive plotter #yoo joonghyuk #omniscient reader novel #replied #orv webtoon #snowfieldstories

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taeaura · 5 months ago

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Thomas {Hewitt}'s Interests

From a gal who's hyper fixating on this franchise

So..I'd like to preface this by saying I do not live nor have ever lived in the Deep South or Midwest. BUT, I do visit the midwest often - which doesn't mean much but give me grace 😭🙏

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Bone Collecting

I used to collect bones when I'd visit my grandparents up in the mountains - It was fun. I feel like he'd do the same {given his 'role'}. We already know he collects ears, teeth, eyeballs, even heads - and most definitely skin; So why not bones? He probably collected bones when he was younger - Maybe with Henrietta, if they happened to be close.

I like to imagine he has a box or shelf full of his 'collections'; He's got a whole museum in there I guarantee it. Some bugs, bones, bone fragments, hides, teeth, claws, rocks n' geodes, all sorts of naturally-occurring treasures.

General Foraging

In TCM 2003, Thomas is seen wearing rings which I doubt are his {though, they fit him pretty well}. He probably stole them from a victim - And he most definitely kept that engagement ring from Kemper. He'll take clothes, jewelry, books, photographs, toys, drawing utensils, wildflowers, bugs, abandoned artifacts, anything he likes really. He'd go HAM in a thrift shop, trust. I've been to thrift shops in the midwest - They are gold; Lots of old pictures, some racist things {which I do NOT thing are gold}, old jewelry, lots of gemstones, bones, license plates, clothes {obviously}, letters, toys, paintings / posters, vinyls, CDs, furniture, old guns, bullet shells, all kinds of forgotten treasures. I think Tommy would like it if the store was empty..

Sewing

This one's obvious - Thomas uses sewing as a form of catharsis; A way to transform himself just as he transforms the scraps of leather. We see his sewing machine in his room, along with mannequins and mannequin heads; Indicating sewing is something he does often. I doubt he only makes mask - Maybe casings, potential jewelry; He'd definitely make something for his partner or a close friend..not so much the family considering they aren't..the most grateful or encouraging.

His {The Family's} Animals

Despite his busy schedule, I'm sure Thomas likes to spend time with the animals on the Hewitt property. The canon animals {that we've seen so far} include Monty's dog {unnamed canonically}, three pigs, and a few chickens. Now, I know there's gonna be a crowd that spews "But Thomas worked in a slaughterhouse!! He wouldn't take kindly to animals!1!1!1!!" Just because I eat meat doesn't mean I don't adore animals - The meat I eat is from a dead animal. I'm quite literally eating its cooked carcass. Thomas is doing the same - Only he's doing the dirty work firsthand.

I don't know how connected he'd be to Monty's dog - considering that dog is with Monty all. the. time. - But he'd be really connected to the 'livestock'. The pigs don't seem too old - not piglets per se but not fully grown either. I assume Thomas or Luda Mae collect the eggs, meaning Thomas sees the animals quite a lot. He doesn't seem like the type to show too much physical {or verbal} affection - But his primary executions are through observation and care. {I headcanon his love languages as acts of service and quality time; Though he appreciates receiving words of affirmation.} He keeps the animals clean, well-fed, and healthy; Whilst occasionally spending time with them outside his daily chores.

Music

Okay, so ! I've been contemplating Thomas' music taste for a bit now, {previously posted about it} and I have a few inklings I'll try to share:

I've seen many people headcanon Thomas as a 'Kernel' {unofficial name for a Korn fan}; And while I love Korn myself, I don't see Thomas in the same light. Maybe he'd like some of their songs, but I envision him as an occasional nu-metal listener. Type O Negative reminds me of Tommy a lot - Don't know why. I don't think he'd listen to them a TON - But more often than Korn, maybe. If we look back to TCM 2003 from 37:10 to 37:20, Thomas plays something of the metal / rock genre. More heavy-metal than anything in MY opinion. Let's forget about timelines for a minute whilst we walk through this.

I previously stated that Thomas would potentially like bands such as Mortician, Alice In Chains, maybe SoundGarden, Metallica, Black Sabbath?, Pantera, Cannibal Corpse, Megadeth - Bands similar to these as well. This might be controversial but I don't think Thomas would mind country music. Hell, I think he'd listen to some Johnny Cash or The Highwaymen if it came on - Some classic, soulful country. It's not like his momma blasts it or anything...

Continuing on the family note; Skynyrd. That's all I have to say.

In all actuality; I'm sure Hoyt's music taste rubs off on Thomas a bit - I'm sure Thomas prefers metal, but he'll listen to rock just the same. Maybe a little Elvis, Skynyrd, AC/DC here and there; He's not too fussy.

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Anway, ramble ramble, yappa yappa; This has gone on long enough - But I'd happily make more if the people want it {😈🙏}

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Take care 🫀

#tcm 2006 #tcm #tcm 2003 #leatherface #thomas hewitt #thomas brown hewitt #texas chainsaw 2003 #texas chainsaw massacre #texas chainsaw the beginning #the texas chainsaw massacre #the texas chainsaw 2003 #the texas chainsaw 2006 #texas chainsaw massacre 2006 #texas chainsaw #texas chainsaw massacre 2003 #I love him

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the-teufort-nine · 7 months ago

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Ignore this if you’re uncomfortable with it no worries. Can we do an reader x merc (particularly medic, sniper, engie, demo, spy, and maybe heavy) Where they find reader greening out (super pale/passing out) and the mercs have to “save” you? Establish relationship please! Super hurt/comfort! I need a pick me up after a bad bad sesh.

anon you're so real for this. The one and only time i tried weed i greened out so bad that it scared me off drugs 4 ever (don't do edibles in the woods kids!)

I hope this makes u feel a bit better. get plenty of rest & water <3

Mercs x GN!Reader | Too Much THC

ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ Hurt/Comfort | SFW | Cw: drugs, bad trip, thc overdose symptoms, vomiting ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ

Featuring:

Medic, Sniper, Engie, Demo, Spy, and Heavy

Scenario: When Respawn goes down for a routine bug check and maintenance, Reader decides to take advantage of the ceasefire to partake in some of Pyro's "special" brownies. However, things take a bad turn when the fire bug's edibles turn out to be too much for them to handle.

🕊️+Medic+🕊️

"Y/N? Taube, are you in here?"

The effort it took to pry your eyes open was truly Herculean, though you couldn't, for the life of you, remember when it was you'd actually closed them. Nausea made your vision swim, and despite your best efforts, you couldn't respond to your boyfriend's concerned voice. Words seemed beyond your capabilities, as was doing more than slowly blinking your eyes.

You were in the medbay, slouched down on the floor with your back pressed against a frigid metal cabinet. With great, great difficulty, you recalled that you'd stumbled in here when you began to realize that something was wrong, hoping to find Medic tending to his birds or riling up the living bread loaf he kept in a large jar, or whatever the hell it was he did on your rare days off. However, the medbay had been empty, and your legs had decided that they'd had enough of holding your weight.

"Y/N? Pyro told me you looked as though you vere going to be sick before you ran off, and zhat zey haven't been able to find you since. Please tell me you're in here, because ve searched the rest of ze base and I don't think I could handle you getting stuck inside ze walls again."

The tiled floor in front of you was starting to look like a choppy ocean, so you squeezed your eyes shut and knocked your head back against the cabinet behind you. It made a dull 'thud', and you heard the sound of footsteps approaching you.

Success had never felt so headache inducing.

"Ach! Mein liebling, are you okay?" Medic's voice was suddenly right next to you, and you jolted slightly, eyes opening in panic.

Your boyfriend was crouched next to you, an extended hand held aloft in the air as he waited for you to settle. When your breathing evened out once more, he gently wrapped and arm around you, frowning when he felt how cool you were to the touch. Even through your uniform, the doctor could feel that you were much colder than you should be, especially given the New Mexico heat that permeated throughout the rest of the base.

"I think I'm paralyzed." You responded, eyes moisiting as you leaned into the touch, "M' legs stopped working when I tried to find you."

"Y/N, I promise you're not paralyzed. You're simply having an adverse reaction to ze cannabis you ingested." Medic soothed, before slightly jabbing the back of one of your knees. You kicked out with a yelp, drawing a slight chuckle from him, "See?"

Unfortunately, you were feeling more than a little sensitive at the moment, and it only took a moment before tears filled your eyes.

"Don't laugh at me!" you warbled, lip wobbling a bit as you voiced your hurt feelings.

The look of amusement on Medic's face was wiped off the instant he saw your tears, and he quickly shifted into damage control mode.

"Scheiße! Please don't cry, taube, I'm not laughing at you!" he pulled you in closer, letting you rest your head against his chest as he shifted his hold on you, getting ready to pull you to your feet, "Come now, you vill be alright. Let's get you to your room so you can warm up and lie down, ja? I do believe Pyro intends to bring you one of zeir, ah, what's the word, weighted blankets?"

You grabbed a fistful of his shirt and sniffed wetly, grateful that he'd changed into his casual clothes, because the smell of his usual work coat was far too 'hydrogen peroxide and blood' scented for you to handle right now.

"Will you stay with me?" you asked quietly, clinging to him as he helped you become vertical once more. "Please?"

Medic smiled and gently pet your hair, taking the brunt of your weight with little trouble as you staggered up onto your feet. "Of course. I vill stay with you until you feel better, and zhen I vill go kill Pyro for letting you run off by yourself in such a state."

"Mnh, no you can't kill Pyro. No Respawn, 'member?" you muttered into his chest, not wanting to pull away yet, lest the world turn into an optical illusion yet again.

"Ah, verdammt, must have slipped my mind." he tutted, voice tinged with false disappointment, "I suppose I vill simply have to settle vith cuddling you instead."

⎚-⎚⌖Sniper⌖⎚-⎚

"Roo?! Roo?! Bloody 'ell, I swear if you don't wake up, I'm gonna lose my damn mind!"

Consciousness was slow to return to you, but by God did it make sure you knew how much it didn't want to be here. The only indication that you were actually awake, aside from the sound of your boyfriend's panicked voice coming from somewhere above (behind? Christ, you couldn't tell at the moment) came in the form of a disgusting, semi-familiar taste in your mouth; the patented Dustbowl combo of sand and blood.

With a sputtering cough, you managed to pull your hands beneath your prone form and shoved yourself up enough to hack and spit the vile mix out. A shaky sigh of relief came from your boyfriend's direction, wherever that was, and suddenly there were hands patting your back, helping to clear your airways.

"Christ alive, Roo, you nearly gave me a fuckin' heart attack!" Sniper barked, though his voice was filled more with relief than any form of anger, "What the fuck are ya doin' out here?"

"What?" you croaked groggily, rubbing at your aching head, which felt as though it had taken a direct hit from one of Scout's bats. Hadn't you just been on your way to your boyfriend's camper van? "Where'm I?"

"Middle'a the damn battlefield, Roo." Sniper frowned, "Yer right lucky I was nearby an' spotted ya. Dunno how long you've been out here for, but ya look right crook, luv."

You groaned and sat up fully, nearly toppling over as a rush of dizziness washed over you. Sniper was quick to catch you, plonking himself right down in the dust behind you as he drew you in closer, hugging you to his chest. He listened to you breathe for a moment, watching as your face scrunched up as you licked gritty sand out of your blood-stained teeth, the sight reassuring him that you were, in fact, alive. It looked as though you'd somehow managed to fall off one of the nearby bridges, judging by the amount of bruises that were starting to form on your face and arms.

"Fucking Pyro." you hissed, before spitting out another mouthful of blood and dirt, "That is the last time I trust them to make edibles, Jesus Christ."

"Strewth, ya' took one'a the fire bug's eddies?!" Sniper ran a hand through his hair, dislodging his hat slightly, "No wonder ya' fell ass over backwards, you must be greened as all hell! It's a bloody miracle ya' made it this far!"

The australian slid one arm beneath your knees as he adjusted his hold, grunting as he wobbled to his feet. He was hardly the strongest mercenary on your team, but you didn't survive out in the Outback for most of your life, and then survive traveling around with 9 other lunatics to fight and die and fight again in an endless gravel war, without picking up some muscle.

"Right, let's get ya' to Medic. I'm willin' ta bet ya' broke somethin', givin' your right shit luck, darl." Sniper said, eyes flicking over your battered body. While he couldn't see any obvious signs of serious injury, it was obvious that you were in pain. "She'll be alright, Roo. The Doc'll fix ya' up, then you can rest up in the van. Sound good?"

You let out a weak approximation of an agreement, not feeling well enough to form a proper response. Instead, you tucked your face into your boyfriend's neck, smiling slightly when you felt his stubble scratch against your cheek. The scent of coffee and gun oil filled your senses as Sniper started off towards the medbay, and it gave you something to focus on other than the pain that radiated throughout your entire body.

The next time you wanted to get high, you'd just smoke with Sniper. It would be a hell of a lot less painful and embarassing.

🧰🔧Engineer🔧🧰

You were having a heart attack.

Your nails dug into the skin nearest your heart as you fought to calm the erratic organ, your breaths coming in rapid, pained pants. Cold sweat dripped down your neck as you panicked silently, unable to find your voice to call for help, to scream, to do anything. If you could just speak, then perhaps you could get Pyro's attention. The masked mercenary was lounging on their bed only a few feet away, their head tilted back as they gazed up towards the painting of a rainbow unicorn on their ceiling, nodding along slightly to the record the two of you had put on earlier.

The mega baboon heart in your chest, though incredibly useful in battle, was now working against you, the increased rapid blood flow causing you to feel lightheaded. If you didn't do something fast, you were going to pass out.

Taking the deepest breath you could, you attempted to call out to Pyro. Unfortunately, all you managed was a near-silent rasp, the attempt taking more out of you than you'd anticipated. You blinked, and suddenly you were on the ground, Pyro frantically mumbling in front of you. It was harder than usual to pick out their words, especially with how rapidly they were speaking, but you managed to glean that they were frightened by your collapse, and that they were going to go and find your boyfriend.

As quick as a wildfire during the dry season, Pyro left your field of view, throwing open the door to their room and running out. The slam of the door hitting the wall made you flinch, and made you very aware of the fact that you still weren't breathing right.

The panic that had left when you fell unconscious returned full force, and you writhed on the floor as a stabbing sensation radiated out from within your chest. No matter what you did, or how you positioned yourself, the pain would not relent, and your vision began to blur.

"Y/N!"

A southern-tinged voice broke through your panic, and suddenly there was a muscular arm supporting your back, tilting you up slightly. A warm, calloused hand gently rubbed your chest, applying a light pressure.

"Easy now darlin', ah got'cha." Engineer soothed, his own rapid breathing starting to level out. When Pyro had burst into his room in a frenzied panic, yelling about his partner suddenly passing out, he'd run out of there like the Devil himself had been nipping at his heels.

The gentle pressure and familiar voice of your beloved southern boyfriend slowly brought you out of your fear-induced panting. You blinked up at Engineer, a few tears slipping down your cheeks. A gloved hand gently wiped them away.

"There we go, sweetheart. Try'n match my breathin'." he murmured, continuing to stroke your cheek with his thumb, "That's it. You're doin' so good, darlin'."

You finally managed to take a deep breath, sighing in relief when the pain in your chest began to wane.

"Thank you, Engie." you said softly, leaning into your boyfriend's arm. Engineer smiled, and with his goggles pushed up as they were, you could see his eyes crinkle as his mouth turned upwards.

"It was no trouble, doll. I'm just glad you're alright." he said, gently pressing your foreheads together, "Y'gave me 'n Py a helluva fright. I think they just about burst into tears."

"Oh no." you said sadly, managing to sit yourself up as the topic of your conversation finally made it back to the room. Pyro warbled out an apology in between exhausted pants, the arsonist clearly wiped out from the 'fuck off amounts of weed in their system/dead sprinting to Engie's room and back' combo. "Ro-ro, it's okay! We'll just lower the dose next time, yeah?"

Engineer merely shook his head with a laugh as Pyro wheezed against the doorframe, a shaky thumbs up being your only response.

🍾🗡️Demo🗡️🍾

+ Soldier is here too. He's not your boyfriend, but he is boyfriend adjacent most of the time.

Oh dear God, why did no one warn you about the dangers of mixing weed with alcohol?!

"Aye, there ya' go, mo luaidh, just get it allll out." Demo comforted, rubbing your back while sharing a sympathetic look with Soldier.

The two men had invited you to come and drink with them after they had found you lounging on one of the common room couches, and although you were already feeling quite buzzed after hanging out with Pyro, you weren't one to turn down the opportunity to spend time with your two favourite boys.

Unfortunately, the liquor in your stomach had decided to start a war with the edibles already stationed there, and neither of them were being very kind as they knocked you on your ass with the shakes and forced you to upchuck your lunch into the nearest bucket.

"Demo, I think 'm dying." you groaned, before sticking your head back into the bucket, a wave of uncontrollable shivers wracking your body, "Tell Medic he can't experiment on my body, okay?"

Suddenly, you pitched forward, and it was only Soldier's quick reflexes and Demo's hand suddenly snagging the back of your shirt that kept you from face planting into your own vomit.

"Fuck off, yer not dyin'." your boyfriend insisted, though you could, through the sudden wave of dizziness that had assaulted you, hear the worry in his voice, "Ye just had a wee bit too much to drink, that's all."

"Weed's not helpn'." you managed to bite out, before vomiting once again.

"Yer high?! Christ, ah' bloody knew there was somthin' off about'cha!" Demo groaned, smacking his free hand onto his face. Beside him, Soldier grimaced.

"Son, take it from me, it's gonna get worse before it gets better. You WILL feel as though you are in the trenches, but we will help you!" he shouted, before remembering that loud sounds were probably the last thing you needed at the moment, "I could try contacting Merasmus? He made me some kind of wizard voodoo potion that helped me feel better the last time I was higher than an eagle."

"No." was the firm reply from both you and Demo. The last thing you wanted was Merasmus dicking around with his magic while you were greening out.

Another round of shivers ripped through you, making the bucket rattle in your grip as you fought to keep yourself upright. Soldier tucked his arm around your midsection as Demo resumed his back rubs. Their presence grounded you, and you smiled weakly, though neither could see it, since you were still face down in the bucket.

"Thanks, guys." you said, wincing as your stomach turned and your vision swam.

"Do ye want to try an' move to the couch, love?" Demo asked.

"Nah, I think I'd just end up down here again if I tried to stand up." you replied, "Will- will you two stay, though? I know you probably have better things to do, but..."

"Negatory, private! I have never left a man behind, and I will not start now!" Soldier stated, and Demo nodded in agreement.

"Solly's right, a thasgaidh, we're stayin' right here 'till yer all better."

🚬🔪Spy🔪🚬

There was someone in the base.

Now, usually that would be a given; you lived with nine other mercenaries, after all, but this was different. Your teammates were supposed to be out, taking advantage of the ceasefire to get some much needed shopping done. Even your boyfriend, Spy, who usually never accompanied the others, had gone along this time, citing a need to pick up a few things at the local post office. You had decided to stay, since you had been waiting for Pyro's 'special' brownie to kick in, and hadn't wanted to deal with the bustle of Tuefort while you were high.

Now, though, as you stood with your back against the corner of one of the hallways that led to the intel room, your trusty melee weapon clutched in your hands, you were sorely regretting your decision.

You swore you'd seen something moving around the base, always just out of sight. It had sent a thrill of fear through you and put you on high alert. Respawn was down; what if the other team had decided to risk a surprise attack? Take care of one of their enemies permanently? You were all alone, inebriated, with only a close range weapon to defend yourself. Easy pickings.

Swallowing hard, you let your gaze snap back and forth, a snarl pulling at your lips when you saw the air flicker slightly, just for a moment, at the edge of your vision. You whipped around, eyes wide and searching, your ears straining to pick up any possible sounds.

"Y/N?"

A scream tore itself from your lips, and you jerked your weapon up to a defensive position as you turned once more, this time to see-

"Spy?!"

Your boyfriend stood only a few feet away from you, hands raised defensively. You blinked, before shakily lowering your weapon, relief flooding you, "Oh, thank God its just you."

"Were you expecting someone else, mon amour?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

"N- no I just-" you ran a hand through your hair, still feeling a faint prickle of unease dance across the back of your neck, "I kept thinking I was seeing someone moving around the base. I- I think maybe Pyro messed up the dose in their brownies, because I am freaking out."

Spy made a soft sound of concern, and stepped closer, extending a hand to rest on your cheek. You smiled at your lover, but something still felt... off.

'Jesus, I must be greening out bad.' You thought to yourself, leaning into Spy's touch.

"I'm sorry to hear that, mon bijou. Would you like to retire to my quarters? Or, if you'd like, I can bring you to yours?" Spy offered sweetly.

"Yeah, that'd be-" you started, before his words suddenly caught up to you, the weed in your system making you a bit slower to react, "I'm sorry, honey, what did you call me?"

"Mon bijou. A fitting name for someone as beautiful as you."

My jewel. The one name Spy didn't like to call you. He'd never given you the full story, just saying that it was a nickname he associated with an unsavoury character from his past.

This was not your boyfriend.

Swallowing the fear that threatened to overwhelm you, you gave the enemy Spy your best smile. "Aw, you flatter me, darling. Do you mind leading the way? I'm a bit out of it right now."

"But of course." he replied, turning to walk down the hall, fully expecting you to follow him.

The second you were sure he had turned fully, you swung, your melee weapon catching him in the side. The wet shhhhck! of metal cutting through flesh was promptly overtaken by the man's cry of pain and shock. As he crumpled to the floor, his disguise melted away, revealing the colour of your enemy team.

"I FUCKING KNEW IT!" You screamed, arms raised as you gripped your bloodstained weapon tighter. Your breathing picked up as your adrenaline kicked in, your whole body seeming to buzz.

The enemy Spy hissed in pain, his hand instinctively going for his knife, before you swung your weapon down again, barely missing the appendage. Had you not been higher than the moon, the masked man would have been short a hand. Realising he was in a losing battle, and a potentially permanent one at that, your enemy scrambled up and became cloaked once again, racing back down the hall and, presumably, out of your base, leaving a trail of blood splatters as he ran.

With the danger gone, you dropped, shivering and shaking so badly that your weapon rattled loudly against the ground. Your breaths came in shallow, wheezing gasps, and you had to fight to keep your lunch from coming back up. Not knowing what else to do, you curled up in a defensive ball, pressing your swimming head into your knees.

"Y/N! Merde, merde, merde! Y/N! Where are you?!"

You jerked back to awareness, sucking in a breath through your teeth, jaw aching with how long you'd been clenching it. The base was alive once again, though the familiar sounds of chaos seeming much more frantic than usual.

How long had you been dissociating for? Christ, you were lucky that enemy Spy hadn't come back to finish you off.

The sound of rapid footsteps reignited your panic, and you squeezed the handle of your weapon. Had the rest of the enemy team come to finish you off? It sounded like your team was the ones here this time, but how could you be sure? You'd been right last time, after all.

Suddenly, Spy, your Spy, rounded a corner, looking uncharacteristically frazzled. When he spotted you, you could see the relief on his face, plain as day.

No, no you couldn't trust him. What if this was another trick?

"Y/N! Oh, ma moitié, you're okay, thank God. We saw ze blood and-"

"Get back!"

Spy paused, clearly caught off guard by your aggression. Wobbling to your feet, you glared at the man before you, putting all your effort into staying upright. You wouldn't be fooled twice.

"Y/N?"

Your eyes flicked over him, searching for any obvious tells. When none presented themselves, you cautiously stepped forward, weapon extended. Spy eyed you warily, but didn't make any sudden moves. It wasn't hard to piece together that something had happened while they had been gone, and if this was what his partner needed to feel safe, then he would allow it.

Once you were close enough, you roughly tapped the blunt part of your weapon against where you knew you had struck the enemy Spy, watching for any indication of pain. Spy continued to look at you with concern, but the colour of his suit and mask didn't change. This really was your Spy.

A relieved sob tore itself from your throat, and you all but fell into your partner's waiting arms. Spy wrapped his arms around you in an instant, only wincing a little bit as you cried into his suit. This one was less expensive that his usual work wear, and he could excuse it getting a little wet if it was in service of your comfort.

"What happened, mon rayon de soleil? Who has frightened you so?" he questioned, wondering who exactly it was he needed to kill. You didn't scare easy, but considering when he'd left you'd just recently had an edible... well, he wasn't exactly surprised that you were emotional than usual.

You just cried harder, unable to wrangle your emotions. Everything was just too much, and you justed wanted the comfort of your boyfriend and teammates.

As if reading your thoughts, Spy gently maneuvered you so that you could lean on him and walk down the bloodied hall, "Shhh, shhh, it's okay, petit tigre. You don't have to speak now. Let us get back and let ze others know you're okay before zey tear ze base down looking for you."

You nodded weakly, and this time, you let the man lead you down the hall.

✊🥪Heavy🥪✊

"This was poor choice, yes?"

You squinted at your boyfriend, trying your best to look ticked off from your place beneath a mountain of blankets. You were already suffering, did he have to rub it in?

Now, to be fair, you did make a poor choice recently. That poor choice being the decision to eat three of Pyro's weed brownies. At the time, it had seemed like a good choice. What better way to spend a lazy ceasefire day than by getting high with your buddy? Well, things had quickly gone sideways when you realized that Pyro had no idea of how much was too much when it came to THC, and thus the two of you were now high as balls and greening out hard.

"Yes." you muttered, snuggling down deeper in your blanket nest as you continued to hold Heavy's hand. You'd been holding onto it for the past half hour, having asked the giant to hold your hand when you'd started to get scared, only to grip his hand like you were making a business deal.

"Hmm, good. Heavy does not think лапушечка will make the same mistake again." your boyfriend mused. "Would you like snack?"

"I do," you started, squinting harder as you tried to sit up, "but I can't move. My bones are soup."

"Do not worry. Heavy will fix."

Suddenly, you were being picked up by the back of your shirt, not unlike a kitten. Heavy sat you on his lap, letting you rest against his broad chest. He produced a bag of pretzels, and your eyes locked onto the salty snack, your stomach growling. You attempted to lift your arms, but your limbs had decided to go on strike.

Seeing your struggle, your boyfriend took pity on you. Heavy fished out a few of the pretzels and placed them in your mouth. Processed grain and salt had never tasted so damn delicious.

"I love you." you sighed, leaning against Heavy as much as you could. Nothing said true love like feeding your partner when they were hungry, in your opinion.

"Я тоже тебя люблю."

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daryl-dixon-daydreams · 7 months ago

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@idkwthgoitmww today is your day! <3 thanks for the request! Words: 1,226 Pairing: Negan Smith x Fem!Reader Warnings: language, descriptions of blood and injuries Summary: When Carol removes Negan from Alexandria and claims the council "banished" him, he doesn't expect to see anyone from the community again. Until Y/N shows up at his door for a visit which quickly goes sideways. A/N: I think this is just the first half of a little fic that was supposed ot be a short one shot, but I literally had no time to finish it today, so if you like it, let me know and I'll work on finishing it up when I can!

It was only mid-afternoon and Negan was beyond ready for the day to be over... He was already contemplating trying to sleep just so time would pass more quickly, but the thought that he'd wake up in the middle of the night and be unable to fall back asleep had stopped him.

The nights were dark in that little cabin alone. His thoughts were poor company. He was pouring himself a cup of water from the metal pitcher when he heard boots on the little wooden porch. He froze and strained his hearing. They approached the door slowly and then stopped. A board creaked softly underfoot. Then came a sharp resounding knock.

Negan set the pitcher down and his hand went to the fireplace poker laying on the hearth. "Who's there?" he called out. His voice was gruff and deep, markedly unwelcoming.

There was a moment of silence before your voice drifted through the wood. You sounded ...tired? "It's me. I would have called first, but—you know... zombie apocalypse and all that."

A grin grew on his face. This was an unprecedented and unexpected turn of events. His hand left the fireplace poker and he hurried to pull open the door. You were leaning against one side of the doorframe, but straightened up as he came into view. Negan was smiling at you, his hazel eyes surprised but crinkled at the corners. "Well, Hell, doll... You're about to make my week," he said.

"Your week? That's some low bar you have, Negan."

His smile quickly started to fade as he noticed you were a bit disheveled and there was a cut or smear of blood on your left ear. There was also a noticeable red mark on one side of your neck and something that looked like a fresh scratch. "You okay?" he asked, a shadow overtaking his features.

"I'm fine," you answered. "Are you going to leave me standing out here?"

Negan stepped back to let you pass by him but he was scrutinizing you carefully. "You sure? Because if I didn't know any better I'd say you had some trouble on the way here" There was a cavern between his eyebrows, deep lines of worry.

"Huh?" You tore your eyes away from the interior of the cabin and turned to look at him again.

"Your neck. And your ear, doll. What happened?"

Your hand flew to touch the top of your ear and you winced lightly as your fingers made contact with the wound. You gulped. "Just—had a little scuffle on the way here. I'm fine. Really."

"What kind of scuffle?" Negan asked, watching as you again turned to take in the inside of his cabin. You dropped your pack next to the little sofa against one wall. "That better not be a scratch from a walker on your neck," Negan said, his stomach turning even as the words left his mouth.

You turned and rolled your eyes. "No," you said. "Jesus, you think I'm some kind of amateur? Like I can't handle a walker."

"Hey, shit happens, doll," he said seriously. "Plenty of badasses have bit the dust from just the right shitstorm of shitty circumstances."

"No, it's not from a walker," you said, turning away from him again, your arms crossed tightly over your chest as if to shield yourself from further probing questions. You made yourself busy thumbing open the few cabinets on the far wall. Most of them were bare except for layers of dust, the odd spider web or dead bug, and of course a nice sprinkling of mouse shit. "Nice place you've got here," you said sarcastically.

Negan let out a low chuckle. "Yeah, Carol really went above and beyond finding me something special."

You turned and glanced toward the opposite wall. There were ample shelves flanking the fireplace which held a few of Negan's personal items including some books and folded linens. A couple lanterns were set around the room. "It's not a total loss. Could use a good cleaning though... and maybe a little more living in," you said pointedly, casting a look in his direction. "What have you been doing since you got here?"

Negan didn't want to tell you the uncomfortable truth—wallowing in self-pity and regret over his past actions. Hallucinating in the wee hours of the morning when sleep evaded him. He deflected. "You think I'm going to give up on hearing about that 'scuffle' so easily? What happened, doll?"

You sighed and sank down slowly on the part of the sofa that looked the least dusty. "It was nothing. I just ran into a small group on the way here and—and had to deal with them."

The shadow settled back over Negan's features. "Small group? Deal with them?" he repeated.

You sighed and avoided his eyes. "That's what I said..."

"Well, excuse me for giving a shit, but what exactly does that mean? You ran into some people and ended up with a cut in your ear and a scratch and bruise on your neck? Fill in the blanks for me," he insisted, his concern growing by the moment.

You let out a laugh you hoped sounded casual. "You haven't even asked me why I'm here!"

"I already know the fuckin' answer to that. You missed the fuck out of me and couldn't go another day without my handsome face. Now give me the details, doll. Do I need to go looking out there for some shitheads?"

"No! I told you. I dealt with them!'

Negan let out a frustrated sigh. "Why're you being so cagey about this?" he prodded.

"Maybe because I want you to leave it alone," you retorted, a steely edge to your voice. "Jesus, Negan! I'm here! It—it doesn't fucking matter!"

But he was looking at you through narrowed eyes, clearly suspicious and concerned, but at the sharpness of your tone he conceded. He sighed, sinking down in one of the chairs at the little table in the middle of the room. "Alright... why are you here then? Not that I'm not thrilled to see you. When Carol 'banished' me to this little corner of solitude I pretty much figured that'd be the last I saw of anyone from Alexandria."

Your eyes flitted up to meet his again. You shrugged, trying to ignore your nerves. "Figured I'd come check on you. Make sure you weren't swimming in a pit of despair."

Negan laughed dryly. "Wow. You give a shit about my mental state, doll? Careful. That's practically flirting in my book... Should I start unbuttoning?" he asked, grinning.

You rolled your eyes. "Shut up," you muttered, climbing to your feet, trying hard to suppress a wince. "I brought you a few supplies. I'm not sure what Carol left you with." You grabbed the loop on the top of your pack and started lifting it up, but the weight of it—you felt like white hot lightning shot through your entire body. Your vision went black and you were vaguely aware of dropping your pack and starting to crumple.

Negan was on his feet and catching you as you dropped into unconsciousness, swearing under his breath as you tipped into his arms like a ragdoll. "Doll? Hey, wake up, darlin'!" But you were out cold and lay completely limp in his arms. "Well, shit." A/N: Raise your hand if you want a Part 2! Sorry to leave you on a cliffhanger. Literally was not my intention (this time). I've worked over 30 hours in the last three days and am pretty busy and worn out! Drop me a note to motivate me to finish this up <3 k love you byeeee

#negan smith #negan imagines #negan drabbles #wicked wednesday #negan smith x reader #negan smith x you #negan x y/n #negan fics #the walking dead #negan twd

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jadeylovesmarvelxo · 1 year ago

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Part two to this story

After Jason's cruel display and your identity of Eddie's admirer being public knowledge, you're sure he will be disgusted. He hates you and your friends doesn't he?

Turns out you're in for a big surprise.

Minors shoo! Angst, fluff, sweet Eddie and reader taking no shit.

If you have any requests then send me an ask. My request rules are in my pinned post ❤️

🎀💌

Hellfire Slut. The words had practically burned into your brain as you tossed and turned in bed. Jason's cruelty was nothing new but you didn't think he'd ever go this far.

It was bad enough that Eddie's best friend had caught you in the act of delivering the notes and the thought he could spill all to Eddie, you didn't expect your secret to come out in such a public way.

The notes that you had poured your heart to Eddie had been clear to see by everyone and you felt sick to your stomach. You didn't care that people knew you were smitten with Eddie, it was the fact that he was probably disgusted that you had feelings for him.

You dreaded going to school but you knew you had to face Eddie and Jason at some point. It didn't stop nightmares plaguing your mind all night about what would happen come first period.

...

Homeroom was the first thing today before any other classes, you try not to draw attention to yourself as you slide into a seat at the back of class. However it feels like all eyes are on you today, Chrissy takes the seat beside you and holds your hand giving it a tight squeeze, it makes you feel a tiny bit better.

Mrs Jones isn't in class yet so chatter buzzes around you incessantly, your skin tingles as you feel Eddie's gaze on you a few times, try not to look up into those pretty brown eyes.

One of Jason's friends called Tyler smirks at you, he's sitting beside Jason and says loudly for all to hear. "So little miss perfect likes a freak in the sheets huh? Who would have thought?" there's a little ripple of laughter that's quelled by Chrissy's vicious glare. She's normally a sweetie so seeing her pissed shut everyone up.

Ignore him. Just ignore him you chant in your head but he still continues. "You know I was going to ask you out but fuck that. You're a dumb little bitch"

There's a collective silence as you hear Eddie's metal lunchbox drop to the floor. To your surprise he's glaring daggers at Tyler, you also notice that his knuckles are bruised. What the hell happened?

"Oooh you're in luck sweetcheeks, maybe Munson likes you back and the two of you can be freaks together"

You're fraying control over being calm snaps. Screw this. You weren't going to sit and let him run his mouth or let anyone like him or Jason make you cry again.

"You can admit to everyone you're jealous Tyler it's okay. We all heard about the little problem you have, Stacy told us all about how disappointing you are" you fake a sympathetic smile at him and his eyes nearly bug out of his sockets.

Jason looks ready to say something but you don't give the satisfaction of listening to the bullshit he says. "I couldn't be less interested in what you have to say Carver, you're a pathetic, nasty little worm"

While sassing Jason you miss the look of awe on Eddie's face. Gareth snorts at Eddie's stunned look.

"Dude, I really do think I'm in love" Eddie murmurs sounding almost reverent. Gareth sighs. Maybe now Eddie knew it was you that sent the notes the two of you could get together and he could get a minute of peace.

Meanwhile you lean back in your seat relieved as Mrs Jones comes in. There's still a question that's nagging at you though.

"Chrissy, why are Eddie's knuckles bruised?"and that's when Chrissy launches into the tale of how Eddie punched Jason after you left yesterday.

Hearing this makes a small bubble of hope build up inside of you. Maybe just maybe Eddie feeling the same for you might not be as hopeless as you first thought.

...

After a few fruitless attempts Eddie manages to track you down as you're coming out of cheer practice with Chrissy. She gives you an impish, knowing smile as she leaves you and Eddie to talk.

Telling Jason and Tyler what you thought about them made you feel a little bit better for a while, boosted your shattered confidence but now Eddie was around and you could feel that confidence crack.

What was he about to say? Was he going to tell you he was disgusted?

"You don't have to be nervous princess" you feel your nerves dissipate at his soothing tone.

"I know you thought the notes were a joke but they aren't Eddie, I've really fallen for you. I was crushing on you for such a long time. That's why I wrote the notes in the first place, I was worried if I told you in person that you would be disappointed" the words all come out in a rush and you feel relieved getting it all out.

He shakes his head. "I mean I would have been surprised but the way you spoke in the notes...how could you ever think I'd ever be disappointed sweetheart?" His words fill you with hope, a warm and fuzzy feeling in your chest.

"You know because I'm from the dark side" you murmur and he frowns. His hand reaches out to hold yours and you wince at the bruising on his knuckles.

"You didn't need to do that Eddie, I don't want you hurt" he shrugs as if it's no big deal.

"It was worth it. You're worth it"

Eddie gently takes your hand and kisses it, "I fell in love with you through what you said sweetheart, I want to know all about you. I don't give a fuck about who you're friends with or if you're part of the dark side. I just want to be with you".

A slow smile works it's way on your face and you lean forward and kiss him, continue kissing him until you're both a little dazed and smiling goofily at each other.

"Uh maybe we could go out for Milkshakes after school, if you want princess?" you nod feeling the bubble of excitement in your belly.

After all that worrying you were going on your first date with Eddie and you couldn't wait.

Maybe happy endings were possible after all ❤️

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson angst #eddie munson x cheerleader!reader

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schizoidcel · 1 year ago

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## BOOTHILL x READER ★

🤍 ﹒ HEADCANONS ! ! . .

－ notes ̽ ۪⠀written before his release + gn reader huhu. yall i swear ill get to the lcb requests but im brainrotting too fucking much right now boothill is colonizing my mind so enjoy these thoughts i had and will throw into the tags

︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶︶༉‧��˚.

He's a little spoon and NOBODY can convince me otherwise period.

We know damn well hes touch starved. So ofcourse he'd wanna be nuzzled up inbetween your chest and chin

Will teach you how to ride a horse. He definitely has a favourite (his name is Sebastian 🌚🌚)

Very protective over him though. You will not ride on that horse until you are months into the relationship

He gave you another horse to practice riding on and an extra horse incase the other "knocks your socks off" ... Whatever that means

You named them Yee and Haw and he was so conflicted with his emotions that he considered getting a routine check up on his body

Will tease you if you completely fuck up immediately.

He grabs your hands to gesture on things you should be wary about while being on the back of a horse, knowing it'll mess your brain up and lead you to not pay attention to a single thing coming out of his mouth

On the other hand if you're able to handle it in a short amount of time, he'll start flirting with you

"I'm doing it, Boo!" "Nice work, honeybunch. Think ya can manage ridin' somethin' else?" "Dude"

It's one or the other. You will not escape the Boothill down bad programm

Boothill also acts like a himbo to mess around with you.

On another note, you called him Bootyhill once and he's still shook up. Whether /pos or /neg is up to interpretation

While we're on the topic of nick/pet names, he calls you things you've never heard of before .

Or even if you did, they're things you expected never to be called 😭

What the fuck is a doodlebug Boothill

Type of man to get flustered when you flirt back. He just starts bugging out

Will play it cool though, but the faint blue on his cheeks says otherwise

Also a fan of headpats. No, he's not ashamed. No, he will not tell you.

Expanding on the no shame, Boothill takes it to the extreme

No filter, no mask, no nothing. Touchy EVERYWHERE you go

Even if he can't really feel it, he just feels more at ease when you both are near eachother or touch one another. Man wants to protect his partner, after all

It dosen't matter if you're able to protect yourself, the gesture just makes him feel more comfortable and calm

Also has a hair pulling kink woah. Let's keep it sfw everybody

Forehead kisses ❤️ or just kisses anywhere on his head in general. Kiss behind his ears and he will overheat

He let's you play with his hair<3 It's one of his favourite passtimes with you

Braid it, tie it in a ponytail, give him buns, pigtails, curl them, decorate them with hairpins, clip bows in his strands it don't matter PLAY WITH HIS HAIR ⁉️

He relaxes SO MUCH it's insane. Genuinely just one finger goes into that hair of his and he melts

This plays into the little spoon factor

You'd tease him about it but he takes pride in it 😭

Has a weird obsession with biting. If you complain that it hurts he goes "What, want me to smooch the pain away?" and he does this fuckass face :3 while you're just staring at him dead in the eye (you say yes btw)

If you're ticklish, he's hell for you

Tickles you in the most random times possible.

And you know it's even WORSE with those cold ass metalic hands

You're cuddling? The sides of your torso are not safe. You're currently occupied with an activity involving your hands? Your armpits are not safe either. He's laying on your bare stomache face down? He starts blowing raspberries.

You know damn well he uses the feathers of his hat 😭

Sticks it up your nose to make you sneeze too. Usually to wake you up or some shit

You could have the most volcano eruption alert level 5 sneeze and he'd still say "Aww, ya sneeze like a kitten!"

One last note this man is a whiney loser bottom not sorry

the word ill is in boothill for a reason the way im laying in bed all sweaty ANYway 🌚😵😵😵😵

ૢ་༘࿐ thank you for reading ! ��᧙

#boothill x reader #bruh #i feel so insane #and normal #normaling #ok wer e done. im out. goodbye hsr community thisll be my only contribution #proof reading and looking at the eidolon i used for the header why nobody draw him with those glasses yet🧐🧐

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3liza · 5 months ago

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the twisted metal show is just getting progressively goofier and funnier and I can't emphasize enough how refreshing that is, even though it's missing a lot of the same stuff I was complaining about missing with fallout. a good attitude can excuse a litany of sins tbh!!! it's correctly on tone with the source material (which is dumb as hell) and not stuck up its own ass and not trying to adopt any more elevated message than "Orange County is full of psychopaths" which is something we can all get behind tbh

they are clearly aiming for a thunderdome or escape from LA tone and getting, generously, almost as close as they can without thunderdome production budget. once again the wardrobe is really lacking, which always bugs me when wardrobe is so easy to do on no budget if you just hire the right creatives. i don't want to watch serious or irony poisoned post apocalyptic shit anymore, I'm fed up. whanging that horseshoe as close as you can get to "mad max" and falling short is preferable to whatever smug tech conference bullshit was going on in fallout.

I'm not saying it's good but it is fun. I'm especially enjoying how the stupid action movie dialog is getting progressively more self aware, but not in an annoyingly ironic way. they are getting comfortable with letting their writers and actors softshoe a little bit and we're starting to get Simpsons-style crowd bits like the protagonists encountering some poor bastard strung up by one of the wasteland gangs and remarking that "maybe he deserved it" and the extra groans and raspily retorts "I didn't!", which got a genuine laugh out of me because they didn't linger on it and let it get stale.

i wish they had pushed this a lot father in terms of making it more late 90s grimdark gargoyle shit like the games, but that stuff is expensive and I think they spent all their money on actual vehicles (which I respect) and didn't have a lot left over for costumes and set dressing

what's most surprising about this entire production is how laser targeted it is at people born between 1980 and 1988, which cannot be a significant television viewership in the larger picture. there is almost zero effort to make this relatable to anyone outside 40 year old Oregon Trail millennials. the soundtrack is so fucking funny

special mention to casting a bunch of actual 40 year old women and letting them look haggard and dirty and wrinkled for once

really Sweet Tooth is the biggest disappointment. i understand he's the franchise figurehead but they fumbled it imo. i don't think will arnett is the right casting. idk if sweet tooth should even talk or be human tbh, I kind of always saw him more as a sort of ogre or avatar than just a normal human psycho killer, and having him onscreen so much from the beginning was probably network mandated but really spoiled the biggest narrative tension for franchise fans they could have saved up to cash in on a good reveal later. oh well. alternately I think leaning into it being JUST will arnett in a clown mask would have been funnier than trying to split the difference with dubbing arnett over a more physically powerful Joe Samoa playing the body

#blog #twisted metal #twisted metal show

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tiredcatboysinc · 2 months ago

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Work Night

I get up for work in like 30 mins. I'm gonna go eat breakfast pasta -Eddie🐶

Summary: "YOU'RE HOME!! OhhHHHhh... You smell so nice... IM SO GLAD YOU'RE HOME, DArLING!!" Doe giggled and squirmed as he pressed himself evercloser to you, as if trying to mold his face into your neck.

Warnings: Cursing, Doe being a lil freak as normal

Words: 754

ao3

You know, before you started working in Uncanny Valley, you truly thought this would've been an easier job than your last, it's just a damn gas station. It should've been easier than your last job, barely anyone came in the fucking store on half your shift!! But god... The people that had come in? It almost made you wished you'd never moved here... Almost.

You wouldn't dare think about leaving Uncanny Valley, not now - not when you had a special little freak to get home to. No, you couldn't leave, no more how much your job bugged you, and no matter how much some of the people bugged you.

You made decent money, so it wasn't all bad you guessed... Whatever, it didn't matter, you could complain later, when you were laying in the overheated and overbearing hold of your partner - Doe.

Yeah, that would make this day better...

You smiled thinking about it, the sticky air of the bus seeming not so bad now. A quiet, inaudible hum, left you as you dug for your phone in your bag, you hadn't let Doe know you were on your way home yet.

Sleepily your fingers typed in your passcode, swiping open the device and clearing all those pesky social media notifications. Your eyes dragged around the screen, a quiet yawn escaping you as you did.

The bus air always made you sleepy, maybe it was humidity or something - you weren't particularly sure. Either way, you felt like you might fall asleep standing up at this point - heavy eyes barely glancing over your words as your typed with slowed movements. God, maybe you did need a different job... Solely for the purpose of not having to take the melatonin air infused bus every morning and night.

As you typed out your short text to Doe the feeling of the bus coming to it's halt almost didn't register, only did you process it when other people had started to leave - making you scramble off as well, already well aware this was your stop.

Another sleepy yawn left you as you walked the much cooler street, having now told Doe you were almost home.

It always amazed you how fast he replied, as if he was staring at the phone you'd gotten him, waiting, never batting a lid in fear he'd miss when you were typing. It was cute, in an overly obsessed and clingy way - But hey, you wouldn't be dating this freak if you didn't like that about him.

A smile crept up your face as you ascended the apartment steps, hand grazing the railing before falling off. The metal was cool, sending a nice tingling up your spine from your overheated skin. A shower would be nice, you thought, as your keys jingled in your palms, but you knew Doe would sob and whine - protesting until he was hoarse just so you wouldn't.

...You could figure that out later.

Right now, you had Doe barreling at you, practically glomping you as you opened the door, and almost knocking you straight to your ass.

"YOU'RE HOME!! OhhHHHhh... You smell so nice... IM SO GLAD YOU'RE HOME, DArLING!!" Doe giggled and squirmed as he pressed himself evercloser to you, as if trying to mold his face into your neck. He inhaled every inch of you that you'd let him at the moment, which only lasted about .5 seconds before you were hauling him to his feet - chuckling with affection and only slight embarrassment.

"I know you're glad to see me, honey... I'm glad to see you too... B-" Doe almost screamed at your words, wrapping his unnormally long and lankey arms around you. He squeezed you tight, hands clawing at the back of your work shirt.

"YOU MISSED MEE.. OoooHh, you MISSED me... I'm so happy you missed me... You should miss me MORE so I can hug you more!!!!" He giggled and squawked, practically vibrating out of his shell.

You could only sigh, shaking your head playfully while giving him a light shove towards the apartment. "Yeah, yeah... Come on, lover boy, I've missed you alright... Now come on, let's go lay down." A half yawn have groan left your lips, hand fumbling back for the door handle as you did so.

The door slipped shut, allowing you to freely place a kiss to Doe's cheek - grinning at the way his pupils pulsed and swirled.

"I think you deserve some cuddles for being so good today, and not stalking me at work like I asked."

#eddie writes #cross posted on ao3 #john doe game #john doe fanfic #john doe x reader #john doe #john doe visual novel #john doe mortis fox #i need to make personal tags for all my fandoms.. Uses all my brain power to think -Eddie🐶#John Doe; my lil freakaleak <3 #yeah that works -Eddie🐶

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sdv-confessions · 5 months ago

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Seeing alot of discourse so, I'm gonna say something about all the characters i can remember myself, to try n lighten the mood!

Sam would use a LOT of emojis when texting. i mean Look at him. he also gets very insecure about how he comes across after sending texts.

sebastians bong no longer exists because he kept smoking up his room and it got confiscated because just walking in could render someone high.

I think Abigail could probably bake decently! no clue if its been said otherwise or not, i just think she would be able to. she also would be an amazing reptile/bug parent, please give our homegirl a katydid to care for.

Robin, she's a decent cook but theres some things she absolutely can't make. she's sometimes tasteblind and thats fine. Also no doubt, but she smells like burnt wood constantly.

Demetrius can bake, really well for some reason, but he also sucks at certain baking activities. he's also judges food very bluntly, if he dislikes it, you'll know, BUT if he realized he upset you, he'll try and give you tips on how to improve it.

Maru, she also likes motorcycles like Sebastian does, but she'd rather put one together than buy one. it's just more interesting in the long run.

Jodi, I don't know much about her. but I can definitely see her giving tips and stuff when she can to other parents in town.

Kent, I really think he'd like oatmeal raisin cookies? I also don't know much about him, i love oatmeal raisin cookies myself. i think he'd like cross stitching, even if he isn't good at it.

Pam, I think she and Willy hang out on occasion to fish together, chat about old times because it makes her happy, i also don't think she gets on well with alot of the other townsfolk in recent times since she seems to be quite self isolated like her own daughter. so the times she does talk with others can lighten her day, She also has a habit of being abit rude to those she cares for in a joking manner.

Willy! That man and Clint are friends, Good friends! though I don't think Willy is on bad terms with Anyone. besides being annoyed with lewis sometimes, but he still cares for him. something tells me he likes knitting scarfs and mittens. but thats when he isn't able to fish. He can't knit a sweater and he swears he gets worse every time he tries.

Clint, i think Clint is also good at baking, though he surprisingly has a habit of burning his hands, keeps thinking he can grab the pans he's using without consequences. i think his favorite to make would be Blueberry or Carrot muffins :]]

Emily! she tries her best constantly, and is actually very nervous of how to make a good first impression, but she also acts on impulse which can be a rocky mix. i think she really likes roller skating, Haley probably does to, so its probably one of tbe activities she cherishes because its time she can spend with her sister.

Haley, It think she'd actually really be able to get into the punk/rock scene if you take the time to introduce her to it. she wouldn't change up her style no, but she'd be able to enjoy something outside of her usual comfort zone.

Alex. i think he couldn't roller skate for the life of himself. and would take alot of time to accept help in learning how to. but he doesn't want to admit it because he has an easy time ice skating and thinks he should be able to roller skate just fine.

George, He likes to go rock picking, and when i say that I'm not just saying that because of how many rocks he gived you, i think he likes to search for agates, has afew glass containers full of his favorite finds, And wouldn't admit it, but he'd be really happy when people join him in the little hobby kf searching

Evelyn, i think she actually really likes fishing, and used to fish at some point, but can't really do it nowadays, but i think she'd like to hang out near the river and talk to Willy when he's there.

Marnie, she's a heavy metal girl, she secretly knows so many metal bands it would surprise you. she'd be elated in a surprized reaction from whoever she's telling. She knows alot of niche bands aswell.

Shane, he once got an eyebrow piercing, but it rejected so badly he couldn't build the courage to get any other form of piercing for ages, He does now have ear piercings though.

Pierre, he has really bad luck, and by that i mean he's extremely clumsy, He walks into so many things, accidentally shuts cupboards and doors on his fingers or foot. curses like a sailor afterwards, likes to jokingly blame Joja for bizarre happenings as abit of an inside joke. Also he's the one usually cooking.

Caroline, THAT WOMAN, i fully believe she knows kick boxing, i just, get that vibe from her. She totally would, She also does most of the hard work around the house as her husband sits around looking pretty. Strong lady, can't convince me otherwise.

WIZARD, He can't cook, not at all, he keeps saying he'll learn, but its just not working for him, It should be just as easy as potions right? No, but he is really good at making tea. he has several blends he favors, and he wishes to share them with someone again someday.

Morris? He actually does feel abit bad for the inhabitants of pelican town, be he can't pinpoint why, so he blames it on the idea that he's just sorry they won't accept Joja. as mean as he is, i do think he has a heart somewhere beneath the Joja logo in his chest cavity 😔 I think he's also the son of the CEO. But I also think he worked Really really hard to get to his position. Morris also has a habit of not actually getting sleep. like, to the point he'll just crash in the work place and get woken by an employee clocking in, Usually Shane. Because Yoba knows Shane wouldn't hesitate to dig in to the fact Morris was sleeping on the Job. Morris used to have slight buck teeth but got them shaven down, (This is lowkey because of an inside joke that takes a LOAD of different characters from different fandoms and chucks them into the same family, because they have similar characteristics.)

FIZZZZ, theres not much on him, But i think he likes to play up on the stuff he does, such as practically scarying the player, He's playing it up, Morris is scared of him. but also has mad respect for him. I know that just because they're some of the only Joja workers that aren't exactly important, that i shouldn't immediately decide they know eachother, BUUUUT, I think they're actually friends, like, MORRIS crashed on Fizz's couch often, his own house was too far back in zuzu city for him to get there on time and still have enough time to sleep, and that they'd also be friends with Dobson if he was part of the game. Though Dobson wouldn't share the sentiment .

Dobson. Dobson should be real, Not just left in code. Thats not a headcanon, just sadness. But I think that if he was in the game, he'd be even harder to convince of not being a member of the Joja workforce than Morris or Fizz would be, he'd be Devoted to it. absolutely devoted. Theres a cardboard cutout of a heart in his chest, and when you turn it around Joja. Co is written across the back in blaring blue ink.

The Cashier girl! She actually is good friends with Sam, Sam was helping her come out of her shell while she worked there, but, when Joja mart is ran outta town, she had to leave aswell since she just oustide of town, (someone help her she had to drive quite the ways to work.) She HATES Joja but she needed the income. She doesn't hate anyone who works under joja, but aren't high ranking ranking, she pities them knowing they aren't actually evil, just, stuck in a hard work environment. I agree that her name is Carrie, it just suits her.

Gunther, That man is literally so gay, You can't tell me otherwise, that man is a fruit. Also, he is related to the guy who sells mermaid pendants, something tell me they are.

Elliot, he's learned how to fish from Willy. he was more than thankful to be taught, i think he's been learning alot from afew of the residents, Like Evelyn, and Caroline, i think they taught him how to Garden, Leah told him alot about nature. Abigail Sebastian, and Marlon told him how to get out of a pickle if he's dealing with monsters if he ever gets stuck in the mines.

Linus, I think everything i can say for him is expected, but i think he used to take great joy in crocheting.

Leah? I'm shocked to say i know nothing about her and i can't make an accurate judgement, same goes for Harvey.

Sorry if I left anyone out, and I'm sorry its easy to tell which characters i am hyperfxating on. peace out. - 🔹️

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shiani25 · 4 months ago

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Story request: screamer shenanigans that make Megatron go 'in the end he's still my treacherous idiot'

(coming from a fellow megastar lover ehehehe)

If it's vague I'm up for a follow up👀✌️

The halls of the Nemesis echoed with the familiar sounds of bickering, metal clanking, and a shrill, unmistakable voice.

“You dare question my brilliance?!” Starscream’s voice carried through the corridors, grating and theatrical as always. “I am second-in-command, the air commander, the most cunning—”

A loud explosion interrupted his self-aggrandizing monologue, followed by the sound of scraping metal and something heavy tumbling down.

Megatron groaned, his crimson optics narrowing as he slowly rose from his throne. He knew the source of this disaster all too well.

When he arrived at the scene, he found Starscream tangled in some cables, his wings awkwardly bent. Smoke billowed from a hole in the wall nearby, where the explosion had left a perfectly Starscream-shaped imprint.

“What... did you do this time?” Megatron growled, crossing his arms.

Starscream’s optics flickered as he looked up, his dignity even more damaged than his body. “It was... Thundercracker’s fault!”

Thundercracker, standing a few meters away with his arms crossed, scowled. “I wasn’t even here. I just got back from patrol.”

Starscream’s optics darted back and forth, his processor working overtime to come up with a believable lie. “Uh... Then it was Skywarp! He... he... teleported and startled me!”

Skywarp appeared out of nowhere. “I didn’t do anything! This time...” he added, rubbing the back of his head. “I was busy putting glue on Soundwave’s cassettes.”

Megatron pinched the bridge of his nasal plating. “You’re all idiots...”

Starscream finally extricated himself from the pile of debris, brushing dust off his armor. He stood tall, attempting to regain his usual air of superiority despite his crooked wing. Seeing he had no one else to blame for this commotion he finally explained. “I was merely testing a new weapon I designed. It would have guaranteed our victory over the Autobots!”

Megatron looked past him at the smoldering crater. “A weapon.”

“Yes!” Starscream puffed out his chest. “A powerful rocket launcher with advanced targeting systems. It would have destroyed Optimus Prime in one blow!”

“...So where is this rocket launcher now?”

Starscream’s face fell. He glanced over his shoulder at the blackened hole in the wall, then at the far end of the hangar, where the twisted remains of his ‘masterpiece’ lay half-melted.

“There were... a few minor malfunctions...” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper.

“A few?” Megatron repeated, his voice low and dangerous. “Your ‘weapon’ made a hole in my warship!”

“But, mighty Megatron!” Starscream’s tone shifted to pleading. “Think of the potential! Once I iron out the... um... minor bugs, it will be unstoppable!”

Megatron’s optics narrowed. “Like the time you built that weather machine that ended up freezing yourself in a block of ice?”

Starscream flinched. “I... I was testing the limits of its power.”

“Or the time you tried to create an army of clones and they revolted because they couldn’t stand your voice?”

Starscream’s wings drooped. “They were... defective.”

“Or how about the time you reprogrammed the Space Bridge and accidentally teleported yourself to the bottom of the ocean?”

“That was... a navigation error, and a very educational trip.” Starscream muttered, optics fixed on the floor.

Megatron heaved a long, suffering sigh. How many times had this played out? Starscream, with his insatiable ambition and harebrained schemes, always striving to prove himself but constantly tripping over his own arrogance. It was like a never-ending loop of chaos and destruction.

Yet, despite everything, Megatron couldn’t deny that Starscream’s antics often yielded unexpected results. Sometimes, the seeker’s wild experiments led to breakthroughs—usually after several disastrous failures, but still. And in battle, there was no better air commander. When he was focused and not distracted by delusions of grandeur, Starscream was undeniably brilliant.

Megatron’s shoulders slumped as he watched Starscream attempt to straighten his damaged wing, wincing at the pain. The seeker’s pride was far more bruised than his body.

“Get yourself repaired, Starscream,” Megatron said, his tone surprisingly soft. “And stop blowing holes in my ship!”

Starscream’s optics brightened. “Of course, mighty Megatron! I shall refine my designs and—”

And then explosion rocked the ship. The emergency lights flickered red, and klaxons blared.

Starscream glanced around. “Oh. That might be unrelated.”

“Soundwave!” Megatron barked.

“Affirmative. Starscream’s laboratory has been compromised. External plating breached.”

“Starscream!”

“Okay, fine! I may have been running an experiment on sentient nanites. They were supposed to clean the ship! How was I supposed to know they’d develop a sense of rebellion?”

Megatron’s servo hit his faceplate with a resounding clang. “of course they would rebel, they are your treacherous creations after all. You have one cycle to fix this.”

Starscream saluted with more enthusiasm than sense. “You can count on me!” He dashed off, shouting, “Nanites! Cease your uprising! I am your creator!”

Megatron sank back onto his throne, the ship still rumbling.

“Starscream is an idiot,” he muttered, rubbing his temple. “But at least he’s my idiot.”

In the distance, a loud crash echoed through the halls, followed by Starscream’s indignant squawk. Megatron closed his optics. Maybe if he sat very still, the chaos would just pass by.

It did not.

BONUS!

It was another day aboard the Nemesis, and Megatron was already nursing a processor ache. He could hear Starscream’s shrill voice echoing through the hallways, a sure sign that disaster was imminent.

He stomped down the corridor, servos clanking with impatience. The seeker was up to something again—probably another one of his harebrained schemes to overthrow him. Not that any of them ever worked.

When he reached the main control room, the sight before him was... something. Starscream stood on top of the main console, striking a dramatic pose, his wings flared out as he pointed towards a holographic display of Earth. The other Decepticons stood around, looking various shades of bored or confused.

“Behold!” Starscream announced, his voice dripping with self-importance. “I have devised the ultimate plan to crush the Autobots and seize power once and for all!”

Megatron groaned. Here we go again.

Starscream tapped the console with his foot, and the hologram zoomed in on a human amusement park, complete with a giant roller coaster, cotton candy stands, and costumed mascots waving at guests.

Thundercracker frowned. “Uh, Starscream? What does a human playground have to do with conquering the Autobots?”

“Silence!” Starscream snapped, waving his arm theatrically. “This is no mere playground! This is the perfect location to lay an ambush! We shall disguise ourselves as attractions, lure the Autobots in, and destroy them when they least expect it!”

Skywarp snorted. “Disguise ourselves as attractions? What are you gonna be? A bumper car?”

Starscream shot him a withering glare. “Of course not! I will be... the roller coaster!”

The room fell silent. Every optic turned to stare at Starscream, who stood there, chest puffed out with pride as if he’d just delivered the most brilliant plan in Decepticon history.

Megatron’s optic twitched. “No, I’m going back to recharge. It is too much of Starscream’s brilliant plans for one day. “

#megatron #starscream #transformers #transformers prime #decepticons #megastar #tfp #thundercracker #skywarp #humor #funny #ai artwork

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pettrichore · 1 month ago

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tam amber is burdock everdeen's maternal grandfather

now hear me out. all speculation of course but it has bugged me on who burdock's covey connection was and there's really only one that make sense.

lets start with the facts:

burdock is lenore dove's cousin

burdock's covey connection is on his mother's side. specifically a "distant" cousin

alright now lets go through the covey to decide who this person could be

maude iory - nope! that's lenore dove's mother

lucy gray - lmaoo yeah no lucy gray is long gone and the would have been no child to leave behind

clerk carmine - too young and too gay. besides he has one daughter and that's lenore dove

billy taupe - long gone before he had a kid

barb azure - possibly. i think the ages probably wouldn't match up super well but the biggest issue i take with this is that she is last seen with a girlfriend and i rather not think she ended up with a man

tam amber - i feel like this is the best guess.

in defense of my choice

tam amber would be around 66 during sotr. perfect grandfather age of a 15 year old

tam amber has given burdock the most gifts from what i can tell. he made him those metal tipped arrows and likely made/taught him to make a LOT of other things (tam amber is actually the one to make most things for the covey. he's seen making fishing poles, fixing the tv, and more)

finally, tam amber's name poem/ballad tells us this in a way!!

the ballad

tam amber's name song is Tam Lin

tam lin is a scottish ballad

i am going to summarize a lot but i encourage you to read/listen to the ballad yourself. i am mainly referencing the meta version from this site wow!! a site dedicated to just this ballad!!

also fun fact: tam lin has an anonymous/unknown author AND tam amber was found by the covey as a baby when he was left on the side of the road

okay so there is warning of entering Caterhaugh (a woods and farm in scottland) for fear of tam lin specifically stating that he takes objects of value (including the virginity) of young women (esp blonde ones - thought there about the town folk)

we meet our real main protagonist, janet who is sewing or decorating and wishes for flowers and wants to go to the woods for this

she travels to caterhaugh and picks some roses (hmmmn) when tam lin appears and tells janet off, basically being like "who said you could come in here and pluck flowers and be in MY woods without MY permission??"

and janet ofc is NOT having that and says that she owns the wood or is the heir to it

and tam lin Likes that "And what they did next I couldn't say, The leaves were all around"

janet comes back pregnant, she says that a fairie was the father and then leaves

tam lin asks about the kid and what she's going to do with it

janet demands to know if he's fae or human

tam lin says yeah i'm human but i was capture by the fae. and every 7 years they make sacrifices to hell (hmm... hunger games and the tributes) and he's scared he'll be one of them soon

so on halloween janet rescues him from the fae and he warns her that they will transform him into a bunch of beasts to try and scare her but it's still him under it all

okay so what does that mean??

now not ALL the covey poems are like 100% accurate to their story from what i can tell so take this with a grain of salt BUT most of them are very symbolic of their lives or kind of follow a similar story in some way or another (this is also why i think it's even more obvious that maude ivory is lenore dove's mother)

but okay so what i take from this and how i connect it to burdock is

tam amber fell in love with a girl who came into the woods (or at least meadow) to pick flowers or enjoy freedom or find something or really anything doesnt matter but she's in his territory. they probably did have a bit of a cheeky back and forth about it being "his woods" or "his meadow" or whatever

maybe she was from the town?? but this doesn't matter much in the grand scheme of thing BUT would be interesting and a parallel with burdock and asterid

this mystery girl gets pregnant, she runs from home (which would make even more sense if she's from town) and gets pregnant and they have a kid

which i believe that kid is burdock's mother

okay that's all! if you got this far with me, thank you so much for reading. let me know your thoughts. also i dont think the idea of barb azure being bi is horrible i just think i found more reason for it to be tam amber. also sure she could have adopted but i think there's a point that's made about burdock having the voice of the covey and the ear of one too and i think it would just make more sense that way tbh

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yanderes-galore · 6 months ago

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Toga Himiko (MHA) With a quirkless darling 🪲 [Shiny Bug Anon]

I'm not quite sure how different she'd be... but you'd be more vulnerable to her I suppose. Sorry if it's short or OOC... I was trying so hard to push through writer's block and struggled to find ways she'd be different than the other HCs I did for her.

My General Yandere Himiko Toga HCs Here.

Yandere! Himiko Toga with Quirkless! Darling

Pairing: Romantic

Possible Trigger Warnings: Gender-Neutral Darling, Obsession, Manipulation, Stalking, Blood/Blood kink (?), Drinking of blood, Possessive behavior, Jealousy, Knife play (?), Marking, Sadism, Masochism, Murder, Kidnapping, Isolation, Biting, Forced "relationship".

You being quirkless, as expected, puts you in a worse position than if you had a quirk.

Toga has always had a thing for crushes bleeding.

If you had a quirk, this would happen due to fights you get into.

However, you have no quirk.

Which I feel just makes it easier for Toga to prey on you.

After all, you can't fight back.

Which makes it easier for her to use one of her best knives to mark you.

Toga would most likely want her obsession to have some fight.

She's unpredictable and wants to toy with her obsession.

I don't think you being quirkless changes much.

You two would have to meet a different way, like maybe you got injured in a LoV attack?

The sight of you bleeding is enough to catch her attention.

Just like a shark.

Toga, while capable of some care, enjoys her obsession with bleeding.

This is of course due to how her blood quirk works.

That type of quirk tends to make people a little... unstable.

Poor you is rushed to get medical aid by a hero...

Only for you to gain a stalker in the process.

Just because you're quirkless doesn't mean Toga won't adore you.

Her twisted sense of love isn't based on if you have a quirk or not.

She just felt she had to have you when she saw you.

Toga is obviously a handful.

Poor you isn't even a hero, just someone caught in an unfortunate situation in a world not meant for you.

To you Toga is probably the equivalent of a serial killer.

She stalks you, has an obsession with blood, and can easily pretend to be someone you know.

All she needs is enough blood to transform using her quirk, after all.

Her quirk is rather useful to get close to you, too.

After all, she can blend into your friend group.

Toga is going to force herself into your life because she's infatuated.

She gets obsessed quickly.

Toga would find a quirkless obsession easy to deal with.

After all, she just needs to outsmart you to get you in her clutches.

I don't doubt that she'd kill a friend or lover of yours to lure you.

She'd corner them, holding a blade to their throat.

It would be so easy for her to kill them, collecting at least a cup of their blood to use.

She's a villain who's determined to get your attention, it isn't farfetched to imagine she'd get rid of them.

Then she'd drink their blood... invite you to their home...

Only to grab you for herself.

Toga doesn't see or care how wrong this is.

It's known she wants a connection to someone, even if it isn't normal.

She just makes her own normal.

Toga would kidnap you and force you into a 'relationship'.

She calls you cute and attractive... and admits you'd look much better covered in red.

She won't kill you, but you worry she will sometimes.

Toga seems like the type to tie you to a chair with ropes, isolating you in a room until she comes to visit.

She's either very hyper and affectionate, or oddly serious as she stalks towards you.

Toga often collects... memorabilia that reminds her of you.

Be that some piece of clothing, or even hair...

She takes it.

That and of course she uses vials to store your blood like some sort of good luck charm.

Toga's visits with you are often brutal.

She'll do things like trace a knife across your skin, maybe even let the metal bite in a little.

Toga would like to mark you, and she doesn't even need to find special cuffs to prevent you from leaving!

She just needs to lock you away... then she can slice and bite as she pleases.

Toga is a sadistic who has a strange way of loving you.

She bites you, licks your blood from her cuts, and murmurs about how cute you are...

You yell and scream, asking who the hell she is and for her to get away...

But she ignores you, merely saying she's your new girlfriend and she's loving you!

To her, consuming your blood is love....

While most of the time she ends up tormenting her obsession, of course there's times she's oddly affectionate.

When you're healing she cuddles you, forcing your attention on her.

She never seems to use your blood to become you.

Maybe she does it out of sight though?

It would be either to keep up with appearances... or maybe "becoming" you fuels her obsession.

Either way, the most being quirkless does is put you in an unfair scenario.

You have no way to fight against her unless a hero finds you.

The LoV don't bother Toga, you're harmless and aren't their business.

Plus, if you keep her placated, they don't have to.

Unfortunately, killing you might be a mercy.

Yet you know Toga wouldn't do that...

She loves you too much.

She enjoys biting you and drinking you... She likes to scare you... She likes to force you into giving her 'love'.

You're too good to get rid of...

As a quirkless anomaly in this world, you have no choice but to wait for escape, even if it breaks you since she's stronger than you.

#yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia #yandere mha #yandere bnha #yandere himiko toga #yandere himiko toga x reader

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Can I get some fluffy Steve/Bucky? Either one sick is fine (or both?). Maybe a post mission adrenaline drop masking an on coming stomach bug. Cuddles and belly rubs are definitely a plus, especially with the caretaker being overprotective. Have a happy and safe new year!

TW: depictions of vomit

Steve had come to learn that everyone handles the post-mission adrenaline differently. Peter for example, had been talking his ear off since they got on the jet, practically bouncing with excitement. Clint usually passed out immediately and slept the whole way back to the compound. Tony and Nat usually had a drink or two to unwind, sometimes chatting amongst themselves or quietly in their own worlds. His own response was usually to check in with everyone, play the role of the leader, the protector.

Bucky didn't always handle it so well. Steve had seen him breakdown multiple times after getting home, unfamiliar with the way his mind and body felt as the adrenaline faded. Ever since getting on the jet, Steve had been watching Bucky, unsure of how he'd react. This was his first mission as a whole group since joining the avengers. He'd only done solo missions or missions with just Steve and Nat until now.

Even as Peter rambled on excitedly beside him, Steve was analyzing Bucky's facial expression. Bucky was sitting across from him, staring blankly ahead with one hand gripping the armrest of his seat hard enough for his knuckles to turn white. Steve would've preferred for Bucky to sit next to him, but the kid had taken the seat before he could, and Steve didn't want to hurt his feelings.

Steve tried to catch Bucky's eyes, but he seemed lost in his head, not really looking at anything. He was starting to get worried though, Bucky's face had gone a shade of ashen gray in the last few minutes. He was looking more and more unwell as the minutes passed.

A moment later though, Bucky did look at Steve, his eyes pleading. Something was wrong, he needed help. And Steve needed a distraction, for the kid. He turned in his seat, craning his neck to look for Tony. Tony was sitting with Nat, as he'd predicted, toward the back of the plane.

"Hey Parker, I think Stark's trying to get your attention. Why don't you go back there with him and Nat?" Steve said, cutting off Peter's rambling.

"Oh. Right, of course! Thank you Mr. Rogers!" Peter said, jumping up and heading toward Tony. Steve turned around, clearing his throat to get Tony's attention. He quickly took in Peter walking toward him and Steve's pointed look. Steve nodded his head in Bucky's direction, causing Tony to flick his eyes over to the other man, then back to Steve with a nod. Understood.

Steve turned his attention back to Bucky, who was now practically paper white.

"I don't feel good," Bucky blurted out, metal hand also gripping the armrest now.

"Hey, it's alright," Steve quickly moved to sit in the seat to Bucky's right, "What's going on Buck?" he asked.

"S'my stomach," Bucky mumbled, "feeling nauseous." That certainly explained his complexion.

"Okay, hey it's okay" Steve said calmly, "You're coming down off the adrenaline, which can definitely turn your stomach. Just try to take some deep breaths," he continued. Bucky's breathing was started to get erratic, coming in short gasps. He was panicking.

"Stevie-" Bucky gasped, releasing the arm rest with the hand closest to Steve to reach for him, fumbling for something to hold onto.

"I'm right here Buck, I've got you," Steve said, grabbing Bucky's hand in his own. "Just breathe," he instructed, taking some slow measured breaths himself to demonstrate.

"H-how long?" Bucky asked shakily.

"I don't know," Steve admitted, he hadn't been paying attention to how long they'd been in the air as he'd been so worried about Bucky.

"Don't think I can make it," Bucky shook his head, "M'gonna puke soon," he said, voice trembling. His other arm had moved to wrap around his middle, clutching at his stomach.

"That's okay. If you need to be sick then you need to be sick," Steve shrugged, rubbing his other hand up and down Bucky's arm. "You might feel better after," he added.

Bucky didn't say anything, his lips pressed together in a thin line. He closed his eyes, leaning back against the seat's head rest. He was definitely going to be sick soon.

Steve realized that everyone else must have noticed the situation by now. He looked out to find everyone watching them, worry written on their faces, silently asking 'is he okay?'. Steve shook his head.

Tony nodded in response, ushering everyone toward the back of the plane with hushed whispers. Steve mouthed a silent 'thank you' then turned his attention back to Bucky, who was now looking a shade greener than a minute ago.

"Come on Buck, let's move," Steve said, standing up. Bucky's eyes opened to look at him, full of fear. Steve grabbed him by both elbows, pulling him to his feet and walking backwards to lead him into the planes bathroom.

He helped Bucky kneel down in front of the toilet, moving to sit behind him. Steve unbuckled the straps of Bucky's uniform, helping him pull it over his head to leave him in just a t-shirt and his uniform pants. He tossed the uniform onto the floor beside them, then pulled the black rubber band from Bucky's wrist and used it to tie up his hair so it would stay out of his face.

"Easy darling," Steve said softly. He brought a hand up to rest between Bucky's shoulder blades, then started to rub gently up and down his back. Bucky leaned over the toilet, bracing himself with his good arm, breathing hard.

"Fuck, my stomach," Bucky groaned, curling in on himself.

Steve scooted closer, moving to wrap an arm around Bucky's waist so he could rest a hand on his stomach. He waited for a moment to be sure Bucky wouldn't protest, before he slid his hand up under Bucky's shirt, rubbing gently.

Bucky groaned again, before lurching forward with a dry heave. He positioned himself over the toilet, belching wetly, before heaving again. This time bringing up a wave of vomit. Steve held him as he continued to cough and gag, but it was clear that he was empty, nothing left to bring up.

Steve gently pulled Bucky away from the toilet to lean back against him, feeling his stomach still contracting against his hand with empty gags.

"Breath Buck, you're all done," Steve said quietly, starting to rub careful circles over Bucky's stomach to help calm it.

After a few minutes, Bucky managed to get his stomach under control and calm his breathing. Now that he was pressed against Steve's chest, he could feel the warmth radiating off of Bucky's body, which was practically limp against him from exhaustion.

"Think you're sick Buck, you've got a fever," Steve said, reaching around to press a hand to Bucky's forehead, confirming what he already suspected. This was more than just an adrenaline crash.

Bucky just groaned in response. No wonder he'd felt so sluggish during the fight today. He'd been coming down with a stomach bug.

"Think you're up for moving?" Steve asked after a few moments.

Bucky was exhausted, but he also wanted to get up off the bathroom floor. As much as he didn't want to face the rest of the team that would no doubt be watching them when they came out, he also desperately wanted to lay down.

"Okay, let's get you up off the floor and laying down," Steve said, as if reading his mind. He looped his arms under Bucky's, hauling him to his feet. Bucky slumped against Steve, leaning into his shoulder at Steve led them back out to their seats. He kept his eyes closed, face flushing with embarrassment as he felt the eyes of the team on him.

"It's okay, they're just worried," Steve whispered, reading his thoughts again. Steve pushed the armrests up on the seats, then helped Bucky to lay down across them.

"You need anything?" Steve asked, crouching in front of Bucky to be at his eye level. Bucky shook his head slightly, eyes still closed.

"Alright. Try to get rest then okay? I'll wake you up when we land," Steve said.

Bucky didn't answer, focused on willing his body into sleep before he needed to throw up again. He hoped he could make it until they were back in the safety of his and Steve's suite at the tower.

#avengers #marvel #captain america #winter soldier #tw: vomit #vomit trigger warning #adrenaline crash #stomach flu #bucky barnes #sick bucky #caretaker steve #steve rogers #bucky and steve #stucky

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