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teenage-mutant-ninja-freak · 1 year ago

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Ily & i hope you are doing well little bean!!!! 🖤 could you write a lil drabble on the mob turtles x y/n if you kept bothering *insert turtle here* during a meeting bc you want attention so he excuses himself for a second & just shoves a vibrator in your panties & gets to be the one to control it when he goes back to the meeting 🌈😇🤌

Ok this is so fun and 100% something I can see them doing

Mob! Leo

He's still in a meeting

at one point you were even listening in outside the door but the clients are Russian so he's speaking Russian so you couldn't understand a word

it's time to have some fun, you think

in the bathroom you pull up your top and take off your bra and take a sexy photo in the mirror

making that little pouty, bratty face that he likes

you go back to standing out side the door and *send*

it's a waiting game now, but you don't have to wait long

within 2 minutes he's storming outside the door, grabs you by the arm and pulls you to his bedroom

he grabs something from one of the drawers and shoves it in your pants

"What the fuck are you-"

"shut up! You don't wanna be a good girl? Ok, I can play that game"

he storms off back to the meeting and you're just about to inspect what he just put in your underwear when *buzzzz*

you almost fall to the floor, thighs squeezed together and a small gasp escaping your mouth

ok, so that's new

it only becomes a problem when you walk to the kitchen and almost start moaning in the middle of Raph talking to you

he pretends he can't hear the muffled vibrating sound and just walks away muttering "Freaky deeky shit, Leo..."

Mob! Raph

He's had this toy a while and just been waiting for a chance to use it

and you sitting in on a meeting with him, rubbing his thigh a little too close to his dick and knowing exactly what you're doing is his excuse

"Would you excuse us for just a moment, gentlemen?"

he pins you up against the wall, slides it into your underwear and tells you he's only gonna turn up the intensity the more fuss you make so you best be quiet

and boy does he keep on that promise

you're squirming in your seat so much so that he has to pull you onto his lap

you barely remember the 2nd half of the meeting, all your energy going into not ripping his pants off and riding him then and there

the guys he was with don't seem to have a clue whats going on with you

you just smile sweetly before he turns up the settings once more and your eyes damn near roll back in your skull.

"I'm so sorry, I have to-I have to...Go check on something"

When Raph comes t find you after you basically jump his his bones

you tend to be a little naughtier during his meetings from the on out

Mob! Mikey

you're in a meeting with him, a big one actually, and he's clearly bored out of his mind

it's written all over his face and the way he's talking

very monotone "Yeah" and "Ok, sure..."

you feel so bad that he's clearly bored so you decide to spice things up a little

sitting the other side of the table from him, you start running your foot up his leg towards his crotch

he defo notices what you're doing but he's playing it so cool

up until he can't anymore...

"One second, friends. I think it's only fair that my beautiful girlfriend who has had to suffer through all this business talk comes to sit next to me. I should be giving the lady more attention"

you oblige and the second they're distracted by some paperwork, he reaches over and slides something into your underwear

you don't think too much of it at first, Mikey is normally trying shit on with you at any given moment it's actually him removing his hand that makes you confused

you can feel a small object in your underwear tho and that's when the fun starts

you can't help it, you start to pant and fidget in your seat

Mikey is clearly enjoying this and puts a hand on your arm, rubbing little circles with his thumb

one of the men in the room asks you something and you manage to say, as innocently as possible, "I'm so sorry, I'm not really feeling myself. What did you ask?"

white knuckles from gripping the arm of your chair so hard Mikey decides to cut the meeting short only to drag you to his bedroom

Mob! Donnie

It's all so boring

who would have thought a weapons deal would need to take so long

you've been messing with him a little, dropping your pen and dipping under the table to pick it up only to kiss his inner thighs when no one could see

or leaning in to kiss him on the cheek and sneakily giving him a little love bite on the neck

he's flustered, which he doesn't like being when anyone can see

so he excuses you both for a minute to "grab some paperwork"

second you're out of the room his hand is around your throat and he's hissing at you

"Oh I can play this game, too. Much, much better than you can"

he slips something into your underwear and drags you back into the room with some piece of paper that's probably trash but he needed to bring something back with him

a gasp escapes your lips when you feel it

it's pulsing and vibrating and it feels so damn good

you're biting your lip, you trying to stifle moans and you're very clearly turning red

the others in the room actually start asking if you're ok because you're being so off

you're just glad that can't hear the low buzzing sound coming from your panties

"Don't worry about her, let's get back to business"

he doesn't stop there, though

his hand is on your inner thigh, inching closer and closer to when you so desperately want it to be

"everybody leave" you say in a small voice and they turn to hear you better

"I said, everybody fucking leave" in a much more demanding voice

they do as you say

you're not sure if the others would be ok with you getting dicked down hard on the conference table but that's what happened

"You need to behave when we have guests over" warns Donnie

"Totally fucking worth it" you can't help but say

#the mob! boys #the mob boys #mob! donnie #mob donnie #mob! leo #mob leo #mob! mikey #mob mikey #mob! raph #mob raph #mob! au #mob! hc's #mob hcs

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bunny-j3st3r · 7 months ago

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You should do some relationship headcanons with Hyacinth and Gummigoo 👀💥❗️

Okaydyxcyycvy

Hyacinths is going under cut tho good lird

Gummigoo

- he defo feels like he'd be a more shy type about you liking him. Not in an uwu type but thinks that your messing with him because he thinks that you think he's a non sentient ai

- once he realizes you like aren't joking and in fact very persistent he'd prolly try and persuade you off him at first, he's an ai, he can't go with you when you leave so he dosnt want either of you heartbroken.

- But then he'd notice the game has been over for awhile, you haven't gone through the portal and no one has come to look for you. Your avatar clothing has began to change even to fit the environment around it.

- This is where he starts to soften, in the whole canyon you're the only other person that does not have a set path or a set dialogue. He starts to open up to you, he sits closer to you at nights as you tell him stories of your life on the outside.

- He feels a new emotion in his coding, something he hasn't felt before, he feels comfort and joy and maybe some romantic feelings.

- He's still an ai so he still struggles a lot with understanding some things so he'd just kinda blurt it out like "I really like yah a-and if yah want I'd be happy to have yah as my.... P-partner?"

- saying yes to this would prolly have him hooting and hollering, grabbing your hands and smooching at your forehead. He knows you both come from different worlds but he promises he'll take good care of you as best he can.

Tw: abuse under cut with Hyacinth

He's not nice

Hyacinth...

- Let's start by saying, Hyacinth will NEVER have romantic feelings towards you. Whatever he says is fake, he is using you to get what he wants.

- He's very good at playing pretend, if he sees you as a potential target he'll slowly butter you up, assessing what kind of person you are.

- If he clocks you as a one night kinda deal he'll get the sex over and done with, it's what you're both looking for

- However if he clocks you as someone lonely and looking for a partner he very much enjoys playing mind games.

- He'll start the 1st stage which is flirting. He'll get your attention, say the right words, soft touches here and there. Even going as far to act hurt if you tell him that ppl warned you about him "Yeah... I did some bad stuff in the past... But see I lost someone I really loved because of it... And now they all treat me like this, can't a person change?" This is a lie, he's making you pity him.

- The honeymoon phase is next, this is the stage of where you think he loves you. He's very tender and gentle to you. Sometimes he says the wrong thing but he always seems to know the right words to bring you back in. The sex with him is amazing to, sure he likes marking you up but it's sexy right?

- The abuse stage. This is the stage where he starts liking to try and break his toys. He'll scratch, bite and even smack you around a little just for the fun of it. He'll bully you a lot and treat you like nothing more than a fleshlight. He teeters on the edge of making you walk away though, he'll sweet talk you after, love bomb you and say he always loved you. This is fake, he can't feel love, he does not know how.

- The final stage is normally his favourite, he's gotten bored of you now and decides to break you down. He'll grab your arm, digging his claws in and grinning "Loved you? Why tha fuck would I ever love you? Your shit beneath my shoe but darling... I'll tell you something." He'll pull you in closer "Ain't no one gonna ever feel as good as I do, you'll come crawling back jus' BEGGING me tah fuck yah. Fucking slut" and leave you broken.

- Just when you think you're getting over him he'll come back in to your life. He's bored and he's going back to the first stage. It's down to you if you fall for it or not

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bearseulgs · 2 years ago

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enhypen with a cute barista s/o

gn!reader x ot7

genre: fluff

wc: 991

warnings: food (duh), sad attempts at flirting, tiny mentions of creeps and rude customers but i don't go into detail !

requested!! tysm

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Heeseung ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he always appreciates when you make him caffeinated drinks or small snacks during late night gaming sessions

so when he finds out you're working at the new internet café downtown he was ECSTATIC (if internet cafés don't actually serve food or coffee or whatever i'm sorry i've never been to one 😭)

he never bothers you when you're working, but he'll come in and order a drink

and then once he's seated he just glances at you from time to time, admiring how well you work with the customers <3

bc Lord knows you deserve the appreciation for putting up w working in the food industry

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jay ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he loves loves loves it

sometimes he comes in to order a coffee or smth when you're on shift

and he just sits at his table, admiring you in your element 🥰

i feel like he really appreciates candid moments with or of his partner so he loves watching you do your thing

also if your café doesn't have a uniform he lovesss seeing the outfits you pick

bc like obvi you're gonna dress up and get all cute and cozy

otherwise what's the point of working at a café

sometimes you even let him pick out your outfit and mans goes ham

plenty of my moots can testify to this, i think that brown is THE best colour in fashion

and it's the perfect colour for a cute barista like yourself to wear

so i think he'd pick an outfit based on that + cozy vibes, like cottagecore academia??

and he'd probs prepare a matching outfit for himself on these days <3 he's so cringe for it but i love him

anyways Jay when s/o is barista-ing = in love

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jake ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he always shows you off

like he and some friends or the members will go to your café to hang out

and if you're working the register or making the brews he points at you and goes "see them?? they're my partner 😌 jealous??"

bc like,,, who wouldn't be jealous of him, he's dating you

cutie -3-

gives you tips every time he comes in

you're always like "whatttt you don't have toooo why would you waste your money like that" but it's in the telling-your-relatives-no-the-first-time-they-offer-then-accepting way of rejecting

false kindness and bashfulness, i like your strategy

he's so proud of you, his cute lil barista

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunghoon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

will wait in line every time you have a shift just to flirt with you

"i'd like a breakfast sandwich with a side of you to go"

what a dork

he actually bothers you on shift SO MUCH but you don't really mind

or maybe you do idk your life maybe you're trying to make that bank and i respect that

defo comes in EVERY shift you have just to watch you and make sure you're safe bc there are creeps out there :(

as much as he likes to pretend he does it to bother you and make jokes he's really just protective of you and wants to make sure you're okay STOP i'm so in love ✋

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Sunoo ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he always asks for randomized latte art bc he likes seeing what you make for him

more often than not it's some cute critter or a lil sun bc he's your sunny boy

he loves coming towards the end of your shifts so that y'all can have a lil date together over some coffee

he even pays <33 but insists that you use your employee discount (if you have one idk how the food industry works)

which you don't mind doing bc like saving money and being responsible with your spending is attractive don't judge me on that

he's so precious, he always encourages you after a day with particularly rude customers

what a sweetheart

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Jungwon ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

i feel like he doesn't actually come into your work a lot ?

but that's just bc he doesn't wanna bother you

you've told him repeatedly that you don't mind him coming in on shift, esp if it's kinda boring and not super busy

but he doesn't out of respect HE'S SO PERFECT UGH 😩🤍

however he does enjoy dropping you off and picking you up to make sure that you're safe and had a good day (my brother does this with his gf it's so sweet)

sometimes you make him drinks when he pulls all nighters studying and he's so 🥺🥺every time you do

even tho he doesn't see you working very often he still notices the skills work taught you and loves them a lot

- ͙۪۪̥˚┊❛ Ni-ki ❜┊˚ ͙۪۪̥◌

he's only dating you for discounted pastries /J I'M KIDDING he loves u <3

he actually thinks it's so neat that you're a barista bc like . that's his partner 🥺

idk something in him goes 💖💖💖 (like specifically the sparkly hearts) when he sees you working, esp when you're making food

maybe he just likes eating who knows

or maybe you're just extra attractive (if it's possible for you to get more attractive) when baking

i vote the latter

bc you're just so in your element and it's like this candid domestic moment despite it being in the work place

and he admires you so much

a/n: i actually had no idea where i was going with any of this but here we are. also calling k-pop boys dorks is my new default setting. e s p r e s s o that's who i am

©️ bearseulgs 2022

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blair-the-juggalho · 2 years ago

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Hey Blair! Can I request the ericson gang x reader who maybe bleached and dyed their hair, tattoos and scars and if they like it or not and how they deal with it? Thank you! <3

Hey Lana! And of course I can, lovely! I hope you enjoy <3

Violet

We already know this girl loves your tattoos and scars!

And for you dying you hair? Loves it.

She would defo ask you to do hers like a streak of purple on her hair some where!

She’s in love and is so obsessed with everything you do

But if you dye your hair a lot she may miss some of the old colours and ask if you would ever redye your to be like that again

No matter the answer your the coolest person in her eyes<3

Mitch

This man too loves you look!

I don’t think he’d ever dye his hair but he loves it when you do!

Every time you change your hair all he does is sit with you and play with it

However if you can give him a tattoo or know someone who can give him a tattoo omg he’s on the floor begging you for one

And btw if you do let him get one he’s going to be showing it off to everyone

But going back to what I was saying, I feel like he too would maybe be a bit upset if you got rid of a colour he really liked but he supports you no matter what

Louis

Ngl he was a little bummed out when you said you where gonna re dye your hair

He thinks your look stunning no matter what but he was just going to miss your old hair

He deals with it by joking around, as he does with most situations

After you re did your hair and complimenting you 100000 times

He puts on a fake toast during dinner

“Oh how nice to see that every gathered here to say to say goodbye forever to to (names) old hair, gone but never forgotten.”

He may be a bit of a prick at times but he does genuinely love it when you change things up yk?

It keeps him on his toes and it’s something that he loves about you!

Your not afraid to try summat new!

He’s obsessed with you and your No.1 supporter

Marlon

This man loves everything about your look!

Your just so cool!

Like Mitch he’d never dye his hair but he likes it when you do it

He’s way of dealing with it is as soon as he finds out you want to change it he asks you all sorts about it and wants to sit next to you while you do it

“So what colour? What made you wanna change it?”

He doesn’t mean it in a mean way tho! He will still love you no matter what

Also like Mitch if you ever let this man get a tattoo dear god he will be so exited like he’s gonna stop wearing that silly jacket and always have his sleeves rolled up so everyone can see it

Aasim

Very intimated by your look at first be he eventually gets use to it!

Now when it comes to your hair and you say you wanna change it up

This man nearly cried

He still supports you doing it but he’s really going to miss your old hair

His way to deal with this new change is by dedicating a whole ahh chapter to you in his book

Literally all about your hair before and after

He then gets use to it and is even more in love with you

Then rinse and repeat when you do want to redye it again lmao!

So I guess he doesn’t love it when you change your hair but he doesn’t mind it? Yk

Omar

I already mentioned how much he loves your bad ass look!

And when you tell him you want to dye your hair he’s backing you up 100%!

He even offers to help or just be by your side

In dedication to this new change he tries to base that nights dinner off your new colour!

Even if it’s just food colouring or some small spices that look like that colour

He wants to celebrate the change!

Ruby

I’ve already mentioned that she thinks your look is a bit too “aggressive” for her

But she still likes you so it’s forgiven

And when you tell her your gonna dye your hair? You’ll never hear the end of it

She might be a bit apprehensive if you wanted to dye it a bright colour but she can’t stop you so she lets you do whatever

She deals with it by at first pretending that nothings changed and not bringing it up

But after a few days she goes back to asking if you’ll ever change it back

She eventually after a week or so she gets use to it then proceeds to apologise and compliment your new look <3

So Unfortunately I don’t think she’s too happy whenever you change your hair 😭

Brody

You definitely shocked her when you first met her, no surprise there

But she totally loves how care free you are when it comes to that stuff!

When you tell her your going to dye your hair she’s so exited!

She definitely wants to know what your planning to do and asks if maybe you could do her hair too!

She will miss your old hair but she thinks your new hair totally suits you just as much if not more!

#twdg #twdg louis #twdg x reader #twdg marlon #twdg mitch #twdg omar #twdg ruby #twdg violet #the walking dead game #twdg s4

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subjectsix · 3 years ago

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HC question: How would Control characters take care of a toddler?

I was gonna say toddler was like, 2-4, but google says its 1-2 year olds? I dispute this dsfjhskdjfh let's put that age range at 2-3

Trench is great with kids in my mind. He's sat there just watching the kid play pretend or move their toys around, occasionally adding quiet comments or answering questions (usually with a "yeah?" or "oh, I see" to blabs he can't understand). He's just very calm and seems a bit tired but really doesn't mind. Will carry them around and get them pre-made snacks from the fridge and stuff. He just has those perpetual ":/" vibes attached to him skejfhsjehf but he's soft

Darling wants to be good with kids but isn't super sure what he's doing and is trying anyway! He tries giving the kid stuff to do for 6 or 7 year olds, which is at least a bit better than babying the kid, but doesn't quite get how all to help. Doing a good job keeping up with them though! Until he suddenly isn't and is just exhausted wiped out. Would probably let the kid get into stuff they shouldnt and go "ah its fine, I'm here! I'm watching!" [kid is standing up on the table throwing things]

Marshall is a lot like Trench but more content to just sit and watch. She has her eye on the kid and makes sure they don't get into anything they shouldn't and just lets them play and keeps them corralled to one play area. Lets the kid come sit next to her once they're wore out and look at picture books until they fall asleep. Is not afraid to use more adult language around kids kjsehfkjshf

Jesse feels out of her depth and a bit anxious to look after a kid, honestly. She would rather someone else come help or do this and feels pretty awkward at first, but by the end of it shes handling it all like a champ. Probably reads to them or makes up stories or builds blocks with them. Doesn't always know how to respond to questions or kid humor but that literally never stops kids. If she could use her powers she'd probably have to just sit there and entertain them with little party tricks once the kids learned kjdshfjsdhf but I think she'd enjoy that

Dylan oh this depends so much. I think his patience at times can be really low, but I also think kids this young wouldn't be too off-put by him. Low patience for being climbed around on or too much loud noise, but something in him aches watching kids just run around and play, and would definitely be willing to just sit there on the floor and listen to them make stuff up or build stuff with them. Will end up in that feedback loop where kid brings him a book, he reads it, kid instantly grabs another book and brings it to him, repeat. Would not want to be doing this and probably uses language and tones he shouldn't and would need frequent breaks or just someone there to help him, but would overall be trustworthy and pretty decent with the right kid. In a non-FBC, non-hiss world, he'd be great with kids. Gentle yet snarky dude.

Emily looked up some specific activities or tips to do and is following those and adjusting on the fly sekjhfjksehf keeps a pretty neat schedule for the kid and generally just has like... teacher/worker vibes, I suppose? Like less like you're being babysat by a friend or young adult and more like she's a fancy daycare worker following a structured routine. Has music playing and mostly lets the kid play themselves, watching and sometimes adding comments. She overall would rather not watch kids but she's not bad at it at all.

Arish defo watched plenty of kids in his time, talks to the kid very casually ("no way that's your car??? can you make it go super fast on the ground?? let me see!") and will join in their games or pick them up and toss them around and chase them and stuff. Will joke around a bunch and do the like "uncle" thing where he sneaks the kid desserts or shows them stuff they aren't usually allowed to watch or play

Langston not used to kids at all but trying his best! Which is completely out of his depth! Hey kid please don't touch that, no you can't play with the cat like that they don't like that, uhhhh do you want some tea to drink? It's my new jazz album don't you like it? Jazz is good for babies right? Oh you-- you say you're not a baby-- that's fair. I-- I guess you can flip through this book with pictures? uh--

Underhill like your strict aunt who seems really scary but after the third trip to her place you realize she's actually pretty funny and nice, she just comes off like that. She really would rather not be watching this kid and she makes it clear but she's good at it. Makes good snacks and repeatedly asks the kid to use their inside voice and play in a specific little play area

#long post #anon #control 2019 #zachariah trench #casper darling #helen marshall #jesse faden #dylan faden #emily pope #simon arish #frederick langston #raya underhill #kip control headcanons

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energyanon · 3 years ago

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Heres Henry. It’s gonna be 2 parts cause this one was pretty intense for me. I have a feeling other people checked on him today too and didn’t close it properly 👀 guys if you’re gonna do it, close it properly pls. Also yes anon you were right about the intensity, but I knew that already. I felt it when I saw the post. Here is part one.

Placed HC.

Henry:

Eyes heavy, heart racing. Constriction in the chest (if you remember from my second reading with him and NV there was constriction there too, but I don’t have NV placed here)

Deep sighs from him and he couldn’t stand up he had to sit on the floor.

This feels like depression.

Not just an emotion of sadness, actual depression, like.. once again he’s on the edge of getting emotional and crying but just can’t seem to get them out (I find it very easy to cry and with seb I cried my heart out. If I had a choice I’d make him cry cause it’s not healthy to keep it in, but there is such a strong block to actually cry for him)

It feels rooted in masculinity, I won’t lie. There is something that keeps sending me back to “you can’t cry there’s nothing to cry about.” He feels so alone though.

He wants to fold into himself but he won’t do that either. There’s a bit of a sense of “you’re being dramatic, this isn’t worth feeling sad over”

Another deeeeeeep sigh.

And that made the tears come to the eyes, but I’m still not crying just yet. And it’s stopped again.

For real, everytime there is one iota of a feeling he shoves it down.

The way he feels is like.. you know when you feel like you’ve just wasted your life.. and you don’t know where you’re going or what you’re doing and the future just doesn’t seem worth it. It’s not suicidal by any means I’m not getting those thoughts but it’s more like..

what’s the point? Drifting. He kind of feels like he’s floating in space and it’s not a peaceful feeling, but it’s not panicked as you would be, it’s like a complete feeling of hopelessness there is nothing I can do.. I’m out of energy.

Once again that brought water to the eyes but they won’t fall.

If he had a choice he would just lie on the ground face down.

But once again, I’m allowing him to do that but he won’t move me there. It’s like he wants to but he doesn’t want to show that “weakness” except there’s no one here observing him it’s just me. Whatever this is, it’s so deeply rooted that he can’t even be himself around himself. Another deep sigh.

He doesn’t want to do anything he has no desire to move from his place on the ground, there’s barely any thoughts besides just completely lost and he really wants to just lay face down but he won’t let himself. He doesn’t even have the energy to let me get another placement…being in this I honestly just feel.. nothing. it’s not an absence of feeling per say but it’s.. I just don’t care. I don’t care about anything. He’s trying to, he’s really trying but he’s lost the feeling.

There’s chocolate in this room and he wants to eat it (comfort)

I literally had to drag myself to go get another placement cause he was not moving.

I put down career, and it wanted to be on top of him. I tried to not do that as I’m gonna have to read career on top of Henry and that’s difficult but it genuinely wouldn’t let me place it anywhere else, it’s on TOP of him.

Career

Career doesn’t seem to care that it’s on him, it’s fine being on Henry. It said “I wanna crush Henry” standing on him make its feet warm and it likes that. Hen also seems hard to it though, like standing on rocks. It’s really uncomfortable to be standing here now. Like it feels like I’m pressing my feet hard into rocks my feet really hurt.

Henry

Henry feels breathless with Career on him and I can literally feel the weight of it on me. it’s contorting my neck down and my back feels like it’s carrying this heavy thing my back is hurting now. I genuinely feel like I’m carrying something so heavy on my back and neck. It feels like it’s slowly crushing me. He’s a bit stressed about it but he can’t move. He defo wants to be out of this situation though. My body genuinely feels like I’m slowly folding into myself and I’m getting crushed under my own weight. He also feels a bit dizzy and cannot concentrate on anything else besides being crushed. I need to get myself out of this cause it really hurts.

I’m not going to do a constellation for him (no permission and also he needs to do him. I cant fix the guy) but I am barely moving career just so it is no longer crushing him and that’s the only Change I’m making cause nothing can move from here if career doesn’t move. I asked him where he wanted career, he said just in front of him, I asked if he wanted it facing him, he said no just in front. (This isn’t something I usually do I won’t talk to them, but I still needed some sort of approval in order to move career and essentially “shift” the energy.)

I (as in me) need to take so many breaks from him cause it’s so intense to be in his energy right now.

Henry:

He’s looking at career, career has its back turned, his body is still suffering a bit from being crushed, but he just feels sad and hopeless looking at career. It’s bigger than him but not massively so. But he also feels like career doesn’t like him, that career wouldn’t want to be touched by him, that he’s better to just kind of… go..

he feels shut out by career.

And that ALMOST gets me to watery eyes again but for the love of god he will not feel it.

Once again, even though he’s not being crushed anymore he feels so heavy and my feet hurt again. He’s forcing me to SHOVE them into the ground, And I can’t help feeling heavy in Henry’s energy, I feel like I weigh a tonne.

Solid cinder blocks on my feet is what it feels like. I cant move. But I also have no desire to move im just staring at career like “this is what I deserve”

I wanted to see if he would ask anything around him for help but no, he just wanted to give a little smile and pretend that it’s all good. Did not want help from anything or anyone, did not want to move and wanted to ignore it all. My FEET HURT SO MUCH.

I need to take another break. I don’t know why my entire weight seems to shift as I’m in his energy but my ANKLES cannot take the weight. it’s actually fucked my left inner ankle I don’t know what it’s called, the navicular? Everytime I try to stretch it it makes a cracking sound 🥲 energy work is fucked you guys.

On the plus side I don’t feel anymore back or neck pain. So we’re going back in.

Career:

Career doesn’t like Henry behind him. It’s Not feeling like it wants to be on top of him anymore, but it’s back is hot. Henry is encroaching on its personal space and it feels like it can feel him breathing on its back? It’s not happy about that it’s a bit disgusted.

Doesn’t feel like it should move though it feels like Henry should move away from it. It’s not CAREERS problem that Henry wants to breathe his hot breath on its back.

It’s so uncomfortable like it keeps twitching it’s back about it. It doesn’t like that feeling at all.

I moved career and yeah it doesn’t want to face him, back turned to him, it thinks he’s gross. And now it’s getting a bit of anxiety?

I cant stop getting the heebie jeebies about Henry though like I keep trying to get his germs off my back as if rolling my shoulders enough will do that it’s so gross it’s having a little spasm about it. I’m getting out of here.

Henry:

Henry feels much lighter now that career has moved, and a fraction happier. A little bit more free. Still wants to sit on the ground though.

Omg as I tried to get down onto the ground I let out such an old man groan and my body cracked in so many places. I’m not an old woman guys I’m so young 🥲 I shouldn’t be cracking.

He doesn’t feel as hopeless now as he did before, a lot lighter than before, but he still doesn’t know what to do. He’s also not as tired.

Career is there in the corner but he makes fleeting eye contact as he doesn’t really wanna look at it at all.

It’s kinda sad he’s just sitting here. Alone. Not really doing anything. Not really sure what to do. Also my backs hurting again and I keep saying “I’m getting old”

(I (EA) am not old and My back is JUST FINE)

I’m going to have to end it here and do a part 2 another time, cause this one is taking it out of me, and right now he doesn’t want to move and I also don’t feel like I should put anything down. The focus I stepped into today is defo on career than anything else.

Also I know I said I wouldn’t put NV in, but the fascinating part is.. Henry doesn’t want NV in. Like I think about it and he actually shuts down MY thought.

Weird 👀

So part two will be: the Insta post, fans and.. I’m gonna do body and status aswell.

#reading #HC

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bucky-iss-bae · 4 years ago

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The Best Assassin (Bucky Barnes x Reader)

A/N - You guys, two one shots, in two days. This is as good as it gets really. JOKE. I wanna do morreee.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Fandom: Marvel (MCU)

Prompts/Summary: Its Movie night in the Avengers compound.

Warnings: Spoilers for John Wick Kinda fluffy, just idiots being idiots.

Word Count: 1300

Masterlist

Walking through the compound with your blanket and pillows meant one thing. Movie nights. Every now and then, the team and their close ones got together, and you were fortunately apart of their close ones since you and Bucky started to date.

It was always fun as you grew up as Sam’s best friend, and then got replaced by Steve and Bucky, to then steal bucky. That’s a joke, well its not, Sam set you and Bucky up, it was great, you and Bucky could tease Sam. And bullying Sam was the best.

“You know, your ass looks amazing in those shorts. Maybe we should skip out on movie night and just go have some fun” Bucky commented from behind you,

Turned your head towards him, he was stood with a cheeky smile on his face, “Ain’t nothing wrong with that sweetheart” He said slapping your ass as he walked past,

You glared at him, and then his peach, running past him and slapping his ass in the process causing him to yelp out and you to giggle as you ran towards the common area.

“Why you…” he grumbled, seconds later you were wrapped up in one of his arms, as he then threw you down on the couch that the two of you would be sharing as he tickled you,

“Oh c’mon guys” Sam said pushing you apart and sitting between the two of you, “Nope, nuh uh, no funny business. We got John Wick on tonight. Keanu Reeves in one of his finest”

“Who the fuck is Keanu Reeves?” Bucky asked sighing and sitting on the other side of Sam, although he was sending daggers into his head as he sat between you both.

“The Matrix” Nat said as she sat down getting comfortable, if anyone saw the way the avengers were sat around right now, no one would believe they were earths greatest defence.

“Ohh, that guy. Okay… okay.”

“You still have no clue, do ya Buck?” Steve asked with raised eyebrows,

“Not gonna lie bud, it all still goes over my head”

“Find that hard to believe when Y/N is constantly making pop culture references. Honestly her and Peter, the bane of my life. Its hell. I seem old compared to her, and we’re the same age” Sam said, you and Peter shared a look, he became your little brother.

“Yeah but… you gotta get with the times man. Get TikTok, maybe follow a few meme pages on Instagram. You’ll catch up in no time”

“Which leads me to say, I ain’t ever seen two pretty best friends, always one of them gonna be ugly” Peter said looking between you and Sam,

“It ain’t me. What the fuck does that even mean? Who’s ugly? Are you on about me and Buck, Bucky and Steve, Me and Y/N?” Sam asked while everyone was settling in,

You just laughed after hearing that on TikTok all day today, you were pretty sure Bucky had also heard it.

“I’m the pretty one” you yelled, “I dibs it. Now move” you said to Sam,

“Yo, I definitely ain’t moving now.”

“It’s just something on TikTok. Don’t worry” Peter said to Sam, “Now I heard the iconic Keanue reeves is on tonight”

“What is this John Wick even about” Bucky grumbled,

“No one spoil it. It’s sad, it’ll make you cry” You told him,

“Hey, no, I thought it was an action film” He said,

“It is… Wait what if it triggers him?” Bruce asked,

“It’s also about assassins. Will it trigger you?”

“Probably if Sam’s sat next to me” Bucky said causing a few to laugh,

“Okay, fine. I’m moving, I don’t want to be on his winter solider side for the hundredth time. Y/N, come on, lets switch”

You grinned at that getting up and switching with Sam, Bucky held his arm out for you to cuddle into, his chest your own personal pillow,

“Ya’ll make me sick” he grumbled, “Fucking sat there reminding my ass of how single I am” Sam grumbled watching the two of you,

You stuck your tongue out at him and he just shook his head,

“Also Morgan wants a child friendly film next time. She’s excited to have a sleepover, sad that she’s not here” Tony said causing Clint to laugh, “Oh, yeah. My kids are the same, they’ll all probably make a plan tonight to worm their way into us watching Moana or Brave or some Disney film”

“Yo, I am down. Let them join us, we’ll have a Disney movie marathon, and I’ll find all the films I can cry at” You said knowing that you’ve tried to put Disney films out there, and if it means the kids join, you won’t complain.

Soon enough someone put the film on and you all sat around watching it, a lot of bickering amongst someone stealing all the popcorn, a lot of tears at the dog scene, it was horrible. It nearly made you cry, although Steve pointed out how he recognised the guy from Game of Thrones. You were impressed, he’s getting there.

After that silence took over, the film being action packed, and revenge driven. You figured, if anyone ever hurt your dog, you would 100% get someone to train you to do exactly what John Wick does.

“Yo, Y/N” Sam said calling you during the film, “If you had to choose, who’s your favourite assassin”

Your lips began to move before you could stop yourself, “John Wick, no cap”

You felt eyes on you as soon as you said that, realising you were currently using the best assassin of his time as a pillow, your jaw dropped at your own answer, wanting to laugh but figured, it may not be wise.

“The fact that you added no cap at the end of it” Peter said fake flinching at it,

“In my defence,”

“Go on sweetheart, in your defence. At this rate you’ll be spending the night on this couch”

A few oohhs erupted around the room making you want to laugh more, “In my defence, I fancied Keanu Reeves when he was in Speed. And no, listen, I forgot okay.”

“You forgot what my profession is? And then continue to talk about how you fancied the man in another film” he asked, you turned your head up looking at him, he tried to look hurt but you knew your man, he had mischief in his eyes,

Someone had paused the film to laugh at the interaction between the two of you, “Got a lot of making up to do huh Y/N” Wanda joked wiggling her eyebrows,

“Although, I do see the similarities between John Wick, and James Barnes, I mean the long hair for starters”

“The Russian assassin part. Although I’m sure the guy had his own red room” Nat said,

“And I’m sure they both have a hair care routine” Peter said pretending to film his own hair,

“Ohh, let’s not forget the killing part” Sam added,

“You think Bucky could do what he does in the second one?” Natasha asked Sam,

“Let’s give him a pencil and send him into a bar”

“I would start sticking up for Bucky saying he defo can, but like it’ll seem like I’m just trying to get on his good side. So let’s just you know, watch the film. And all agree that we all love john wick”

“You don’t make this better for yourself huh?” Sam asked causing you to kick his thigh but giggle at the same time, as someone played the film you looked up to see Bucky staring at you adoringly, you don’t know why, but clearly, he didn’t hate you for the comment. Maybe it was because you see him more as an assassin, and that’s what he always fears, people only see him for that.

“I love you” He whispered only for you to hear,

“I love you too baby” You said before kissing his cheek and laying back down, he wrapped his arm around you tighter as the two of you laid there watching the film.

AN - I wrote this in one sitting because a few days ago I was watching John Wick and mentioned how he’s one of my fave assassins and my sister was like bro Bucky is literally an assassin and I was like damnnn I really be do having a type.

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vanikolya · 4 years ago

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going to the cinema - allies (minus france)

america / alfred

he says it’s a day out for both of you, but in reality you’re acting more like his parent than his friend

“omg omgggg i’m gonna get the limited edition merch from the new film” “alfred, no”

buys too many of the overpriced snacks, you still have stuff left by the time the credits roll around

you have to shush him sometimes

says you should go watch all the preview films together when they come out, even if they look baaaaad bad he still wants to go

you making quiet comments and jokes about the film, but he laughs way too loud for someone who’s sat in a cinema

oh and ofc you have like, the best seats, “it’s cooler that way”, i’m talking about those high. quality. top row seats.

if the film is available to see in 3d, you’re seeing it in 3d. no question, alfred wears the 3d glasses on top of his usual glasses, he doesn’t even give one about the physical inconvenience

it’s most likely a new action film, or a re-showing of a classic kids’ film like toy story or something

mcdonalds afterwards. you have to walk past one on your way home so it was kind of expected ngl

film review time over your mcdonalds, whether you sit in or take out there’s no avoiding impromptu film review time

walks you home if you ask, but generally you can both just settle for walking together and splitting up when you need to go different ways

england / arthur

he doesn't like cinemas so much (why go to watch a film sitting with random people when you can watch it in the comfort of your own home?) but he'll go, if you ask nicely

or bribe him. he takes magic spells and easy recipes

probably a paranormal horror film, or a romcom. nothing overly flashy and american, like an action film or slash horror

you bring your own snacks and drinks, why waste money on cinema snacks when you can buy the same thing from a normal shop for less?

arthur's special move is "instantly become a film critic when the previews start"

"we should watch this one when it comes out" "this one looks like utter rubbish"

if he doesn't like the film, he'll pretend to like it until you've left the cinema and he can proceed with shit talking the film

he's a little critical like wow arthur give the thing a chance

you don't go for takeaway/fast food after, not a fancy restaurant either, just something inbetween where you can have a quick meal

that being said, if the cinema was a spontaneous decision, then you're defo on fish and chips or a pub dinner

walks you home, either fully or halfway. whether you're on a date or just a platonic day out, he still wants you home safe, and it's the nice thing to do either way

china / yao

you only have to ask once, because it seems like good fun, he's willing to go

your own snacks or no snacks, take it or leave it

any film goes really, though he will comment over large portions of most of them

a live movie review so to say, not one afterwards like alfred does

"yao. yao please omg shush there's a film"

get him quiet before someone else shushes him first, christ he's not happy with it when that happens

he's not blunt about it but if he didn't like the film, then you're gonna know

same if he likes it too, you're hearing all about it

ci v i li z ed conversations about the film, rather than just how alfred and arthur would rant or info dump about their opinions on it

your house or his house afterwards? either way he cooks for you both, no restaurant or fast food needed

maybe a few street food snacks on the way, if available

(if you went to his house) he lets you walk home alone if you want to/don't mind, but defo the type to like double double check you're okay with it if you do

canada / matthew

very willing to go to the cinema, it's a nice place to spend time together without necessarily having to have a big conversation or be loud

prefers calmer films to action films, likes adventure films at a push

simple snacks, low amount, "less is more", plus it leaves less chance of either of you feeling sick afterwards

looks for positives in the film if he doesn't like it, but quietly glowing if he does like it

mostly just likes being able to spend his time with someone who doesn't leave him behind and who takes notice of him

he wants to hear about what you thought about the film, he'll add things in from his own opinion if he feels the need

you go to a cafe afterwards, for hot drinks and something sweet, unless you're hungrier than that

if so, going to a small restaurant or fast food place is fine

walks you home all the way; enjoys the company, and wants you to get home safely too

quite preoccupied with making sure you're happy and enjoying yourself

"you're not thirsty are you, i can buy you a drink?" "are you sure?" "okay then, just tell me if you want anything"

probably brought a small present for you, whether it was a platonic or romantic day, he wants to thank you for caring for him and being nice

russia / ivan

yes, he'll go with you!

it makes him happy to have been asked, finally someone's not so scared of him, enough that they would ask him to go somewhere with them

cinema snacks, though the prices did annoy him slightly, on both of your behalves

and safe to say your snack quantity is on the lower side, due to said prices

any horror films, but he's still oddly cheerful after leaving the cinema

blunt with his opinions on the film, but whether he liked it or not he still says everything with a smile on his face

surprisingly good listener when you're talking about your own opinions on the film

it's his own cooking, or a restaurant, though he would prefer baltic/russian food so you could try the types of food he likes

insists on walking you home, to make double sure you get home safely

and let me tell you, no one is messing with you while he's by your side, he can disarm them from their intentions with just one glare

thanks you for inviting him to go with you, like, you could have picked another friend but you chose him instead

made clear that he'd like to do something like this again, and would say yes if you asked him again

#aph russia #aph #hetalia #aph allies #aph canada #aph england #aph america #aph china #arthur kirkland #yao wang #ivan braginsky #matthew williams #alfred jones #headcanons #hetalia headcanons #aph headcanons #hcs

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saltys-writings · 5 years ago

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Hi ! I have a request { got7 reaction when you suddenly come and sit on their lap }♡☁☁

[Got7] Reaction to you suddenly sitting down in their lap

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Warning: slightly suggestive on some members

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JB:

he’d love it

feels rlly rlly cozy whenever you’re that close to him, because he’d never get tired of being near you

he might not show it that much but it really warms his heart whenever you touch him, especially small, fleeting touches

so when you come sit down in his lap I feel like he’d just roll with it

would defo put his arm around you and hold you, so he can be sure you’re safe and won’t fall

like even he knows it’s unlikely you’ll fall off, but it’s just kind of a reflex

anyway he loves feeling connected to you physically, so he’ll be very happy when you sit in his lap and then he’d just go on with whatever he was doing in the first place

though, if he was about to get up and you’re keeping him from leaving by sitting down on top of him, it can go either of two ways, depending on his mood

if he’s stressed he’ll probably get angry, though he won’t show it for the most part

but he might get impatient while trying to convince you to get off of him

chances are he’ll just pick you up and sit you down elsewhere once he had enough

will make sure to ruffle through your hair and give you a short kiss though, as an apology

or when he’s in a good mood, he’ll just let you have your way with him for a while, probably pretending to be dead underneath you lmao

but no matter what, just remember he can’t ever be mad at you for giving him some physical touch uwu

Mark:

with him it depends on what your relationship is

if you’re good friends, or have been dating for a while, he’ll be much like Jaebeom

very welcoming, making sure to put his arm around you and hold you close

might even lean back and lay your head against his chest

however, will be a flustered baby™ if he happens to have a crush on you

like the moment you sit down in his lap his brain will stop working and he can be seen questioning his whole life over the span of a second or two

plays it cool after that surprisingly well though

however…

the aftermath will look a little different

he’ll be constantly reminded of how much his heart was beating out of his chest when you sat in his lap

and he’ll remember what it was like to have you so close that he could even smell the perfume you were wearing, the shampoo you’re using, etc…

secretly a part of him is hoping you’ll do it again, while another part is too nervous to even think about it

and when it does happen a second time, he’ll be dying all over again

however this time he won’t just let things pass by naturally

chances are he’ll make sure you end up alone with him after that - if you aren’t already alone

and if you don’t make it clear that it was just 100% a friendly gesture right away, then o boi you’re in trouble…

Jackson:

???

what are you doing?

why are you suddenly sitting in his lap?????

will literally be like ???? for a good minute, before he starts laughing awkwardly

“uhm, this feels a little weird you know?”

just keep sitting there, he’ll calm down eventually, and the journey to that point is defo an amusing one

for you, not for him

will be torn between feeling the need to hold you and not to touch you, so he’ll just try to figure out how to give you some stability without making you uncomfortable

his hands will be on your shoulders one second, on your waist the next, and then on your arms right after that

no matter where he ends up touching you, you’ll never be as uncomfortable as he is right then and there

will eventually accept his fate and even feel a little disappointed once you get up

will also be thinking about nothing else for the next two weeks

at some point, when he sees you again, he’ll come round to talking about the incident and eventually come to the conclusion that he wants you to sit in his lap again

will be very awkward while he asks of course

but gain confidence quickly if you say yes and just naturally sit in his lap, maybe even snuggling up to him a little

Jinyoung:

will act surprised when you do it for the first time

but honestly he was just waiting for it

digs it so much

it’ll make him feel like the perfect boyfriend when he knows you’re comfortable in his lap

chances are he’ll ask you to come sit in his lap before you can do it by surprise though

so when you really just throw yourself onto there im kidding pls dont throw yourself he’ll probably just laugh and hold you tight and maybe give you a kiss if you’re in the right position

loves wrapping his arms around you fully and resting his head on your shoulder

also loves placing sweet kisses in your neck and tickling you with them

would spend hours just having you sit in your lap and holding and cuddling you

however if he’s not in a cute cuddly mood chances are - if the surroundings allow it - he will flip your positions, making him the one on top, hovering over you

what follows is most likely a make-out session

possibly even leading to more…

Youngjae:

very flustered the first time you surprise him by sitting in his lap

just like Jackson he’ll be awkward, giggly, and very “????”

calms down quite fast though and maybe holds your hand or smth

it’ll take him a while to get used to this, especially if you haven’t known each other for long

but after a few times he’ll be all about it

really, he loves getting attention from you just as much as he loves giving you attention

so whenever you come sit in his lap he’ll immediately hold you, hug you, and smother you in kisses uwu

likes swaying from side to side when you sit in his lap, and also burying his face in your back or neck

will complain once you get back up

also won’t let go of your hand, in hopes you’ll pity him and come back for “just 5 more minutes”

usually those 5 minutes turn into at least 15

but you can’t be mad at him for that, because he really gives the best, warmest, fluffiest cuddles ever

also loves having you doze off in his lap after a tough day at school or work

Bambam:

flustered as well

what is this?

where is it going?

“Who am I?”

if you listen closely you can actually hear him whisper that under his breath

he’ll be super awkward at first and not know what to do with the situation

you aren’t supposed to sit on top of him like this???

once it becomes clear to him that you really just wanted to be close to him and don’t have any ulterior motives, he relaxes a little

will lightly hold onto you, probably by your waist or hips, and might even rest his chin on your shoulder

but I feel like he wouldn’t be much of a fan of you casually sitting in his lap

if it’s something you like, sure he wouldn’t mind it here and there

but other than that he’d be fine without it

in a less cuddly context he feels differently about it though

I think if you two are starting to flirt or making out, he’d actually find it pretty hot to suddenly have you in his lap, fighting for control a little

so yeah, it all depends on the right timing with him!

Yugyeom:

oh no save this baby

will go through all stages of despair multiple times once you make contact with his lap

when he snaps out of it he’ll just lean over slightly so his face appears in your vision and he will very clearly ask you with just his eyes:

“What the f*ck???”

not in a sense that he doesn’t like it though, he’s just surprised and not used to being so close to you

pls don’t do this in public, he will make a fool of himself

will throw a giggle fit

but will at the same time hold onto you and hide his face behind your back - even when nobody’s around

he really loves it though

will also make you sit sideways, so that he can see your face and lovingly look into your eyes as he rests his chin on your shoulder and holds you tight

boop his nose with yours to make him grin with his whole face

you’re most likely gonna be that overly lovey-dovey couple others secretly want to throw up over for a few minutes

but that’s okay, so long as you two enjoy it

this can also go into an entirely different direction if he’s already in the mood to make out

watch him melt under you as you start kissing him softly and play with his hair

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thechocoboos · 5 years ago

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Actually I do.. Would you mind writing some headcanons of Ardyn and Ignis raising a kid or two together? I really like the idea of them being dad's Especially of a little girl! :3

these hcs have been sitting on my pc gathering dust for the past... 6 months, so I finished ‘em up and here they are! This hcs made me soft ngl

Ignis and Ardyn Raising a Daughter Together

I feel like Ardyn and Ignis have a little bit of a competition sometimes as to who can be the best dad

They love to spoil their little girl, albeit Ardyn definitely takes the cake on that one

He loves to buy her everything she wants, unless it’s downright a waste

She wants another teddy bear? Ardyn’s already bought two new ones

Another game that she really really had her eye on? BOUGHT IT

Ignis is able to convince Ardyn to at least put some of those toys and presents away for Christmas or her birthday, but it’s near impossible to stop him from spoiling her

Ignis, on the other hand, spoils her in subtle ways

He gets their daughter what she needs, and by golly, he likes to get the damn good stuff. Hair brushes of the finest quality, the softest bed sheets, the most insulating thermoses..

They just really love to spoil her

Ignis is the one that takes her to doctor’s appointments, but Ardyn takes her to the dentist ones (Ignis highkey hates the dentist)

When she first came into their lives, Ardyn promptly quit his job to be a stay at home dad (he was pretty sick of his job anyways)

Ignis does have a tough love approach to things, like he definitely assigns her chores and expects her to make her bed and keep her room clean, but he also knows when to be soft and listen

Ardyn is the “more fun” parent of the two

He’s the one who will give in to mischief and laugh if she does something like playing a prank, and arguably he encourages it

However, if she does something that is most definitely wrong, he’s also the one who will react more strongly to it

The puppy dog eyes work on neither of them, although Ardyn sometimes pretends they do

Ignis makes all her lunches and leaves her cute little notes, and Ardyn likes to scribble in a little doodle or his own note alongside it

They are proud of every single thing that their daughter does, and Ignis 100% subtly brags about his daughter at work (he likes to also keep a family pic of himself, Ardyn, and their daughter on his desk too)

As their daughter grows up, Ardyn and Ignis try to respect her growing independence and try to raise her to be not just a fully functioning member of society, but also as someone who will do great things

As she grows up, it’s honestly much harder for Ardyn to let go

Ignis struggles too, but he’s able hide it more

Ardyn, on the other hand, doesn’t want his little girl to grow up and not need her dads anymore

This leads to some arguments down the road, and later in life, it honestly ends up being the source of quite a few bigger fights

Ardyn likes to tease her partners when she’s a teen, and surprisingly, Ignis is the one who raises a judgemental gaze to them

Her partners always leave her house a little uncertain from the mixed signals, with Ardyn’s “I’m a cool dad” vibes and Ignis’ subtle “oh you want to major in philosophy” judgemental gazes and “hmm”s they’re never quite sure what to think

If their daughter ends up being gay or bi or ace or aro or pan or anything else, they’re defo incredibly supportive and make sure to let her know that

Also: with Ignis being apart of the bros, their little girl grows up with many uncles aunts

There’s no escaping that kind of support system for sure

During those times when Ignis has to go away on business trips, Ardyn always turns it into a fun little vacation of his own

Ignis never lets them eat in the living room or stay up late, so that’s exactly what Ardyn does

Ardyn takes their daughter out for fastfood a couple nights and they take it back home where Ardyn throws a blanket out on the floor of the living room as a little “picnic” while they stay up late watching movies and dumb TV shows

Sometimes Ignis comes home late at night a day early, and he’ll see their daughter half asleep on a cocoon of blankets with Arydn absent-mindedly watching some comedy-action movie

Ignis usually finds it so cute that he doesn’t even mind the crumbs when he joins Ardyn at the couch with a small smile and a shake of his head

He usually says something like, “If her sleep schedule goes to shit, it’ll be your fault.”

In summary, they’re very doting dads, even though sometimes they struggle with the knowledge that their daughter is gonna have to grow up and be on her own one day

Even with that, they’ll always be there for her no matter where she ends up

#ffxv #Ignis Scientia #Ardyn #ffxv Ardyn #ffxv Ignis #ignis #headcanons #final fantasy xv #ff15 #jaysfandomcorner

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darkblueboxs · 5 years ago

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howdy i love your aftg writing!! here’s a concept: i feel like once neil’s past is out, he has no reason to hesitate absolutely sucker punching someone. like we know he made neil a pushover because it raises less questions, but now that everyone knows who he is im SURE he’s just bitch slapped someone mid-game. no holding back, like if u say something fucked up he’s just gonna try to kill you!! do you know who this man is?? there’s no doubt in my mind that he knows some quick and lethal punches!

Oh yes, anon. Bruiser!Neil I can DEFO get behind.

Here’s 3k of Neil punching stuff, and Andrew being wildly turned on by it. Read here or on AO3 (Check AO3 notes for content warnings, etc.)

*Edit* : In the original version of this fic, Nicky faces racist abuse in addition to homophobic abuse, and quotes the offensive language and slurs used against him. After concerns were raised regarding how I handled this abuse (specifically, the language used, the context in which the abuse takes place, and my position as a non-latine) I censored and subsequently removed the relevant dialogue. I sincerely apologise and promise to do better in the future. Please don't hesitate to contact me with any questions and concerns regarding this subject.

[01/06/2020]

All the Guys Love a Bruiser

Neil’s mother taught him how to throw a punch, of course she did. Their lessons took place anywhere spacious enough to swing a fist, in empty parking lots behind greasy gas stations or in dingy motel rooms if she thought the walls were thick enough to cover up the noises they made.

Mary had always been more flight than fight, an instinct she had forced into Neil over years of running. Even she had to admit, however, that sooner or later they would hit a dead end, and while that would spell certain death for both of them, it would be better to go down fighting than it would on their knees.

If their lessons ended with Neil aching black and blue, it was his own fault. He needed to be quicker, smarter, crueller. More like his mother.

Matt’s teaching style is different from Mary’s, as is his fighting style. It bears the hallmarks of professional athleticism, all stances and positioning and strategy. While his mother’s idea of a lesson in self-defence was to hit Neil until he figured out how to dodge her blows or hit back, Matt talks him through how to angle his body, how to make a fist in a way that won’t break his fingers. At the end of their first boxing lesson, the only bruises on Neil’s body are the light purple spreading across his knuckles.

That evening, he and Andrew take over the beanbags, TV muted in the background while they dig into ice-cream. The tub is pleasantly cool in Neil’s hands, and he rubs his knuckles against the sides like an improvised icepack. When the residual cold has melted away, Neil flexes his fingers, enjoying the faint tingle dancing across them. These marks are different from those his mother gave him; they weren’t inflicted on him unwillingly but earned with sweat and exertion. When Matt had let go of the punching bag and told him they were done for the day, Neil had been surprised by his own disappointment. He had never been sorry see the end of his mother’s lessons.

Andrew takes his hand suddenly, startling Neil from his thoughts. It’s a purely analytical touch; he turns Neil’s hand over and runs a finger across the blossoming bruises of his knuckles.

Neil bites back the I’m fine, knowing the look it would earn him. Instead he says, “I had fun. We’re meeting again next week.”

Andrew nods. It’s a few moments more before he relinquishes Neil’s hand, however. The heat of Andrew’s skin mingles with the singing twinge of Neil’s bruises like an after-print.

Next week, Andrew slouches into the gym after Neil. He ignores Matt’s invitation to join them, flopping onto a rowing machine and leaning back against the machinery so he can kick his feet up on the seat rail. They’re lucky that they chose unsociable hours for their workout, or a line of athletes would be forming to glare at him.

Andrew watches them train from across the room with apparent disinterest. He can feign boredom all he likes; Neil knows he wouldn’t have bothered following him to the gym without reason.

Matt, if anything, seems amused by Andrew’s presence. “Dan comes to watch me practice sometimes, too.” He pauses to correct the angles of Neil’s feet before nudging his arms into blocking positions. “She did it even before we started dating. She used to sit on an exercise bike and pretend she was cycling so I wouldn’t know she was there to watch me. It was never very convincing.”

“Why did she want to watch you?” Neil shifts his weight, trying to copy Matt’s position.

Matt’s face crinkles up with laughter. “That’s the most Neil thing you’ve ever said.”

“Everything I say is a Neil thing.”

“She liked it when I took my shirt off. C’mon, man, join the dots.”

“You don’t take your shirt off to box.”

“Yeah,” says Matt. “Don’t tell her that.”

Neil rolls his eyes. “Can I hit you now?”

Matt barks out a laugh, and training resumes.

“Enjoying the show?” Neil asks Andrew an hour later, dropping down on the gym mat next to him. Andrew hands Neil his water bottle with an unimpressed look.

“You’re awful.” Andrew flicks a look over to Matt, who is using their break to chat with the only other gym regular insane enough to be working out at the crack of dawn on a Sunday. “He could knock you on your ass with one right hook.”

“I know I’m awful. That’s what training is for.” Neil pauses to gulp down most of the bottle. A droplet escapes his lips and tracks down his jugular before falling into the dip of his clavicle. Andrew’s eyes track its path. “Matt isn’t going to hurt me. Is that what you’re worried about?”

“I’m not here to babysit you.”

“Huh.” Neil drains the last of the water before shaking the residual droplets over his head. The beads glint in the corners of his vision as they catch in his bangs and fleck his cheeks, mercifully cooling against his skin. Andrew is still watching him intently. His eyes flick to Matt once more, checking that he is still absorbed in his conversation.

“Yes or no?”

“Yes,” Neil replies, and he watches as Andrew takes Neil’s hand in his. The skin is flushed from strike after strike, not yet coloured in bruising patches but soon to be. Neil’s hands feel softer for it, sensitive to Andrew’s touch.

“I know my limits.” Neil isn’t sure why the gym suddenly feels three degrees warmer. “Really, it doesn’t hurt.”

“I know. I trust you.” Andrew sends one more look over Neil’s shoulder like he’s checking the coast is clear before pressing Neil’s knuckles to his lips.

The breath Neil was in the process of catching slips from his grasp entirely. “Oh.”

“Stop looking at me like that.”

“You like watching me fight.”

“It’s more interesting than watching you run.”

Neil leans in until he can see each individual freckle on Andrew’s cheeks. “Interesting?”

Andrew’s cool look is betrayed by the twitch of his jaw. “Something like that.”

If Matt notices Neil’s new vigour when they return to practice, he doesn’t comment on it. When he catches Neil’s eye, however, he grins knowingly. Perhaps Matt’s conversation had not been as absorbing as he made it out to be. Soon, however, the rhythm of the exercise draws Neil’s attention back to the task at hand.

Neil first learned to throw a punch because his mother believed that one day his life could depend on it. That isn’t the reason that he has resumed his training with Matt; it turns out that a good instructor and fewer death threats make the activity far more pleasant than Neil remembers. It may be a useful skill, but he values the challenge more than he does the practicality. The physicality, too – in fact, he likes boxing for the same reasons that he loves Exy. Quick, brutal, thrilling. He finally understands, too, why Andrew likes to spar with Renee whenever his emotions get on top of him. There’s a certain a sense of control that comes from putting his fist through a break-board. Not that he needs the empowerment as much as he once might have – most of Neil’s tormentors were killed long ago, his fears with them. Given his new life of safety and security, it’s likely that he’ll never really need to know how to throw a good punch.

It takes all of one week for Neil to be proven wildly, wildly wrong.

Opposition strikers – with one glaring, now very dead exception – are not typically Neil’s problem. Generally, if they end up playing on the same side of the court as him, something has gone wrong in the team’s strategies.

He can tell even from a distance, however, that one of the Terrapin strikers is causing difficulties. Not in terms of ability – of which Terrapin’s #13 has little – but in attitude. Thirteen is a vocal player, and Neil can hear snatches of his voice echoing across the court. No fists have been swung, which is an impressive feat for the Fox defenders, but perhaps only because the luck of substitutions has put Thirteen against Nicky more than anyone else, and Nicky is more likely to react to insults with mirth than anger.

Shortly before the end of the first half, Nicky is subbed off at the same time as Thirteen. Nicky passes Neil on the way to the court doors, clacking their racquets together with half a smile. “Give them hell, Neil.”

Thirteen passes them at the same moment, slamming Nicky’s shoulder as he passes. Nicky mutters a word under his breath that would have earned him a month of washing-up duty at Abby’s house before heading for the Foxes’ bench. Neil watches him go, eyebrows creasing together. Nicky isn’t easily upset by the cruelty of strangers; it’s the cruelty that comes from within his own family that is most likely to shake him from his good humour. The barbed insults of nameless players on the court, on the other hand, are usually brushed off with a rude gesture and no more.

Swept up in the rush of the match, Neil forgets about Nicky’s discomfort until half-time. The team pours from the court in high spirits; they have a decent lead over the Terrapins which should carry them through the second half when exhaustion starts to kick in. Nicky, despite having blocked more shots on goal than anyone, reacts to the arrival of the rest of the team with only a pallid grin. His grip on his water bottle is tight, and the cheap plastic crackles and caves in his hands.

Nicky is an easy read, and it doesn’t take long for the other Foxes to notice. After he brushes Renee’s concerned enquiry off, however, the team leaves him be.

When Neil returns to the court for the start of the third quarter, he breathes a sigh of relief to see that Thirteen is nowhere near Nicky. He’s standing closer to goal than Neil is happy with, but Andrew is more or less impervious to verbal abuse and Thirteen has yet to show signs of physical violence. As much as he wants to keep a closer eye on the situation, Kevin’s barked commands draw his attention to the match at hand. The best thing Neil can do for the Foxes’ defence is to spend as much time lobbing the ball at the Terrapin’s goal as possible.

Neil and Nicky are substituted at the same time; they collapse onto the bench and drown their exhaustion in Gatorade. Thirteen crushed Nicky against the wall moments before the substitution, and Nicky is uncharacteristically quiet as Abby examines the cut over his eye.

“You’re not whining about cramping your style,” she says as she presses a plaster in place. “Should I be worried?”

“Nah, this is great for my style. All the guys love a bruiser.” Nicky winks despite the blood crusting in his eyelashes. “Neil knows what I’m talking about, don’tcha, Neil?”

Abby makes a noise that isn’t convinced, but doesn’t press the issue. Neil waits until she’s out of earshot before saying casually, “I still have a few contacts in the mafia.”

“Your sense of humour is dire,” says Nicky, but he’s grinning, so Neil counts it as a win. “Don’t worry about it. I think Andrew’s drawing his fire now. Andrew handles that kind of thing a lot better than me.”

“What kind of thing?”

Nicky winced. “Don’t ask.”

“Tell me.”

“Let's just say he isn't exactly lining up to lead a Pride march.” Nicky snorts humorlessly.

The joke doesn’t land, and not because of Neil’s non-existent sense of humour. He may not be as obvious as Nicky in his preferences nor as dark-skinned, but he has still been on the receiving end of enough of that brand of bullshit to know how it scratches at one’s insides.

“I wasn’t joking about those contacts.”

Nicky sighs. “I was worried you would say that.”

Neil’s attention keeps slipping from the game and over to Andrew, who is standing in goal and ignoring the tirade of insults being thrown his way like a statue facing down a breeze. His non-reaction only seems to stoke Thirteen’s fury, spittle catching in the mesh of his helmet as he watches Andrew knock yet another attempt away from the Foxes’ end.

Andrew spares Thirteen no more than a second of blank indifference in the face of his tirade. Then he drops his stance, shoulders setting into a silent challenge that sends a hot bolt of excitement straight Neil’s to gut. Andrew is locking down the goal.

The Terrapins don’t score again for the rest of the match.

Neil is through the doors before the final buzzer has died, charging into the crush of Foxes at centre-court to join in their celebrations. Andrew, as usual, hovers at the edge of the throng, but he accepts the clack of Neil’s racquet against his. A light sheen of sweat dances across Andrew’s forehead and his lips are parted as he regains his breath after the exertion of locking the Terrapins out.

“Did Thirteen give you trouble?”

Andrew snorts derisively despite his breathlessness. “He tried.”

Neil gets to see Thirteen up close during the handshakes. He barely grazes the tips of each Foxes’ fingers as he passes one by one, but he stops when he gets to Neil. “I remember you. You were all over the news, weren’t you? The runaway Wesninski.” His expression speaks to his delight at the revelation. To no-one’s surprise, Thirteen is a sore loser.

Andrew barely moves, just a slight adjustment to his footing so that he presses a little closer into Neil’s shoulder.

Neil smiles. It is the kind of smile he has not had use for in some time. “Looking for an autograph?”

Thirteen snorts. “Bet you think you’re real bad. Bet you think those scars make you look tough. Too bad you’re still a puny little bitch.”

Neil flexes his hand before clenching it into a fist. “I do think I’m real bad, actually. Want to find out why?”

The striker waits for the hit to come. Neil doesn’t give him the satisfaction; the guy is a piece of shit, but he isn’t worth the trouble he’s clearly looking for. Neil drops his hands, meets his gaze, and waits for him to give up on getting his reaction and leave.

Most of the other players are moving off to their own respective sides, and their stand-off is beginning to attract attention. Kevin squints over at them, and at his side, Aaron pulls off his helmet.

“Oh shit. Twins.” Thirteen’s gaze swings from Aaron to Andrew, flashing with sudden recognition. “I remember you too.” His expression turns sharkish. “Now that was a story. So, which one is the murderer, and which is the brother-fucker?”

Andrew barely twitches. Neil’s reaction is less restrained.

It’s almost a play-by-play of decking Riko at the Winter Banquet. The key difference between that punch and this one is hours of training with a borderline-professional boxer.

Neil squares his stance, draws back his fist, and puts his whole body behind the punch. He’s rewarded with the sickening crack of a nose breaking and a hot spurt of blood splattering his knuckles.

Thirteen staggers back, shock registering for a second before he spits blood at the floor. He’s swaying on his feet, but there’s still fight in his eyes.

Andrew’s hands go to his sheaths, but Neil waves him back. He wipes the hand bloodied by Thirteen’s face across his jaw unthinkingly, feels the wet, red heat clinging to his skin. “Hey. This one’s mine.” The smile he tacks onto the words is toothier than he means it to be. With blood still smeared across his chin, he can only imagine how he looks.

Andrew’s hand judders to a halt at the hems of his armbands. His jaw is clenched tight but roaring over the current of concern is something far darker. It creeps into his eyes, a weight to his gaze normally only visible in the privacy of their bedroom. Andrew’s gaze runs the length of Neil’s body before coming to rest on Neil’s mouth. His bottom lip catches momentarily in his teeth as he nods.

Thirteen’s first swing hits, and a burst of blood dances across Neil’s tongue as his lip is split open. Thirteen’s luck ends there; Neil blocks his second punch with a move Matt taught him the day before. He drives his free hand into Thirteen’s solar plexus, knocking the air from him.

Neil doesn’t get much time to appreciate how the striker falls on his ass as they’re rushed by teammates and officials who break them apart.

Neil stands placidly before Wymack and bears his row with the bare minimum of decorum. The lecture is undercut by Nicky, who’s expression alternates between elation, amusement and mock disapproval from moment to moment. Matt, at least, waits until Wymack is finished before applauding.

“I’ll give you some notes later, but all things considered it was a solid right hook.”

Neil brushes the team’s reactions off as best he can; he certainly didn’t do it for their recognition.

He takes his time showering, watching with a strange, sick pleasure as he rinses the striker’s blood away. It turns pink in the shower basin before swirling at last down the drain. Beneath the blood, Neil’s knuckles have begun to bruise, satisfaction burning them blue.

It’s at these times that Neil worries that he may have inherited too much from his father; the temper, the violence, the bloodlust. Then again, they all served as tools to his survival at one point or another. The key difference between Neil and his father is who they choose to turn their anger on. Neil’s father always set his sights on the underdog. Neil prefers to punch up.

No; if there’s one thing Nathan gave him, it was a distaste for bullies.

There’s a familiar tap at the door to Neil’s stall. The rest of the Foxes cleared out some time ago, still rowdy from the post-match high. Tonight was a home game; most of the team will be halfway back to Fox tower already, thinking only of booze and the weekend stretching ahead of them. There’s only one player who would have any reason to linger.

Andrew steps under the spray, his hair is plastered to his head by the steamy drizzle. He holds his hand out, and Neil offers his without question for Andrew’s inspection.

Andrew’s voice is dispassionate as he inspects the damage. “I don’t need a knight in shining armour. Nor for you to fight my battles for me.”

“The fight was for my own satisfaction. But I’ll stop if you want me to.”

Once again, Andrew presses his lips to Neil’s raw knuckles. The contact stings, sweet and savoury, pleasure and pain. “Would it kill you to make life easy for once?” The words tingle against the tender skin.

“I thought you liked to watch me fight.”

“Just because I find your stupidity entertaining doesn’t mean I encourage it.”

“It’s my stupidity you like, is it?”

“What else do you have?” Andrew’s eyes track the rivulets of water snaking down Neil’s neck.

“I’m sure I can think of a few things.” Neil says. Then, for clarity, “Yes or no?”

“Yes.” Andrew doesn’t let go of Neil’s hand, thumb running across the reddening knuckles once more before leading it to his chest. Neil leaves it resting there, marvelling at the colours bleeding between them under the shower’s onslaught, pink and brown and red and blue. Andrew soon tires of Neil’s staring, and is the first to bridge the gap between them.

Neil once compared Andrew’s kisses to a fight with their lives on the line. Countless kisses later, this fact has not changed in the slightest. Andrew leaves a bruising trail of kisses across Neil’s neck until he can’t remember which marks are from Exy and which are from Andrew. They all sting the same, sweet way.

Each kiss pressed to his mouth carries a metallic tang from Neil’s burst lip. He can tell from the fierce pressure of Andrew’s mouth against his that Andrew can taste it too, is feeding off the adrenaline rush just as Neil is. He catches Neil’s bottom lip between his teeth and with it sucks a groan from deep in Neil’s chest.

Andrew draws back to level him with an unimpressed look. “You’re far too into this.”

“You’re one to talk.” Neil raises his hand to Andrew’s eyeline, wiggling his fingers. Andrew’s eyes catch on the blooming violet patches. “You like this. Admit it.”

Andrew steps forward until his cheek brushes Neil’s fingers. Neil turns his hand automatically, cupping Andrew’s face.

“Yes,” says Andrew. His eyes stay on Neil’s, even as Neil’s hand drops lower.

It’s a small miracle, Neil thinks, that Andrew can trust Neil’s hands on him, after all he knows they are capable of. Maybe that’s part of the appeal, the evidence painted into Neil’s knuckles that Neil’s gentler touches are reserved for Andrew and Andrew alone. It’s strange that Andrew should love Neil’s fighting spirit as much as he does. After all, it was Andrew who taught Neil how to stand and fight in the first place.

It’s a fact that neither will ever let the other forget.

Neil leaves the shower sporting several more bruises than he entered with. Some are from Exy, some are from fighting, and some are from Andrew’s mouth.

He loves them all just the same.

* Thanks for reading, let me know what you think! Still open to prompts etc.

#tfc #aftg #andreil #the foxhole court #all for the game #my fic #asks #anon #WHY IS TUMBLR FUCKING WITH THE POST FORMAT ASKDHSKDFGGGG

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cloneslugs · 6 years ago

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please king send me ANY sniper headcanons

(idk why im so tired and everything feels so funny rn but i’ll throw you a bone)

actually i’ll edit it here

trans. (pre/no op) he wears a binder on the job but only if he’s in a sufficient sniper nest but even then he’ll take it off bc thats self care baby !! if he knows he’s gonna be running around he’s usually fine w/ his thick ass vest + baggy shirt + undershirt combo :)

he. gay =___= + mostly just. sleeps around but is a romantic at heart but also. not really. he just kinda ? minds his business and like doesnt think too hard about things that require lots of thinking

mama’s boy!!!!!!!!! but tries to emulate his papa (sunglasses B) )

hes not stupid but he prefers simplicity

POOR HYGIENE he brushes his teeth sometimes and maybe brushes his hair but. he pees in jars + the sink of HQ if there are none available and listen,, that camper dont exactly have running water

he doesnt know how to start conversations at all and actually doesnt. care for talking too much (which is funny bc he hangs out w/ scout a lot,,, but ig scout does all the talking) he jumps in convos if he has a decent/funny enough point but mostly minds his business

he wears a hat for added height + actually all his wardrobe is planned for his utmost social comfort

he flusters easily + hates it, like if you like corner him in a conversation + he cant figure out what to say he just =/////= + he doesnt know how to flirt easily if u flirt w/ him he’ll like stammer out something stupid or just pretend he didnt hear and like. clean his knife or something

he gets super twitchy/fidgety under pressure like above or if you annoy him, he like. flicks his bobblehead or chews on his glasses/fingernails/anything and gets tappy with his hands, he’s pretty good at sitting still most of the time so these are his Tells for irritation/that he’s bothered

he visits home when he can but usually its just screaming matches and he just storms out of the house and does some farm chores bc he still loves them

he’s really bad at like reading/pronunciation (i mean. he can read) he’s bad at spelling

he has a weird relationship w/ ms pauling like they obvs get along but they dont really talk much + she just gets uncomfy in long silences sometimes but they swap recipes and killing tips, he trust her to make calls most of the time and will just listen to her and let the others compromise it out if need be but he’ll interject if he thinks its serious enough(extra info: he just calls her “pauling” unless he’s being really super serious or feels a little snarky)

he kinda wants a dog but they cant climb into sniper nests and what if it gets hurt

he’s. squirrelier than he lets off and likes to climb on things + also he has good aim with just throwing things

not to veer off canon but he knew he was adopted since he was little

he’s good at falling asleep anywhere in any position + can nod off w/ a sniper in his hand (sometimes thats not the best when youre waiting for a target)

he tries to call his parents at least 3 times a week / every other day if he can manage that

he likes his sunglasses for another reason bc he can snooze a little if theyre having a meeting a nobody can really tell (okay some of them can but listen)

he loves being up high !! no matter the weather he loves it thunderstorms or heavy snow or sunny days its a blast !! and he likes to drive around w/ the windows down and the breeze in his face its :)

listen ik this is canon but the boy is Mentally Ill but brushes it off around people and hates talking about it and gets all clammed up when its brought up by like. anyone strangers or people close to him (see: meet the director/meet the sniper(w/ his dad))

he loves seeing new places but he doesnt care much for like. trudging around the wilderness like?? mucking around in swamps or something like that, he’s there for the view and doesnt need the big exploration + running around that some of the others do

he’s self taught at bow and arrow + picked it up when he was way younger bc he used to think it was cool + sexy now he doesnt really. give it a 2nd thought

he’s actually big emo + has a big heart esp for loved ones but he’s good at hiding if things hurt him outside of his initial response(idk if that makes sense, like if his dad said he hated him he’d like visibly :O at first but after the shock he’d be B/ and maybe just go cry in his camper hfdhsjfk)

he’s pretty blunt and isnt afraid to just ? point things out to people point blank and he doesnt really get?? why people get pissy

he like. snipes + all but he doesnt really believe in hunting all that much (like outside of the necessities for it, but even then he wouldnt participate)

i think he’s defo the most ?? standoffish out of the group like even spy hangs out w/ scout but he just doesnt feel a need to jump into convos and doesnt consider how much you talk to someone to be equal to the value of how good of friends you are like maybe everyone feels all “oh he doesnt talk much so we arent close” but he doesnt see that he just thinks “we sit in a room together + they talk/we do crazy shit together, ergo we are close” he does genuinely care for their well being most of the time

he’s not very touchy and prefers when people keep a distance + he’s just. awkward

he gets irritated easily in social situations/when talking, he’s easy to talk over, he gets more annoyed w/ what people say over what they do, he hates talking to strangers, he doesnt like when people pester him about his personal life, he generally doesnt give a shit about gossip + all + doesnt nose about in other people’s business like i said he just kinda minds his own and stays in his own lane and defo gets involved in the least amount of drama

he hangs out w/ the others but he spends most of his time on his own if he can, if he does hang out w/ them he’s kinda a wall flower and just watches the rest of them + has his fun that way besides interjecting a little quip here and there (sorry i feel like im repeating myself w/ some of these)

sometimes he gets broody and moody

he talks about his job w/ really high esteem and he honestly thinks what he does is pretty great and he definitely doesnt think the others are below him but he likes to say what he does isnt mindless merc work its assassination just bc it makes him feel better about himself + its a good argument against his dad

he. hangs out w/ scout and just listens to the kid ramble about whatever + maybe nods or Mhmms along when needed but keeps his mouth shut but maybe gives Big Adult Advise thats maybe not always that great but it sounds smart, sometimes he vents to him bc scouts dumb and wont get it/remember it and his naive/dummy advise sometimes cheers him and actually helps

i can probably come up w more but this is super long and repetitive F

#asks #sniperspys #tf txt

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greatpeanutruins · 3 years ago

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I WANNA BE WITH YOU...

Here I sit at forty-five wondering why I'm still alive...?

Defo not bent, Broken for sure inside...

I wish I still had you here with me...

Right about now it would make me so happy...

If I had known this is how it was going to be...?

I swear I would've carried though what I so wanted to do...

Not live a day without you...

You once told me you couldn't live without me...

There wasn't a day without me back then...

When all I wanted to do was die...

I never knew what it meant or why...? Now I do...

It wasn't all a lie...

I cant fake that I made a mistake Or did the good lord who was just getting bored...

Reject the rejection for the sake of sake...?

Good question I'll take...? Or did he take the both of you so soon, only a matter of days within to teach me what it truly means to be the one that's left behind...

I'm not having a great time, In fact it hurts like hell...

So thanks a lot, swell...

One things for sure I just don't know no more...?

I'm not gonna try because I really do just wanna die...

I'm being honest...

no joke or lie...

No cry for help this I promise myself...

The day I do carry though wont be like before...

This too I promise you...

There'll be no screaming & yelling or belling...

There'll just be me by myself praying hard that whatever I decide to do won't backfire like its done before...

You can never tell in this I wanna die, suicide hell...

So yeah I'll be praying for the good lord & angels to take me this time...

There's nothing left here for me...

I want to be with Mr Phil & Miss Kitty...

There's no you, There's no me...

I'm so lost without you, I'm barely holding on...

I've tired being unpredictable, I've tired holding on, I've tried being strong,,,

I've tried keeping it all within...

So no one has a clue what I'm feeling since losing both of you...

No clue, No games no one can play, My vulnerability gets to stay under cover for another day...

No one can score & win...

Finding my flaws & kicking me on all floors, making my emotions yours & using it against me would certainly be a win, win...

Yes its true, Some people are just nasty though & though...

That's how I know what not to do...

But I'm in need here too...

I was doing so fine, Ok at the start considering in a blink of an eye my world fell apart, Then in a matter of days My Heart broken...

grief-stricken...

You have no clue...

I'm devastated, broken, torn in two...

I didn't see it coming, I didn't have a clue...

Really didn't expect you to die, I really didn't, so why didn't I think you was gonna die...

It didn't even enter my head, You wasn't well, But recovery was well on its way...

I heard & listened to what the doctors did say...?

It wasn't a death sentence no way...

I didn't expect you to die...

I really, really didn't that's straight from my heart...

The one you've left shattered & scared till the day I depart...

If only I had known that too I would've stayed at home with you...

The only home I've ever knew, The only place that I belong, the only place that loved my face...

I wish now that when life started with you that I stuck all the way though...

Marching on together...

From the beginning right till the very end...

I cant change none of it, but sometimes its nice to pretend that I could have that again...

We always did always ride & die...

On you I could always depend That's a fact, nothing pretend...

I want to get goldsmith so badly For us & them...

Keeping the memories of you forever alive...

& for my kitty cats too... Wouldn't that be amazing, I'd say...

All the best memories in my entire life was always made with the two of you...

Some died with you both too...

Just like I wanna do...

I really, really just wanna be with you And kitty too...

I'm not being selfish, I just wanna be where I belong & that's with the both of you...

#dying inside #i miss u #heartache #spilled heart

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saintbalor-blog · 7 years ago

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“ BACKSEAT BONERS ! “

REQUEST: *slips you $20* heyo, you should defo write something based off that gif set you reblogged, just like reader agrees and everyone’s shook and Patrick’s ALL FOR THAT SHIT AND KEEPS GETTINF HANDSY EVEN THK YALL JUST MET WHAT??

REQUEST: please please please some makeout action with Patrick

AUTHORS NOTE: we’re gonna pretend derry isn’t small as heck and has more than one school so they don’t know these crazy bois 🤦🏻‍♀️ can you believe i wrote this while listening to Barbie girl ??!! plus possible part two ?!

The sunlight beamed across her gleeful facial features while they walked through the store littered plaza of Derry, her sunglasses molded into the shapes of cherry red hearts halting it from straining her eyes. Pushing them higher up her nose bridge with the tip of her finger, she threw her head back in laughter at the joke her best friend threw her way, at the expense of her newest boy toy at their school. Rolling her eyes under the shades she just bought for a buck, she swatted her friend on the shoulder and came to a pause when they reached where the road broke the sidewalk in half.

“C’mon, Y/N, you can do so much better than that loser.” Y/F/N, her best friend, teased as they waited for the traffic of cars to disappear and grant them back their walkway. “Face facts, the boys at our school are just not that hot.”

“True but this whole single thing has gotten boring.” Y/N bitterly complained, scrunching up her nose at the idea of another Friday night spent in shops to spend money they should’ve been saving up for their cars.

It’s not that she minded being alongside her best friend every week with shopping bags full of unneeded and overpriced clothes in their hands, she actually enjoyed that hobby they shared — her parent’s wallets didn’t, though. It was just that the scenario where she laid snuggled up under a cute boy’s arms before leading up to more steamy moments just seemed far more appealing at their age now. It was a need she needed to fulfill even if the boy wasn’t as cute as she wanted.

“So, find the nearest boy and have a quick makeout sesh.” Y/F/N casually shrugged at her friend, attempting to help her best friend come to her senses. “No need for the commitment Josh will wanna give you right now.”

The sound of a car horn blaring in their direction multiple times startled them both, interrupting Y/N from the snarky comment she had in Josh’s defense. Turning in the direction of the honking car, two pairs of eyes landing on the group of high school boys shouting words that were leaning more on the derogatory side than flirtatious, their sneakers seemed glued onto the pavement of the sidewalk as they watched the car slowly pull up next to them. Their fingers fumbled with the ends of their skirts, subconsciously tugging them down when they become aware of the type of situation they were in; the predatory looks on their juvenile faces not helping their case.

“Ooh, he’s cute.” Y/N commented to her friend when the boys were at a short distance from them, nodding over at where Patrick Hockstetter’s body was halfway out the car through the window. “The lanky one in the back with all that hair.”

“No boy that good looking has the need to catcall girls like that unless there’s something seriously wrong with him.”

Disgust washed over her friend’s face when she took note of the awe struck look swimming in Y/N’s eyes, teen hormones almost visibly radiating off of her as she longingly looked over at Patrick. The crude comment didn’t seem to drag her out of the lovestruck haze she was in, her strawberry lip-glossed lips curling up at the corners when the boys parked in front of them and blocked their way home, giving her a front row seat to ogle over the boy she wished attended her dull school.

“You gonna model what you bought for us, girlies?” Henry Bowers, the leader of the gang they were clueless to, hung out the passenger seat window and eyed the shopping bags in their hands.

As soon as those words left the lips of the blonde one at the front and the rest of them laughed in the background, Y/F/N knew they were good for nothings boys, displeased with the disgustingly perverted undertone his words had; reminiscent of the boys who occasionally threw vulgar words at them on the streets. Their whole demeanor made her wish she would’ve never suggested for Y/N to branch outside of the bland boys from their school, knowing the waves of bad ideas that must be flooding through Y/N’s mind with the way she kept glancing at the lanky, leering, brunette in the back.

“I already know which one I’m taking for myself.” Patrick Hockstetter, the star to Y/N’s newest daydreams, spoke up from his seat in the back when he took note of the way the unnamed girl was lovingly staring at him.

The pupils swimming in the pools of lust and danger in his feline green eyes roamed along Y/N’s body with zero shame evident in them, the obliviousness she held held on who he was pushing her confidence to send a smirk in his direction. Eyes hungrily swallowing the sight of her smirking glossed lips and short skirt daringly exposing more skin than the prude girls at his school would, Patrick placed his chin against the arms he had folded on the window sill, licking his lips and meeting gazes with the girl who’s sunglasses rested atop her head now.

“Keep looking at boys like that and they’ll fuck your brains out, baby.”

“As long as it’s you doing it, it’s fine by me.”

Despite the deep scarlet cheeks decorating Y/N’s smug face, her tongue still managed to spit out the bold statement, her usual outgoing personality faltering from the boy’s heavy personality of his own. Grip tightening around the hooks of her shopping bag, she counted to three in her head as she let out a deep breath, trying to steady her racing heartbeat. A range of whistles erupted in the car at a living breathing girl actually flirting with their fly killing friend, proud of the fact that he would actually get a willing victim this time even if they were empty handed themselves.

“Get in and I can make that happen for you tonight.” Patrick peeled himself off the side of the car and leaned back in his previous seat, raising his eyebrows at the girl suggestively while the rest of the gang intently watched the scene.

Reminding herself that she was in high school, the years filled with risk taking and bad decisions, she let out the long breath she was holding and shot her friend that look to which she grudgingly nodded to as a go ahead. Opening the car door, being greeted with Patrick patting the space between him and Victor, she stepped over Patrick’s long legs which accidentally gifted him with a sneak peek of what was under her skirt.

There was only a second of her making contact with the car seat before Patrick wrapped a possessive arm around her waist, slithering his hand under her shirt and gripping the bare skin along her side to pull her closer his way.

“You gonna join your little friend or are you just gonna stand there, bitch?” Henry questioned the lonesome friend carefully eyeing Y/N.

“No, thanks.” Y/F/N sneered at Henry’s request, annoying him further at the fact that Patrick was the only one who got lucky today, looking back at where Y/N was cozying up with the boy. “See you in the morning!” Turning on her heel and heading in the opposite direction to her home, she tried not to let the sound of them speeding off with her friend worry her.

“Oh, you definitely have to model these for me.”

Y/N looked over at where Patrick was peeking at her purchases and looked away from her friend’s figure walking away, coming across intimate purchases she had bought for what her supposed date with Josh tonight. The dark lace underwear balled up in Patrick’s large hand for her to see before she snatched it out of his hold, stuffing it back in the shopping bag resting at their feet.

“Those weren’t for you.” She playfully remarked, unaware of the way those words made the Hockstetter boy feel. Patrick wasted no time in showing his true colors to the unknowledgeable girl while the rest of the gang went back to their normal conversation.

Wrapping the hand that once held the underwear along her jaw, he pulled her face in his direction with a roughness that knocked the sunglasses perched on her head to the floor. Vic stumbled to pick up the glasses with the speed Belch was driving them home with, placing them on the free space sitting between the girl and him before going back to talking about girls with the rest of the gang.

“Now, they are.” Patrick’s voice held an intensity she wasn’t used to the boys at her high school having, a conviction so evident in the smoothness of it as he looked down at her. “Right?”

“I guess they are.”

The obedience she gave him seemed to be the pushing point for Patrick, the hand wrapped along her waist pulling her onto his lap, much to the guys’ dismay. Moving her body so she was facing him, legs folded at the side of his thighs and her skirt riding up ever so slightly, he took in the way she desperately looked down at him with wide eyes. Her hands struggled to pull down her skirt again, aware of the view she was probably giving the blonde haired boy but Patrick quickly put a stop to that when he pushed her head down to his and made her forget about that.

Jumping at the feeling of her lips abruptly crashing into his, she gave herself a moment to relax into the kiss to try to drown out the audience they had. Hands sliding up the grey shirt he wore under the print button up, she tangled her fingers into his dark brown locks and arched her back into his hand, ignoring the pairs of eyes watching from the rear view mirror. Enjoying the feeling of her body jumping like it did seconds ago, Patrick tightened the loose grip he had on her side into a harsh one, the bare skin he held under his fingers growing red from the force as she struggled under it.

Y/N’s pain induced whimpers against his lips aided in the forming of the tent in his jeans, the jean clad boner pressing up against her underwear as he pressed her body against his.

It was only when Henry looked back to see him pushing up the hem of Y/N’s shirt, a strip of skin from her back showing, that he finally decided to put a stop to it; not wanting to see Patrick, of all people, getting it on right behind him.

“Woah, woah, woah. Wait till we drop your ass at your house, Hockstetter.”

Patrick rolled his eyes at Henry’s request before unwillingly pulling the girl’s lips off of his, tugging at her hair for her to stop and looking over at Henry with a vexed expression that Y/N oddly found adorable on him.

“Henry’s just mad he won’t be getting his dick sucked today.” Patrick taunting his friend, a smug grin placed at his flushed lips as he looked back at Y/N. “You wanna make him feel better?”

Y/N hesitantly shook her head at her newly acclaimed boy toy, unsure of what the right answer would be.

“Good answer. I would’ve chocked the life out of you and picked up another girl if you said yes.”

The nonchalance in Patrick’s voice caused her to back up a little from him, dropping her hands from his mess of a hair to his chest as she looked around the group. Searching for any sign that Patrick was joking, a smile or a laugh from the gang, she came out short handed.

“He’s kidding.” Vic piped up when he noticed the tense silence in the car, the girl seeming to realize what she was getting into now that they were only two minutes away from Patrick’s empty house.

“I just want to make you feel better.” Y/N weakly tried, forcing herself to relax under his hold but it was too late. The fear in her body was already evident to Patrick and he made sure to take note to take advantage of that later when she was in his bed.

“Ride ends here.” Belch informed them, breaking the little stars off they were having and stopping in front of the place where Y/N’s doom laid with a slight hesitance. “Have fun, you two.”

Patrick nodded over at the open window, urging her to jump out already so he could have his fun with her. Warily pulling herself out of the car with her bags in tow, she watched as Patrick informed his buddies he’d give them ‘all the nasty details’ tomorrow, trying to push herself to remember that this was a one time thing and she wouldn’t have to see him after this if she didn’t want to. His hand tugging her empty one and pulling her up his deserved driveway ripped her from her worried thoughts, leading her to her biggest mistake.

“Let’s go.”

#patrick hockstetter imagine #patrick hockstetter oneshot #patrick hockstetter x reader #this is short and sh*t but pls enJOY nonetheless #I'm trying to get back into the groove of things

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