#help the toe socks...its so funny

[skeltnwrites]

Doctor Bob ─ Bob Reynolds x reader

It's the middle of the night, you're bleeding out in the bathroom, and refusing to let Bob take you to an actual doctor aka Bob learns how to stitch up a stab wound

avenger!reader, fem!r, roommate!bob CW descriptions of injury + gore, non sexual partial nudity | 3k THUNDERBOLTS SPOILERS!!

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You shift your weight from foot to foot on the hardwood outside of Bob’s bedroom. It’s late, like, really late. The sun had set and spun its way to the other side of the world when you’d left the tower hours ago. It must be nearly morning by now. 

Bob’s not an early riser exactly, but he is an insomniac. It’s not unusual to hear him roaming around the halls at an hour like this. So maybe your luck has turned a new leaf, and he’ll be awake already. And maybe he’s got some useful medical expertise under that mop of curls. A shot in the dark, sure, but Bob’s a mystery. His mind stopped surprising you months ago. 

The lock clicks, and the door opens a short gap, just enough to highlight a familiar pair of eyes in a sheet of darkness. Bob says your name softly, pulling the handle back until he’s draped fully in the hallway light. “You okay?” He clears his throat, kneading sleep-swollen eyes with a closed fist. 

You feel sort of terrible for waking him then. The poor guy barely sleeps as it is. But your heart can’t sink with enough sympathy to turn you around; not when it’s busy pumping your body’s entire blood supply to the leaky faucet on your back. 

“Mhmm,” you strain. “Do me a favor?” 

He hums, blinking slowly at the arm curled around your waist. He’s fixated on the awkward angle you're keeping it. You’ve got your jacket on, and your boots. You’re decked out in full gear, he realizes. His hand drops from the door frame as he straightens up. “What’s wrong?” 

“Don’t freak out,” you start– which, in hindsight, is not a very good way to start a sentence– “but I’ve been stabbed.” 

His eyes go wide, his gaze slingshotting from your head to your toes. “You what?” 

“Stabbed,” you repeat, clutching your side tighter as you spin. It really hurts to turn, just to move. It’s like someone unplugged all of the organs in your abdomen and shook you up like a snow globe. “Now, will you just, please help me. I can’t reach it.” 

“Reach what?” The quick swish of Bob’s socks is the only other sound apart from his voice. “Hey, wait a second. Where are you going? Can you sit down?” 

You push the bathroom door open and flick on the light. There’s a vacant glaze in the eyes of your reflection that you pretend not to see. “Do you know how to sew?” 

Bob idles in the doorway, mouth faltering like you’re speaking another language. “What?” 

“Sew, you know, needle and thread.” 

He shrugs. “Well, kind of, but it wasn’t– I don’t think it was very good. I’m not very good at it.” 

“But you’ve done it before?” 

“Yeah, but– I mean, it was just a sock, it’s not like– it wasn’t a stab wound.” 

You bend for the cabinet's bottom drawer, a whimper slipping through gritted teeth. “It’s the same thing,” you rasp, swiping the roll of gauze off the top. 

“No, I’m not– I can’t.”

“You can.” You tug at your jacket zipper and shrug out of the heavy sleeves. Your arms are slick with sweat, but stippled with goosebumps. Not a reassuring combination. “I’ll teach you.” 

“No, no, I don’t really–.” 

“It’s not hard. Promise.”

Your focus flutters up to his face. He’s looking at you funny, brows heavy with worry. “You’ve done this before?” 

Even a weak little laugh pinches every nerve in your lower back. You tug the hem of your shirt up, gloating, “Once or twice.”

Bob ogles the graveyard of scars across your stomach, each raised line a farewell from a fight you survived. They’re trophies in a fucked up sort of way. His hands shoot up to yours, bracketing your wrist in one and the roll of gauze you're holding in the other. “I should call an ambulance.” 

“Don’t you know how expensive those are?” 

“Then I’ll drive you.” 

Your snort collapses with a strangled wince. “You don’t even have a license, Bob.”

“I don’t think the cops will care when they see that you’re bleeding out.” 

“Don’t be so dramatic. It’s just a scratch. You’ll see. It’ll be much easier to just stitch it here, trust me.” 

Bob does tend to trust you. You’ve saved his life more times than he can count at this point. But you’ve been stabbed. You must be delirious with blood loss or shock or something. He shakes his head vehemently at you, your wrist and the gauze slipping from his clammy hold. “No, no, no. I can’t. I’m sorry.” 

“It’s easy. I’ll walk you through it.” 

“Wouldn’t Yelena, or Ava, or literally any of the others, be better for this? I’ve never– I don’t know how to do this.” 

“Walker’s the only one home and I’d rather bleed out for real than inflate that asshole’s ego even more. Can you imagine what he’ll say?” You fold your arms and grumble, “Oh, remember that time I saved your life like a real hero.” 

Your impersonation does nothing to fix the pitiful look Bob’s sending you. You even muster up a smile, a pretty damn good one having been stabbed half an hour ago, but his frown only worsens. “Don’t be scared,” you say gently. “I’ll be here the whole time. I’ll tell you what to do.” 

“What if I make it worse?”

“You’re not gonna stab me, too, are you?” Your teasing grin snaps under the weight of a new wave of crushing pain. “I’d really like to just get this over with so I can go lie down.” 

Any last hope of changing your mind trickles out of Bob as you start to pull your shirt off. He looks away, burning up to his ears. 

The fabric sticks to the hot pool on your back, blood oozing like magma from a volcano. Lifting your arms isn’t as simple as you hoped it would be. You shimmy and struggle like a fish in a net before Bob takes you by the wrists and guides your arms free himself. His eyes catch yours for a split second before he snaps them shut, blindly tossing your shirt to the floor. 

“You can’t sew my back shut with your eyes closed, you know. You can look at me.” 

Bob swallows, opening one eyelid at a time. You’re still there in your cargos and bra, busy unrolling a wad of gauze. 

You cork the blood flow with the cotton, pressing and pressing until your eyes sting with tears. Every cell in your body is screaming at you to stop. “Grab that towel.” You exhale sharply, easing onto the toilet lid, your chest facing the tank. “Put it under me. On the floor.” 

Bob packs the towel around the toilet leg, eye to eye with your weeping back. His mouth gapes as you peel the gauze back, stringy webs of it detaching from your skin. 

“Is it still bleeding?” you ask, voice trembling. 

“Fuck, yeah, oh fuck. Put it back.” 

“Okay. Just relax, Bob. Go wash your hands.” 

He’s got lead feet all of a sudden. And his tongue’s stopped working too. Because how the fuck is he supposed to fix that? He’s going to screw it up, he can feel it. You’ll get an infection, end up in the hospital with sepsis, you’ll probably die, and it’ll be his doing, and he’ll never be able to forgive himself. You’re doomed. 

“I will bleed out, like, eventually, by the way.”

Your voice snaps Bob from his thoughts. He rams a hip into the counter as he spins toward the sink. He flips the tap on and pumps enough soap on his hands to disinfect an entire preschool, scrubbing like he’s trying to shave a layer of skin off. 

“Okay,” you grunt as he finishes, “from the drawer. Get a water bottle, and uh, a bandage, one of the bigger ones. Find the needles, should be little white packets, and then thread, there’s a whole roll of it. Oh, and this, um, big orange bottle, it’s called Betadine. 

Bob nods as every item is set on the counter. His lips are cinched shut in fear. The fear of failure, of failing you. He’s hunched over in his nice sweats, a pair you also have, from some brand collaboration, courtesy of the public relations team. Being an Avenger has its perks, including but not limited to the complimentary loungewear and nice-looking roommates. 

“Got it all?” 

His hands are trembling so badly that you can hear the antiseptic solution sloshing around the bottle in his hold. “I really don’t think I should do this.” 

“You got this.” You twist around, eyes reaching only a slice of your achy back. Your fingers curl under the gauze. “Still bleeding?”

Bob wrinkles his nose, looking, but not wanting to. “A little, it’s– it’s slow, like slower, it’s not–”

“Okay, that’s good.” You peel back the rest of the wet gauze, a heavy sponge in your hand. “You’re gonna flush the wound with water. Slowly. You’ll just tip the bottle a little bit. ‘Kay?” 

He kneels on the tile behind you, unscrewing the cap off the water bottle. “You’re sure?”

“Done it a million times.”

His hand inches slowly toward your back. He tips the bottle, and a heavy surge of water slops out. “Sorry,” he cries, straightening the bottle out. 

“It’s okay.” Your heel slides back to bump his knee. As far as encouraging gestures go, it can’t be very high on the list, but it’s the best you can do right now. The wound hurts like hell already, and flushing it is the easiest part. “Try again,” you say. 

He bolsters his wrist with his free hand, tipping the bottle at a snail’s pace, and watching the steady stream run down your back. You shiver as it soaks through your pants, then the thermals, and the underwear underneath. 

“Good?” he asks. 

You flash him a thumbs up, chin down, arms crossed over the tank of the toilet. The porcelain bears your entire weight now, your attention tied solely to your breath. 

Bob sighs as he drains the last bit of the bottle. “Okay.” 

“Get the Betadine… and pour some on a cotton pad.”

He works quietly behind you. Quiet, even by Bob standards. Or perhaps you’re fading in and out a little, it’s hard to tell. You blink hard. It feels like you’ve got sandbags for eyelashes. But if you pass out, Bob will probably have a panic attack and call an ambulance. You’ll end up neighbors in the hospital, and you’d prefer to just be neighbors in the tower. 

You can’t go to sleep. Not yet. You redirect your focus to your senses. There’s the click of caps and the familiar tear of sterile packaging. The chemical scent of disinfectant. 

Bob calls your name when you don’t answer his question. You didn’t even hear it. “Now what?” he repeats. 

“Wipe around the wound gently. Not in it.” 

Bob crouches behind you. His fingers land on your hip and quickly fly away. “Sorry,” he mumbles. 

In any other circumstance, you’d tell him to touch you however he pleases. But all you can do now is shake your head dismissively. 

“You okay? Ready?” 

You stop nodding when it makes you dizzy. 

Bob presses the cold cotton to your skin. It stings so bad your back muscles visibly clench, but his hands are a nice consolation prize, much kinder than when you do it. 

“Sorry, I’m sorry.” 

“‘S okay,” you hiss. “Keep going.”

He takes a breath. His hands continue in short strokes, apologies falling off his tongue like a reflex. But the pain levels out, his ministrations become more soothing than not. The pads of his fingers dance nicely down your back, his wrist a pleasant weight on your skin. 

“Okay, that’s good,” you huff. “Open up the needle packet.” You listen to him fumble with the plastic. It feels sort of like you’re about to get a tattoo the way you’re sitting. A very botched tattoo from a very unlicensed artist. 

Bob spends what feels like an hour trying to thread the needle before your anticipation boils over. “Let me try,” you finally say. 

His tongue slips back into his mouth as he passes the needle. You bring it eye level, the end of the thread pinched between your thumb and pointer, and the spool balanced on the top of the toilet. You're shaking just as badly as he was. 

Bob wrings out his hands. “I can–”

“No, I got it.” 

You do get it, eventually. You tie it off, and Bob gets all set with the supplies on the floor behind you. 

You might be nervous about his face being two inches from your ass if it weren’t for all of the anxiety coupled with the reason he’s there in the first place. Bob’s a good guy. He has morals, priorities. He’s probably not thinking about it like you are. 

“Start a quarter of an inch from the edge. You’ll press through the skin, but not too deep, just the skin. Go across and then back, like a shoelace. And you’re gonna wanna pull it tight, just not too tight, okay?” 

Bob tries to hum, but his voice dies in his throat. 

“You can do it,” you assure. You’re sort of hyping yourself up at this point, too. This felt like a much better idea when the adrenaline came from being stabbed– less so now that it’s coming from knowing you’re about to be stabbed again.

He exhales hot air through his nose, squaring the side of his hand against your spine. 

You swallow the sound that makes its way up your throat as the needle sinks in. The pain sizzles like a firework, hot and bright and overwhelming. Your eyes well, and you shudder helplessly. 

“Sorry,” he promises. The needle quivers, his fingers slipping as it punches through you once more. He loops the thread back down like a bridge made of fire, the burn coming and going in lapses. Your skin pulls angrily, the string taut in his hand. “Is that too tight?” 

“I dunno,” you groan, “I don’t think so.” 

He groans back. “Shit."

“What?”

He pulls his lip between his teeth. “It’s– you’re bleeding again.” 

“Dab it. Carefully.” He stretches up for the roll of gauze on the counter. “Is it a lot?” 

“Mmm...” He watches a lone line of crimson drip down your back, brow twitching. “No. I don’t think so.” 

Your fist contracts as he swipes at the blood. “Fuck.” 

“Sorry, I’m trying…” He takes the needle and hooks you again. 

You shake your head, squirming against the toilet tank. “Can you– mmm– can you keep talking– please.”  

He hums. “About what?” 

“Anything.”

He pauses to think, voice low as his hand resumes. “I went for a walk today.” 

“Yeah?” you whine. 

“Mhmm. Down to Bryant Park. Saw a cute dog, a Saint Bernard. Thought it was a bear at first,” he chuckles. “What was his name? It was cute, it was… oh, Einstein, yeah.” 

“Einstein?”

“Yeah, Einstein. He was nice. Let me pet ‘em and everything. Big dog.” 

You squeeze your eyes as he tugs the thread. It's a different kind of pain when someone else does it to you. Pain, nonetheless.

“Think Bucky would let me have one? Like, here?” he asks.

“A Saint Bernard?”

“Any kind.” 

“I dunno,” you squeal, “ask for forgiveness, not permission or whatever.”

You hear him smile. It brings half of one to your own lips. He’s good at doing that. 

“I think I’m done,” he says after a while. 

You pick your head up. “Did you knot it?” 

“No.”

“Tie it. Three or four times. Tight.” 

He spends triple the time you would doing it, and his knots are only about half as good as your own when you inspect them in the mirror. The stitches are looser than you’d like, and terribly uneven, but you’re pretty sure they’ll hold. And if you don’t crawl into bed soon, you might just pass out in the tub. 

Bob takes your elbow as you sway on your feet. His worry has waned, but it’s not entirely gone. He still thinks you’ll keel over any second, and realistically, you might. 

He takes the bandage off the counter and unsticks the backing. He’s so gentle, smoothing it over your skin like he’s just glued you back together. He kind of has. 

You pull him off the floor, though it’s more of an excuse to hold his hand. “Thanks. Sorry for making you do surgery in the middle of the night.” 

“Yeah, you know it’s like four AM,” he laughs. His head shakes, his smile softening. “Do you get stabbed, like, a lot?” 

“What? Think I can’t handle myself?”

His brows jump. “No, oh no, I just– I just meant that–”

You squeeze his hand. “I’m teasing you.” 

“Oh,” he breathes, a shaky smile returning. “Well, I’m– I’m glad you came and woke me up. You can again next time– even if you can do it, or if it’s not that bad. I want you to.” 

“Okay,” you nod, grinning up to your ears. “Doctor Bob has a nice ring to it.” 

“No,” he laughs, spinning your finger between his. “I just want to make sure you’re not bleeding out in the tub while I’m asleep.” 

You hum. 

“Oh, Jesus,” Walker spits from the doorway. His hair is spiked with sleep, eyes just as heavy with it. “Is that my towel?”

You tear your hand from Bob's to flip Walker off. “Fuck off, dude.” 

“I have to piss.” 

“There’s, like, five other bathrooms on this floor.” 

He tuts, “Whatever. Better bleach the hell out of this bathroom when you’re done playing Operation or whatever the hell you’re doing.” 

You roll your eyes at Bob as he leaves. “Such a dick.”

“I heard that!” 

“Good!” you shout back. 

Bob's hand returns to yours as you share a laugh. You’re not usually thrilled to be stabbed, but next time, maybe you won’t mind as much. Doctor Bob really does have a nice ring to it, huh? 

[esotericbluntbaby]

srry if this sounds stupid but like.. reader thats super short?? like 5'1

idk thinking abt the fact that he could just manhandle you is making me so ♡♡ i keep thinking abt that trend where he could pick you up and place you on his shoulders omg.. or maybe he makes u sit on his lap and stuff while he edits

also feel like he's super protective u (subconsiously he doesnt even realize it) always putting a hand around u type of thing

hamzah x short!reader headcannons (sfw and nsfw)

mentions: reader gets insecure about their weight sometimes, manhandling, sexual activities, size kink

sfw!

being 5'10, hamzah was used to being taller than most people he knew. however, it hits way different when it comes to you. he enjoys having to look down at you whenever you're standing next to him; it gives him a slight ego boost about how tall he is.

though, being with someone short also has its downsides; sometimes hugging him when he's carrying all his film equipment is difficult. when side hugging him, he has to crouch down awkwardly or you have to go on the very tips of your toes in order to be able to.

you actually hate having to ask him for help on reaching things from high parts of your apartment; you've been independent for ages, so you feel like you should be able to simply grab whatever you need from the top. hamzah, however, hates it when you grab a chair to stand on. he thinks you'll somehow fall over and break something

hamzah walks in the room with a puzzled expression on his face, "hey baby? have you seen my- what are you doing?"

you looked down at him, standing on the counter, "i'm baking and i needed my measuring cups."

he grabs you by the waist and lifts you down with his hands, then reaching to the top of the cabinet with ease and grabbing the measuring cups you needed, "you could've just asked me."

whenever you get tired of walking around in heels, or your feet simply feel like they're bound to be raw instead of with skin, he carries you with ease. hamzah's a man who hates seeing his woman struggle with anything, yet he also didn't want to walk around toronto with only socks on the cold, dirty pavement. so, instead, he lifts you and carries you either bridal style or on his back.

he really has to lean down in order for you two to be able to kiss. whether it's a kiss on the cheek or a kiss on the lips, it's either he's bending down or you're on your toes. when you're in a situation where he can't bend over or he simply doesn't want to, forehead kisses are the next best option.

sometimes, he'll simply walk to wherever you are, grab you by the waist and hoist you onto his shoulder, and then take you to the couch to watch a movie with him. you don't really know how it started, but ever since he did it for the first time and you didn't seem to mind, he now does it probably once a week.

"hamzah, y'know you could've just asked me to come to the living room, right?"

"why would i do that?"

stealing his clothes is funny to him; it's been a running joke where, no matter how big the clothes you stole are, you'll still deny that it's his. he fakes being upset at it, but the blush he has on his cheeks tell a different story. one time, the roles reversed and he stole a tank top and basketball shorts from you.

"hamzah, what the hell are you wearing..?"

"just a little something from my closet ^-^"

if you ever get insecure about your weight, he makes it KNOWN that you weigh literally nothing to him. either by benchpressing your body or squatting it, he makes you laugh with all the movement he's making you go through. afterwards, he definitely reassures you that you're genuinely the most beautiful person he's ever seen; it's safe to say that you don't get insecure about your weight that often with him in your life.

nsfw!

hamzah's arms are absolutely ripped. therefore, he's able to switch your position whenever it's needed. cramping? he'll manhandle you and switch the position. tired? he'll manhandle you and switch the position. about to finish? he'll manhandle you and switch the position so that you feel as pleasured as possible when you release.

whenever he eats you out, he's able to overstimulate you as much as he can. his arms are almost always spreading your thighs apart, his promise ring making indents in your skin, even if your thighs are trying to squeeze his head off. occasionally, he lets you squeeze his head; contrary to popular belief, i think hamzah's a thigh and ass guy. being squeezed by how soft your thighs are turns him on even more.

the options for positions are ENDLESS. he's able to lift you and carry you for as long as both of you can last.

size kink. watching him rip you apart turns him on to the point where sometimes, he doesn't last as long as usual from the mere sight of your pornographic moans and having him enter and exit. watching you get tore apart also turns you on; he's so big and strong. that's your man, right there. only he's able to make you feel like this (and finish as fast as you do).

he wraps his hand around your wrists to restrain you; with the height difference, his hands are basically double the size of yours. he pins you down quite often, since missionary is probably one of his favorite positions. he likes seeing how blissful your expression is when he's deep inside of you.

authors note!

sorry i edged u guys the whole day with this LOLL! it's kinda short, but i hope u guys enjoy!

[drewswife]

Rafe helps you break into your pointe shoes

The satin ribbons felt cool against my skin as I tied them around my ankles, the brand-new pointe shoes gleaming under the soft light of my bedroom lamp. They were a dream, a culmination of years of practice, and now, finally, they were mine. But they were also stiff, unforgiving. Breaking them in was a necessary evil, a painful ritual every ballerina endured.

I rose onto the box, the delicate platform at the very tip of the shoe and wobbled precariously. A sharp twinge shot through my toes, a reminder of the hours ahead. I sighed, adjusting my weight, trying to find that elusive balance. Suddenly, a knock echoed on my door. "Hey, you alright in there?" Rafe's voice, muffled by the wood, was laced with concern.

"Yeah, just breaking in my new pointe shoes," I called back, a hint of a wince creeping into my voice. The door creaked open, and Rafe poked his head in, his eyes widening as they landed on my feet. He'd seen me dance before, and knew the dedication it took, but he'd never witnessed the grueling process of breaking in new shoes.

"Wow," he breathed, stepping fully into the room. "Those look… painful." "They are," I admitted, lowering my foot gingerly. "Want to try?"

Rafe's eyebrows shot up. "Me? In pointe shoes?" He looked down at his own size twelve sneakers, a stark contrast to the delicate slippers. "Just for a minute," I coaxed, a mischievous glint in my eye. "It'll be funny."

He hesitated, a grin spreading across his face. "Alright, but if I break an ankle, you're carrying me to the hospital." I laughed, pulling a pair of thick socks from my dance bag. "Deal."

He struggled to squeeze his feet into the tiny shoes, his face contorting with the effort. Finally, with a triumphant grunt, he was in. He wobbled precariously, arms outstretched for balance.

"Whoa," he gasped, his voice a mix of amusement and pain. "How do you even walk in these things?" "Years of practice," I replied, suppressing a giggle.

He took a tentative step, then another, his face a mask of concentration. He looked like a baby giraffe taking its first steps, all long limbs and awkwardness. Suddenly, he lost his balance, flailing his arms wildly.

"Woah!" he yelled, grabbing onto my dresser for support. I couldn't help it I burst out laughing. He looked so ridiculous, so completely out of his element. Rafe, despite his precarious position, grinned back. "Okay, I get it now. These things are torture devices."

He took another step, then another, gaining a little confidence. He even tried a clumsy pirouette, nearly crashing into my bookshelf. We were both laughing so hard, tears streamed down our faces.

"You look like a baby swan trying to learn to fly," I choked out between giggles. He stuck his tongue out at me, then tried another pirouette, this time managing a wobbly turn. He was surprisingly light on his feet, despite his size.

"I think I'm getting the hang of this," he declared, a mischievous glint in his eyes. He started to dance, a ridiculous, improvised ballet, complete with exaggerated leaps and dramatic arm gestures. He was a natural clown, making me laugh until my sides ached. He even tried to do a grand jeté, landing with a thud on my bed.

"Okay, okay, I think that's enough," I gasped, wiping tears. "You're going to break something." He grinned, finally kicking off the pointe shoes with a sigh of relief.

"Man, those things are brutal. I have a newfound respect for you, ballerina."

tags, @spencerreid66

[tlouwhore]

modern!ellie headcanons

notes/warnings: pet names used (baby), sfw, loser!ellie a little (i cant help it), no race specific information, androgynous reader

★ she has an insane mug collection thats so strange, when you go to hers for the first time its such a weird thing

"you want something to drink?"

"sure"

and you'll go back to messing with her stuff that she left sprawled across her coffee table until you hear her clomp over and extend her arm, she'll be holding an inconveniently built mug out to you casually

"els, what the fuck is that?"

she tilts her head and furrows her brow, confused at your comment as if its unreasonable to ask why shes handing you a horrifically constructed alien mug thats bound to spill all over you

★ speaking of these mugs, she refuses to get rid of *any* of them. when you guys move in together you're begging her to just get rid of one but she refuses

"els, please. we dont have enough shelves for these, we need normal drinking glasses."

you sigh as the mugs sit across the kitchen counter, shes on one side staring at them while youre on the other side staring at her.

"i cant, i use them all"

she doesn't. she drinks out of one and she only ever drinks water from it. you go back and forth for merely minutes before you throw in the towel and just let her do her thing, if shes happy you dgaf about the normal water glasses.

★ shes a loud ass walker, you will hear her before you see her. you genuinely start to think she's doing it on purpose.

★ she has one belt and its one wrong move from completing snapping in two pieces, there is a literal half inch of material holding it together

★ needs to pet street cats every time she sees them, whenever you point out that they're probably diseased she scoffs

★ tries to pretend shes good at fixing things but has no clue what shes doing—the toilet isnt flushing properly and so she stands about 3 feet from it and stares at it with her weight shifted to one side. she'll have on a tank top on and slacked down carhartt pants engulfing her legs as she nods. she really likes to take care of you so she'll refuse to admit she has no idea what shes doing and when you walk away she looks up "toilet not flushing reddit"

★ she fucks with the twilight franchise but pretends to hate it because it doesn't "look cool"

★ she cant drive, she failed her permit test 3 times and pretends like every other driver on the road is the problem (shes the issue every time)

★ she drives a beat up car or truck, it smells a little funny and the radio gets three stations so you have to rummage through her mass cd collection to find something to listen to. half the cds wont even be in their case but instead haphazardly chucked around her car in random spots. the only ones she keeps in order are your cds, which have a specific bag so you don't have to scurry about in her car to find them.

★ 3 pairs of socks and they all have holes in them, she'll complain that the floor is cold all the time

"god the floor is so cold in here"

"can you just put some socks on?"

"i'm wearing socks right now"

"oh really?"

and she'll point as her feet, half her toes are out and her heel is fully exposed. its about the same as just wearing no socks at some point. you'll just stare in disbelief for a moment before scoffing.

"what'd you do that for?"

that small crease between her brows finding its way to her face as it always does.

"you're barely wearing socks"

"oh whatever"

★ has to physically restrain herself from telling you the gift she bought you for any holiday or event, shes tweaking out and cant function until she gives it to you

★ she loves to just be in your presence, she'll observe your routines. she enjoys perching next to you as you get ready, no matter how short or long or a routine she will be by your side

★ she can cook a crazy burger but that's literally all she can make

★ shes a blushing mess for you but she loves to get cocky and pretend she isn't when texting you

★ needy and will message you thirst trap ass photos in an attempt to get you to leave work early and be with her (it works)

[kneelingshadowsalome]

Young recruit!König is so silly :33

He gets jealous over everything you touch. You’re supposed to be with him!! Your feet should NOT touch the ground! Sit on his back, or hang onto him like a koala while he fucks you deeply. Loves watching your boobs bounce in his face, teeth grabbing onto a nipple and dick twitching at your tiny squeal.

“Bet he can’t do this” he says as he spins you around like it’s a circus performance, before plopping you down on his dick again, the squeal now turning into a shriek.

Hisses at the cat he stole for you ^_^ and fights for your attention. He cockwarms you while u both sleep and he wakes up from his cool ass dream (it was you two living in a beautiful house, happily married. Not that he’ll ever admit that) because the damn rabid orange thing bit his toe.

He’d be in the hospital, a broken arm and leg from his latest mission, and he’ll beg you to come closer. Literally almost tears up (it’s fake), and you stand up from your chair and walk up next to his hospital bed. Haha! :D You fell for the trick! He’s so happy you wore a skirt, now he can finger u aaaall he wants! (He’ll demand you to sit on his dick after a while but you refuse, already embarrassed as hell.)

He is NEVER allowed near coffee. He would become an atomic bomb with all that extra energy added to his chaotic personality. When he’s petty though he’ll take a big gulp of your afternoon coffee, ending in him fucking you the whole night. He can’t help it!! He needs to let his energy out, and who else is better for the job than you? 🫶

Anon this is so crazy & cute AHHHH. I love every single word 😭❤️!

Young recruit is in serious need of some behavioral therapy and would profit from a few electric shocks, but sadly he has better things to do (such as chase and bully you!)

Flexes on his strength and muscles every chance he gets, walks around with no shirt on, sometimes even without his pants on because he loves to see that shocked look on your face. You always gasp like a virgin who’s never even seen a cock when he walks into the kitchen with nothing on, it’s too adorable ❤️

Grins when you rush to draw the curtains together so that neighbors won’t see his half-hard dick – König has some serious exhibitionistic tendencies, gladly it’s just to get your attention, but he could be a little more discreet with that schlong… You can manage without sexual harassment lawsuits crowding your mailbox, thank you very much!

And the need to show off doesn’t end there: König has to fuck you on every surface of you and the Colonel’s house. An attempt to claim you and this place as his own, mark you both with his scent or something – or then to destroy the Colonel’s precious antique mahogany furniture, who knows.

Trying to trick him to participate in NNN ends in a horrible mess because he all but wrecks the nearest gym’s equipment while attempting to survive a week without warming his cock inside you. Refuses to sleep on the couch to prevent himself from getting life-threatening boners around you, and so it all ends with König waking you up one night with the messiest hard on you’ve ever felt or seen. Has the audacity to say that it’s your fault he’s in this state, and it’s your job to do something about this dick before he goes nuts. (“Nuts”, heh…! Isn’t he funny?)

And the cat he got you quickly takes a liking to you, he didn’t expect it to steal so much of your attention :( The tabby gets sunshine smiles and enthusiastic babbles by simply jumping into your lap and curling there. You look down at it with unbridled joy as it starts to purr and paw at you, sometimes you squeeze it against you and kiss its nose.

He can’t believe he’s jealous of a fluffy murderous kitten, who, on top of everything, bears his name because it "reminds you of him". Reminds you of him, this crazy killing machine who steals socks and bites toes at night?? Who hauls you dead rodents and follows you around everywhere you go, even to the bathroom? Pfft…

[illicitghoul]

you’re instagram if you were in the BAU!

my first ever post :DDD yeahyeahyeahyeahyeah

spencer x reader • healthy and established relationship cause he goes through 2 much

part 2! https://www.tumblr.com/illicitghoul/748578849035599872/youre-instagram-if-you-were-in-the-bau-p2

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[skunkes]

ok detailed surgery experience

i made this schedule (?) of the major events as soon as I left while I cld still remember (and still kinda forgot!) i like knowing the Times of stuff so I asked my dad to take note of Times for me, and tried to ask for the time where i could

surgery I got was a laproscopic bilateral salpingectomy, full removal of the fallopian tubes only!

Misc details off of dis, obviously TMI territory as its a medical procedure.

The second blood draw (they took blood from me yesterday tooooo) hurt less and more somehow. Nasty nasty bruise forming.

IV really was the worst part of it ! I'd get weird throbs of frustrating pain long after it was in

I was given compression stockings that went right up to my crotch. Your toes stick out, and they put hospital socks over your feet. Some additional compress wraps were placed above my knees.

Pre op/prep didnt take too long at all. I know I have it listed as over an hour of waiting, which always made me nervous to read in other people's experiences, but it doesn't really feel like waiting. The TV helps pass the time, as do the people who are with you if any, and the nurses popping in with help or instructions or updates. The prep room was small and the bathroom was next door. The double doors open to wheel you out. Remote was given toe to control the TV and also call the nurses via a speaker.

The nurse who wheeled me in was nicest, she pronounced my name Correctly and was also really funny and friendly...

In general I knew this surgery was going to go well because I was actually able to fall asleep last night. I've stayed awake/tossed and turned for events far less stressful. Dis was also due to part of it kind of not feeling real for me! And being wheeled into surgery room added to that! It didnt feel real, it felt like watching one of many scenes from medical media of the same point of view.

I did start quaking and shaking once in the surgery room (also small, I did not look around much in fear of it making me panic last minute!)

They had me scoot from the prep bed to the surgery table. There was a pink foam headrest for me to slot the back of my head into. They strap you in with arms out like ur being crucified and thats when it became more Real for me so i started shaking a lot, but I can't tell how bad it was under the heavy blankets. I think I shook more and for longer when I went for my MRI (which also isnt/wasnt scary but the body freaks out for no reason). Im surprised at myself for being so Calm ykwim

Anyway, strapped in, had monitoring stuff stickered onto my body: my sternum, side of body under chest/armpits, and another pair I cant remember where. Hair was put up in hair net. My hospital gown was untied as the tie starts halfway across your body and goes under, but this was not done in an invasive-to-privacy way, and I was still fully covered by it (and then recovered by blankets)

(3 separate people asked me how many kids I had throughout this whole venture, and were Shocked at my response. This was the other most nerve wracking part as I started to get weirdly anxious that someone wouldn't like this and cancel my surgery or something. One of the Askers was the anesthesiologist.) Doctor/surgeon came in and asked if i was ready and talked about how he loved being under anesthesia LOL. Everybody was speaking about their opinions about childbirth and sterilization and parenthood, but amongst each other and not to influence my decision, along with telling each other to set up XYZ. Once again everybody is charmed by Cheye's usage of the word "yay"

Ive never had surgery before, so I was worried about anesthesia. In my mind i was imagining it to be being fully lucid and then your vision darkens and takes you, which was scary to me like i dont wanna be freaking out and then immediately KNOCKED out!

But it was gradual which actually made it more calming for me...the funny nurse put the oxygen mask over me, I got very nervous bc she said to take deep breaths and honestly i couldnt even breath much at all in it, and breathing out also felt very restricting and like I was going to choke, but it wasn't Distressing. I just breathed slowly and it worked anyway.

In a few seconds I felt a cool tingle in my arm that then sort of burst into my torso, and my whole body felt really light and my eyelids draggggggged half closed, but it felt very mechanical and involuntarily (like slowly closing window blinds...or like how the brightness options on a 3DS are numbered buttons ykwim? Like, Closing 1, Closing 2, Closing 3, Closed Halfway, all pressed in quick succession). Heavy heavy heavy. I stayed in that half closed state for a while! (Probably not even a full minute, but it also wasn't instant...i still had time to think and Hear conversation etc, as well as feel that there was some mechanical thing tightening around my spread arms along with the hand adjusted straps)

The funny nurse was telling me to relax and have sweet dreams and that they wld take care of me and such. And then I was out. I do not remember my vision fully fading or eyes fully closing, in my mind they stayed in that half closed state.

Ive heard ppl say it feels like blinking and waking up, but it did feel like sleep to me!!!! I know dreaming under anesthesia isn't really a thing, but waking up felt like....i was really waking up like normal and trying to remember traces of a dream after several hours of sleep.

I always thought it was silly seeing ppl ask if the surgery was over when they come out of it, but I did that. But like i swear it came out involuntarily??? Like i knew it was over....i think it was because I couldnt really SEE anything when i woke up, I could only hear staff speaking to me, and I can barely remember what they said. Vision was VERY very blurred. So I guess that question came out as substitute for Where Am I, and Who's Here With Me? Speaking felt like when audio unsyncs from a video, with my voice trailing far behind my words. I also remember being really bewildered bc there was some sort of residue on my lips, like when they're chapped and dry and cracking. I learned later this was bc of the intubation but i Didnt Know That Yet so i was just scared and thirsty.

Adding another "pain was less bad than the average period which has one Doubled Over" statement to the pile. Pain was at 3/10 or 4/10, which is to say if period pain is a whole abdomen event, this pain was small little bruises occasionally being brushed up against, just small throbs of sore pain in the 3 incision spots. I got an incision inside my belly button and that was the most present sensation, but that might also be bc I hate anything having to do with that area in general 😭 always feels weird.

My throat felt very DRY. It wasn't pain yet, it felt like when you're thirsty + dehydrated and your lips stick together at any slight moisture, but in the throat. Kept trying to look around and wiggle my fingers and toes in hopes that'd help me Come Out Of It sooner bc not being able to see was really frustrating me. I could not make out the face of the person watching over me for some time. I really wanted water !

HORROR when the person looking over me said i had a catheter still in me. Nightmare I wasnt counting on actually happening and wasnt mentally prepared for. I was told I would have one placed (make sure to ask if this is a concern for you!) but i thought they'd take it out before I woke up... I cldnt even feel it in me when I was told this! Which is good.

The staff of course had to remove blankets and open my gown a bit to access the area. But I did not feel any distress about this at the time.

Had a very funny slow motion distress response bracing self for removal. It did not hurt or sting at all, it just felt like [something I cant describe here]. Just pressure! It was pulled out gently but quickly of course.

After 1 hr i was wheeled to a separate private recovery room. The nurse uncovered my lower area to check if incisions were doing good so far as well as to check if I had been provided with a pad/underwear, as some patients have blood or other fluids come out as a result of the surgery.

parents came in, was so grateful for juice but in dismay over my food item being orange (i dont like citrus flavor) jello (i dont like jello 😭) i consumed all of both.

I also worried I'd feel weird about throwing my body parts away. But I dont feel anything ^_^ just feels very awesome and natural

Sore throat started further developing. Nurse came in after some time here, taught me how to Get Up. Was scary! I was worried about it hurting, but it was just more soreness.

Was able to go to the bathroom, went a very little bit but it was enough. I was very scared about seeing my incisions and being disgusted by them....but I caught a glance and it was Okey Yey. They are covered in surgical Glue and dont look gnarly, swollen, red or anything they look very cool ^_^ got dressed in stages as there was nothing to set clothes down on and sat back down on the bed. The bathroom connected to another room where somebody else was preparing for surgery.

Nurse came in with final post op instructions, upon describing nausea to me my skin got cold, stomach activated and krusty krab exploded with it. She was just barely able to get me a bag to throw up in. This exacerbated the throat pain. She encouraged me to get it all out especially since I also expelled gas, which is a good thing.

IV removal didnt hurt! Same level of pain as the tape around it being yanked off. I couldn't even tell it was over. I was wheeled out of the hospital. ^_^ i wore an oversized dress my sister lent me, and cheap target sandals so I wouldnt have to bend to tie shoes. My dad pulled up the car right outside. I brought a pillow to be a barrier in between the seat belt and my stomach.

Its 6:48 neow and I am laying down, but the pain is (currently) the same. I had another nausea (and release. Also exacerbated throat pain.) spell (while in walmart picking up the pain meds), was boiling alive in my very hot room, and was a bit dehydrated which may have contributed to some misery and nausea but as of right now I'm ok, i changed into lighter clothes, drank water, ate a bit, and situated self in a room with ac....i worry about getting up and becoming nauseous again 😭 i hate throwing up.

People are right about it being more discomfort than pain! You have to walk around every few hours, and it doesnt hurt but every step feels like my bellybutton is kinda pinching inward. Being tugged at from the inside. Ive gotten to a point where even chuckling makes me feel this very Sour soreness (not regular dull soreness) so maybe ill start the meds soon if necessary.... Squatting to sit doesnt hurt in a debilitating way, neither does actually sitting or putting on/stepping into clothing.

I couldnt nap because laying on my side doesnt hurt the incisions or anything, BUT its just the strange discomfort again. The weight of gravity on the body makes the incision sites feel very very weird in an abstract way i cant describe. It isnt pain. It feels like a mismatched sensation of some sort. Like if you touched your nose and somehow felt the touch on your knee. Adjacent to this. A very specific sensation sits in all the incision sites and drags down through your mattress to the ground and it feels Weird.

If you get up properly it really doesn't hurt to do so! Use your leg to get yourself fully onto your side, then use your arm to push yourself up into a sitting position.

I am very nervous from when all the good strong hospital meds wear off t_t i heard the day after is a struggle because of dis. but ive got the prescribed pain management on hand (extra strength ibuprofen and tylenol with codeine!! O_O) neow at least ^_^;

OH, AND THE DOCTOR TOOK FOTOS OF MY INSIDES LIKE I ASKED! ^_^ 🫶 I have glossy printed souvenir now! I dont exactly know wtf im looking at but its awesum LOL maybe i will ask for details at the follow up!

[cosmos-coma]

Sick Days- Bucky Barnes

A/N: We interrupt your regularly scheduled chapter to say.... I'm sick AGAIN. Its been just about 2 weeks since I fully recovered from my cough (and almost 6 weeks since I first showed symptoms last time.) I've been under a lot of stress lately to find a job so I can pay my bills, but hopefully the recovery from this round is faster.

pairing: James "Bucky" Barnes x Reader

Words: 1472

Warnings: gender neutral reader (no pronouns), NO Y/N (just 'Doll'), Sick reader, just a whole lot of fluff and soft Bucky, passively edited.

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It started as just a funny feeling in your chest, you couldn’t really describe it, but you didn’t let it worry you. 

Then, the next morning you spent 10 minutes coughing up the worst-tasting phlegm you’d ever imagined. Thinking that that was the last of it, you mentioned nothing of it to the team, the doctor, or your overly concerned boyfriend. But as the night went on and your throat began to dry, that little cough tip-toeing back in, you knew it would be worse than you had assumed. But you still ignored it for the most part; Nothing a good swig of NyQuil and some rest couldn’t do. You’d deal with it in the morning. 

But now here you were in bed, wool socks on, two sweatshirts wrapped around you, and piles and piles of blankets over top, yet you were still shivering as if you had just stepped outside naked in the middle of winter. You had tried a shower, but it only warmed half of you, the other half just standing cold and wet away from the spray. You had even tried your microwavable hot pack; it worked for a while, but its heat dwindled quickly with time.

An unproductive cough forced its way out of your throat, following itself up with a throbbing headache at the spike in pressure. “Fuuuuuuuuuck,” you groaned, but it only came out as an unintelligible groan.

Though your body shivered and your muscles ached, you still found bits to be thankful for. Your nose- while slightly pressurized- still let you breathe through it, and your throat had yet to feel any of its usual soreness; they were small victories, but victories nonetheless. 

However, as time passed and you lay awake listening to the sounds of the tower you were beginning to get disoriented. Was it lack of sleep? Or maybe it was dehydration? Or perhaps…. Wait, what were you thinking of again? Hm… oh well, must not have been that important. 

Anyways, where were we? Ah, right-

You waited patiently for Bucky to come back from the kitchen, now regretting asking him for tea instead of just asking him to lay with you. He had been so worried when he heard you say that you were sick that he immediately sprang into action. He knew you never really liked relying on people; you were always the one taking care of others- whether you wanted to or not- so when the two of you started dating it had been quite an adjustment to get you to sit back and let him do the work.

“Hey, Doll… Are you awake…?” He called quietly, nudging the door open with his foot as he carried a tray piled high. He made his way over toward the large lump underneath the blankets, dipping the bed as he sat, “Is this you or is this just a pile of pillows?” he asked with a poke. 

“No, it’s me. I’m up…” you groaned as you peeked out over the warmth of the blanket to look, and when you saw you couldn’t help but laugh weakly at your ridiculously loving boyfriend. His tray was piled high with everything you could need; a nice bowl of soup, some fresh fruit, cold medicine, tea, a hot towel- he had brought everything he thought might help you. 

“What’s all this..? I thought I only asked for tea…” you said with a nasally voice and a smile, braving the cold of the room as you sat up, “fuck, is it freezing in here to you…?” You pulled your knees to your chest in an effort to keep warm despite the way your aching muscles protested. 

Bucky’s brows drew together as he set the tray aside, “I thought I’d make sure you had all you needed. You’re still cold…?” Concern laced his voice as his metal hand rubbed up and down your leg, “Can we try some soup first? You need to warm up from the inside.” he advised. Gentle, loving hands helped you sit up further, even going so far as to feed you spoonfuls of soup. 

You snorted and rolled your eyes, but your smile betrayed just how much you loved it, “Bucky, I’m not a child. I can feed myself…” you argued, your smile dissolving into soft laughter as he began to fly the spoon around like an airplane at your remark.

“Ah, come on, Doll. Please let me take care of you…? ” he chuckled as he tried to play it off, but you could see in his eyes that he needed this, he needed to make sure you were going to be okay. Your heart squeezed pleasantly at the knowledge that you had someone so incredibly dedicated to you, and you nodded.

“Alright, Big guy...” you relented with a grin, downing the spoonful of soup, “Thank you… I don’t know what I’d do without you.” You swallowed with a hum, enjoying the way its warmth traveled through your body quickly. 

You breathed a sigh of relief, closing your eyes and savoring the love and spices that went into it. However after your 5th or 6th spoonful your stomach began to turn, churning uncomfortably as you thought about taking another bite. “Ugh…” you groaned, holding Bucky’s hand still before he could offer you another spoonful, “Wait, hold on….” 

“What is it? Is it not good?”He asked, “I tried to copy my mother’s old recipe but it’s a little fuzzy after 70 years on ice…” He looked down, sniffing the bowl quizzically, It didn’t smell perfectly like his mother’s, but it didn’t seem that bad either.

“No, no, it’s good… I just- I’m not sure my stomach is strong enough right now.” You sighed as you let go of his hand, looking away from the soup so your stomach could finally settle. “I’m sorry, I know you worked hard and -”

“Hey, no. Don’t be sorry,” he smiled softly as he put the bowl aside, “I know sickness does weird things to your appetite… but we need another way to warm you up now.”

You wasted no time pulling back the covers, your sweatshirt coming off in record time before you reached out to him, “Well, they say body heat is the best way to keep warm in emergency situations. It’s just science…” You reasoned as your fingers urged him toward you. You may have still been adjusting to having someone else care for you, but if there was one thing you’d cave to without fail, it was cuddling your super soldier.

“Ah, of course… and this is an emergency after all.” His grin spread warmth through you as he climbed in, peeling off a few of his own layers for maximum skin-to-skin contact. 

You settled easily onto his chest, your head tucked neatly into the crook of his neck, and as you lay against his super-heated skin you felt your whole body melt away. Relaxation and warmth crept along your muscles as his warm calloused hand glided down your back, squeezing and rubbing your aching muscles as he went along. 

“Wait, fuck- go back down… further… not there you pervert- up, now to the left…! Ooooooh, yeah. right there…” You moaned as he rubbed firmly into the small of your back. 

A gentle laugh rumbled through his chest and into you, as you called him out, his hand turning to massage his knuckles along the perfect spot and eliciting an even dirtier-sounding moan from your lips. 

“You jerk… Why are you so good at this..?” you sighed blissfully as your back cracked with a satisfying pop. 

“What? At making you moan..?” your boyfriend teased, “Just had a lot of practice I guess… You know how dedicated I am to my craft,” He laughed as he kissed your shoulder’s warming skin, and snuck his hands lower… 

You snorted, gently thwapping his arm… “Alright, big guy, behave yourself… I’m too sick for your kinda ‘cold remedy’ today “ 

A beaming grin spread across his face as he wrapped his arms firmly around your middle, his stubble rubbing against your face as he kissed your temple. “I’ll behave, I’ll behave..” he mumbled against your hairline, lips staying pressed against your soft skin. 

A quiet moment passed where you two lay with nothing but comfortable silence between you. All kidding and jokes fell by the wayside as soft kisses passed beneath the blankets from body to body 

A warm smile pulled at your lips as you closed your tired eyes, “Thank you for taking care of me today, Buck…. Always really. I can't imagine how miserable I’d be without you.” You laid your heart bare, appreciation evident in your voice. “I’m so lucky I have you,” you pressed another kiss to his stubbly skin, “I love you, Bucky.” 

“I love you too, Doll. More than you’ll ever know.”

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It's been a while since I've written for Bucky (almost a year), so if I've missed you/you want to be added to the taglist, DM me to let me know!

[poopyballz28]

Just looking at your content, ik kiyosumi cat toe would love you so much!!! He would love you so much he would give u a box of chocolates thats just his dookie wrapped up in plastic and beat you with a poop sock and pee on ur cat and slap ur mom and make ur dad his cum slut! 💖💖💖

its so funny how i know exactly who you are just by your horrible sense of humor. this is so utterly pathetic i cant help but cackle to myself. they spammed like 15 other asks like this btw guys this is what daddy is forced to deal with for not liking rape and not being a proshipper

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Step Up Your Laughter: Hilarious Foot Jokes to Add Some Humor to Your Day

https://jokesfordays.com/?p=862 Step Up Your Laughter: Hilarious Foot Jokes to Add Some Humor to Your Day Everyone loves a good laugh, and what better way to lighten the mood than with some clever foot jokes? Whether you’re at a party, hanging out with friends, or just looking to brighten your day, these playful puns and witty one-liners will have you stepping into humor effortlessly. Table of Contents Toggle Foot Jokes Adding Some Humor To Your StepWhy Foot Humor Is ImportantBenefits of Humor in Daily LifeThe Role of Puns in Foot JokesClassic Foot Jokes to Get You StartedPunny Foot Jokes for EveryoneSilly Foot Jokes for a Good LaughSeasonal Foot Jokes to ShareSummer Foot Jokes for Warm DaysWinter Foot Jokes for Frosty FunSharing Foot Jokes with FriendsFoot Jokes for Family GatheringsFoot Jokes for Social Media PostsTips for Creating Your Own Foot JokesBrainstorming Foot-Related ThemesConclusionFrequently Asked QuestionsWhat are foot jokes?How can foot jokes enhance social gatherings?Why is humor beneficial for well-being?Can foot jokes be seasonal?How can I share foot jokes with others?How can I create my own foot jokes? Foot Jokes Adding Some Humor To Your Step Why don’t scientists trust atoms? They make up everything, including the best foot jokes out there! 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Stress relief is another perk—laughing lowers tension and boosts your mood. Creating a lighthearted atmosphere helps you connect with others and promotes feelings of comfort and safety. The Role of Puns in Foot Jokes Puns are a key element of foot humor that adds cleverness to the jokes. These playful wordplays often catch you off guard and spark laughter. They highlight the fun in language, making the jokes not just relatable but also entertaining. By using foot-related puns, you can engage your audience in a delightful and memorable way, encouraging laughter and bonding. Classic Foot Jokes to Get You Started Classic Foot Jokes to Get You Started Dive right into some classic foot jokes that’ll surely tickle your funny bone. They’re perfect for lightening the mood and getting a few laughs at gatherings! Punny Foot Jokes for Everyone Feeling punny? Check out these clever foot jokes that glam up your humor! “I don’t have big feet, I just make every step count.” “Arch you glad to heel about my new shoes?” “Toe-besity is real, my socks don’t fit anymore.” “Why did the shoe go to the gym? To get more sole-ful!” “What did the sock say to the foot? ‘I’ve got you covered!’” “Why was the boot always grumpy? It had a chip on its shoulder.” “I’m quite the sole searcher on long walks.” “This shoe’s untied; guess it’s on a loafering adventure.” Silly Foot Jokes for a Good Laugh Silly foot jokes can always bring a smile! Enjoy these delightful bits of humor that just might have you rolling. “Why did the foot refuse to dance? It had two left feet!” “Why did the foot break up with its boyfriend? He was being too callous.” “Why was the foot always late? It had trouble keeping pace.” “What do you call a foot that’s always late? Slow toes.” “Why did the foot go to therapy? It had arch issues.” Seasonal Foot Jokes to Share Seasonal Foot Jokes to Share Get ready to share some laughs with these seasonal foot jokes that are sure to tickle your funny bone. Summer Foot Jokes for Warm Days Why did the foot go to the beach? It wanted to play some sandal-ball! What’s more fun than running on the warm sand? What do you call a foot that’s always on vacation? A flip-flop wanderer! Imagine that carefree life. Why did the sandal become a teacher? To help others find their sole purpose! That’s the kind of motivation we all need. What do frogs wear on their feet? Open-toad sandals! Perfect for hopping around and staying cool. Winter Foot Jokes for Frosty Fun Why did the foot go to the park in winter? It needed a little sole exercise, but it was toe-tally cold! You can just picture it bundled up. How do feet stay warm in the winter? They wear toe-ques! That’s not just practical; it’s stylish too. What do you call a foot that’s been in the freezer too long? Frost-bitten toesicles! That sounds uncomfortable. Why was the snowman hesitant to get married? He got cold feet! Perfect example of thinking twice before making a commitment. Sharing Foot Jokes with Friends Laughter brings people together, and foot jokes work wonders for that! Here are some fun ways to share these jokes with your friends. Foot Jokes for Family Gatherings You can start with silly one-liners like, “What do feet like to have on their sandwiches? Toe jam!” That’s sure to get everyone giggling. How about breaking out a pun? Saying, “Life without feet would be un-balievable!” keeps the mood light. Consider another classic: “What do feet like at breakfast? Toe-st.” These jokes are perfect icebreakers for family gatherings and keep conversations flowing. Foot Jokes for Social Media Posts Want to spread some joy online? Try sharing a toe-tally awesome joke on your social media. For instance, “You’re toe-tally awesome!” captures attention and sparks smiles. Post a clever pun like, “Why did the foot go to medical school? Because it wanted to heel people!” These playful posts resonate well with followers. You might even get comments like, “What do you call a foot that’s always late? Slow toes!” Captivating with your audience through humor makes your posts memorable. Tips for Creating Your Own Foot Jokes Tips for Creating Your Own Foot Jokes Creating your own foot jokes can be a fun and rewarding process. Here are some tips to help you get started! Brainstorming Foot-Related Themes Consider everyday activities that involve feet. Activities like walking, dancing, or even wearing different types of shoes can spark ideas. Think about foot anatomy and play with terms like toes and arches. Reflect on popular culture; you can reference movies or songs that connect with foot themes. Your imagination can take you far when you look for humor in the ordinary. Conclusion Embracing foot jokes is a fantastic way to inject humor into your daily interactions. Whether you’re at a party or just hanging out with friends, these playful puns can lighten the mood and spark laughter. You’ll find that sharing a clever quip about feet not only entertains but also strengthens connections with those around you. As you discover the area of foot humor, remember that laughter is a universal language. It can ease tension and create memorable moments. So don’t hesitate to share your favorite jokes or even create your own. After all, a little humor can make every step of your day a bit brighter. Keep those jokes handy and let the laughter flow! Frequently Asked Questions What are foot jokes? Foot jokes are humorous quips and puns that revolve around feet and footwear. They are designed to elicit laughter and lighten the mood in social settings, making them relatable and fun for a wide audience. How can foot jokes enhance social gatherings? Foot jokes create a lighthearted atmosphere, helping to break the ice and encourage laughter among guests. They can serve as conversation starters and make interactions more enjoyable at parties and casual gatherings. Why is humor beneficial for well-being? Humor, including foot jokes, reduces stress, lowers tension, and boosts mood. Sharing laughs fosters connections among people, making social interactions more comfortable and enjoyable. Can foot jokes be seasonal? Yes! Foot jokes can be themed around different seasons, such as summer and winter. Seasonal jokes add variety and can reflect related activities like beach outings or winter sports. How can I share foot jokes with others? You can share foot jokes during conversations, at family gatherings, or on social media. Silly one-liners and puns make great icebreakers and are easy to spread online for more fun. How can I create my own foot jokes? To create foot jokes, brainstorm everyday activities involving feet, foot anatomy, or pop culture references. Get creative and have fun while looking for amusing connections among these themes. Jokes For Days https://jokesfordays.com/?p=862

[xjarvis1]

Gift Guide: The Perfect Winter Socks to Keep Your Feet Toasty and Cozy All Season Long

Winter is here, and with it comes the chilly weather that can make our feet feel like blocks of ice. But fear not, for we have the perfect solution to keep your toes warm and cozy all season long: the perfect pair of winter socks!

In this gift guide, we'll explore the different types of winter socks available, their unique features, and how to choose the right pair for your loved ones. So, let's dive in and discover the warmth and comfort that awaits!

The Importance of Warm Feet

Before we delve into the world of winter socks, let's discuss why keeping your feet warm is essential during the colder months. Our feet contain numerous nerve endings, and when they get cold, it can affect our overall body temperature. By keeping our feet warm, we can improve blood circulation, reduce the risk of illness, and simply feel more comfortable.

Types of Winter Socks

There are several types of winter socks available, each with its own unique features and benefits. Here are a few of the most popular options:

Wool Socks: Wool is a natural insulator that helps to regulate body temperature. It's also moisture-wicking, which means it can help to keep your feet dry and comfortable. Wool socks are ideal for those who spend a lot of time outdoors in cold weather.

Merino Wool Socks: Merino wool is a type of wool that is known for its softness and warmth. It's also hypoallergenic and odor-resistant, making it a great choice for people with sensitive skin. Merino wool socks are perfect for everyday wear and can be worn in a variety of climates.

Fleece-Lined Socks: Fleece-lined socks are a popular choice for those who want extra warmth and comfort. The fleece lining provides a soft and cozy feel against the skin, while the outer layer helps to protect your feet from the elements. Fleece-lined socks are ideal for lounging around the house or for wearing on cold winter days.

Thermal Socks: Thermal socks are designed to keep your feet warm in even the coldest conditions. They are often made from a blend of wool and synthetic fibers, which provide excellent insulation and moisture-wicking properties. Thermal socks are perfect for outdoor activities like skiing, snowboarding, and hiking.

How to Choose the Right Winter Socks

When choosing winter socks, there are a few factors to consider:

Material: As mentioned earlier, wool, merino wool, fleece, and thermal fabrics are all great options for winter socks. Consider your specific needs and preferences when choosing a material.

Fit: Make sure the socks fit snugly but comfortably. Avoid socks that are too tight or too loose, as this can affect their warmth and comfort.

Length: Choose a length that suits your needs. Crew socks are a classic choice for everyday wear, while knee-high socks provide extra warmth and coverage.

Style: Winter socks come in a variety of styles, from plain and simple to colorful and patterned. Choose a style that reflects your personality and preferences.

Gift Ideas for Winter Sock Lovers

If you're looking for a thoughtful and practical gift for a loved one this winter, consider giving them a pair of cozy winter socks. Here are a few gift ideas:

A Pair of Personalized Socks: Add a personal touch to your gift by having the socks personalized with the recipient's name or initials.

A Set of Matching Socks: Give the gift of warmth and style with a set of matching socks in different colors or patterns.

A Pair of Luxury Socks: Treat your loved one to a pair of high-quality, luxurious winter socks made from premium materials.

A Pair of Funny or Novelty Socks: Bring a smile to their face with a pair of funny or novelty socks.

By following these tips, you can find the perfect pair of winter socks to keep your feet warm and cozy all season long. So go ahead, treat yourself or a loved one to the gift of warmth and comfort this winter!

[cuddlyspetsupply]

Fun Cat Apparel: Purr-fect Outfits for Cat Lovers Everywhere

Are you a cat lover who enjoys expressing your feline obsession in your fashion choices? If so, Fun Cat Apparel is here to help you make a stylish statement while celebrating your love for your furry friends. Whether you're dressing up for a casual day out, a fun gathering, or just relaxing at home, this unique trend in clothing and accessories is the perfect way to embrace your inner cat enthusiast.

Why Fun Cat Apparel?

Cats have been adored by humans for centuries, and it's no surprise that they’ve found their way into our wardrobes. Fun Cat Apparel isn't just a novelty; it's a way of life. From cute and quirky designs to sophisticated and elegant looks, there’s a style for every cat lover out there.

One of the reasons why Fun Cat Apparel is so popular is its versatility. Whether you want a bold and colorful look or a subtle nod to your feline friend, the wide range of designs allows you to express your personality in a way that feels true to you. Graphic tees with witty cat puns, cozy cat-themed hoodies, and even accessories like cat-ear headbands and paw-printed socks make up this delightful trend. Plus, you can find styles suitable for all ages and preferences, making it a fun and inclusive option for everyone.

Popular Styles and Trends

When it comes to Fun Cat Apparel, the options are truly endless. Let's explore some of the most popular styles that are trending right now:

Graphic Tees: These are a staple in any cat lover's wardrobe. Featuring playful images of cats, clever puns, or artistic renditions of your favorite feline breeds, graphic tees are easy to pair with jeans, shorts, or skirts. Whether you're lounging at home or heading to a casual outing, a fun cat-themed tee is always a good choice.

Sweaters and Hoodies: Cozy up with a warm cat-themed sweater or hoodie that not only keeps you comfortable but also gives off a relaxed, fun vibe. Hoodies featuring cute cat faces, paw prints, or embroidered ears on the hood are particularly popular, offering both style and a sense of playful coziness.

Accessories: From cat-shaped jewelry to adorable beanies with little cat ears, there’s no shortage of accessories to complement your outfit. Cat-ear headbands are a favorite for those looking to add a touch of feline flair without going all out. And don’t forget the socks! Cat-themed socks can be the subtle finishing touch for any outfit.

Cat Pajamas: For those who want to embrace their love for cats even in their sleep, there’s an array of cat-inspired pajamas and loungewear available. These pieces are often adorned with cute kittens, moonlit cats, or funny phrases, making them perfect for a cozy night in.

How to Style Your Cat Apparel

Styling Fun Cat Apparel is all about balance. If you’re going for a bold, graphic top, consider pairing it with neutral pants or a simple skirt. Alternatively, you can embrace the theme fully by mixing and matching cat-themed pieces, like wearing cat socks with a cat-print hoodie for a playful, head-to-toe look. Accessories, such as cat-ear headbands or a cat-shaped purse, can tie the whole outfit together without overwhelming the look.

If you're worried about going overboard, don’t be! Fun Cat Apparel is all about celebrating your love for cats in a playful and quirky way. The key is to have fun with it and not take it too seriously.

Final Thoughts

Fun Cat Apparel is more than just a fashion trend – it’s a way for cat lovers to show their passion for their favorite animals while looking stylish and feeling comfortable. Whether you’re a casual cat fan or a full-fledged "cat person," there’s a piece of Fun Cat Apparel that will make you smile and show off your purr-sonality.

[mandomaterial]

Hello, would you be able to write something that’s Miguel x autistic reader?

I’ve seen so much diversity when it comes to diversity when it comes to looks of readers but nothing regarding neurodiversity

I’m not the expert on this- i just wrote about a couple things I do myself and i hope you like it! :3

Miguel dating an autistic reader

You were always a little different from others, but that didn’t bother you, you rather thought it made you special. And your boyfriend thought so too, he found you adorable! You’d known since you were a teen that you were on the spectrum, but fortunately this didn’t affect your life too much. It just made you move a little more or it gave you a little trouble with communicating sometimes. But that was al okay, you found what helps you and everyone important to you understands and doesn’t have a care in the world about you being a little different. Right now, you were just at home with your lovely boyfriend Miguel, it was just a lazy Saturday and the two of you were lounging on the couch watching some dumb comedy show. You were snuggled up to his side, leaning your head on his shoulder and moulding your body to his. He had his arm wrapped around you and kissed the top of your head ever so often.

The show you were watching was about a bunch of people with funny laughs that were invited to the stage. The crowd was just going crazy and everyone was laughing, you pressed your lips shut trying not to explode in laughter as well but it was futile, your giggles came spilling out and you started laughing whole heartedly, your hands started shaking and waving a little, something you did when ever you were almost dying of laughter, wich happened quite often with Miguel, so he couldn’t help but let a large innocent smile wash over him. He loved seeing you giggle and laugh and he found it truly endearing when your little hands started shaking, he’s very glad that you didn’t even think about hiding the little things you do in front o f him any more. At the start of your relationship he noticed that you gripped and held onto your fingers whenever you were laughing and he wondered what that was about but he didn’t ask. Whenever you went out on dates he also noticed that you tended to walk on your toes a bit, at first he thought it was to make you look taller, to lessen the height difference or something but now that you’ve moved in with him he knows better, he knows that its just your way of walking. There was just a little problem. He researched toe walking and he found that it puts a strain on your lower back and knees, and he couldn’t bear the thought of your young body in pain and he had a talk with you.

Miguel mentioned it and convinced you to go see a doctor about it and you revealed that you didn’t like the feeling of your shoes touching your heels and that it was just weird walking differently. Of course Miguel accompanied you to the doctor and in the end, you got special insoles made for your shoes and they really helped. They were moulded to your feet and made your shoes comfortable. Another thing was that you almost religiously hated socks, you told him that it was fine during the day when you had your shoes on but as soon you stepped into the apartment you had the urge to just rip them off, so you did. Miguel didn’t mind one bit and it was quite amusing sometimes when he found your little colourful socks laying a round the entrance. He always picked them up and never reprimanded you about it. The only thing that posed a slight problem again was that in the winter moths the tiled floors of the kitchen and bathroom were very cold and he knew that if you stood on them for too long with your bare feet that you’d catch a cold. So he started placing a little basket filled with slippers near the kitchen and bathroom. Whenever he saw you n there or you wanted to help him cook he’d grab a pair and gently said “Feet please” and you almost automatically raised one foot at a time for him to flip them on. At some times, it really touched you, that he cared so much. He took time out of his day to do little things for you and it made your heart melt. You really really loved him and you hoped to stay with him forever.

Miguel researched a lot about autistic people and the most common traits, he learned that most of the people who were on the spectrum had a special interest and for the longest time he tried figuring yours out without asking you. It wasn’t very obvious but soon enough it revealed itself, you really liked making things! It didn’t even matter what, you tried almost everything from sewing to solving puzzles to crocheting and to pottery. Your things always turned out just the way you wanted and it fills you with glee. There were a couple dresses that you made in your side of the closet and little flowerpots on the windowsills. You had lots of keychains and bracelets but to his surprise you barely wore them and when he asked why, you just told him that you don’t like the feeling of anything on your wrists that moves, for example , you shouldn’t be able to take it off or else you’ll fiddle with it and loose or break it. If you wear any type of jewelry it has to be sung, you told him about your gold bracelet that you wore, it was a matching one with your favourite cousin and it fit tightly around your wrist. It wasn’t stretchy so you couldn’t force it over your palm without opening the clasp. You also told him that hair ties were also fine because they stuck in place when you moved your hands, perfectly melded around your slender wrist.

To say that Miguel was surprised was an understatement, he never thought about it like that, how did you notice all of that? He asked how you felt about rings and you almost gladly replied, talking him that you’ve never found a perfect ring before, they’re all either to tight or too loose, if they’re to tight you struggle with taking them off and it stresses you to no end, making your fingers red, well up a bit and making it even worse, your heart starts pounding and you’ll cry if you can’t get it off. The other scenario was that they just slid off your finger and you had to keep them clenched in order not to loose them in five seconds. It made your joints hurt and made you worried about loosing it, it was just as horrible as being too tight. Miguel agreed with you, all your points were valid after all. After that talk he made sure to only buy you jewelry that he was sure you’d love and that wouldn’t bother you.

One time the wo of you were cooking in the kitchen, with him at the store and you at the chopping board, he noticed out of the corner of his eye, that whenever he did bigger movements that you’d copy them. He turned around to grab something, you’d turn a round and grab something similar. He’d reach over his head to one of the cupboards you do the same. And this didn’t just happen in the kitchen. When the two of you talked for longer periods of time he noticed that you’d copy his hands as he told you a story or something. At first he was a little surprised but the more you did it, the more he got used to it and now? Now he finds it adorable, you’re almost like a cute, little puppy!

Sometimes the things you did changed or completely disappeared. He learned not to mention anything and just go with the flow. He loved you regardless of any antics you had our your little routines you followed. He loved you and nothing would change that. You were one lucky girl and you knew of everything he did for you and you were ever so grateful.

[holdinbacksecrets]

hiii!! i have a request and idk if you’d feel comfortable writing but i figured the worst you can do is say no. i just think you’re the only person that can write it the way you do💕

what would svt’s reaction be to you distancing yourself because you’re disassociating? like, you start texting them less etc

writing this was cathartic, so thank you so much for requesting. however, it's more of a general reaction to you dissociating. hopefully, you still enjoy it.

seungcheol: you ride the bus for hours. you don’t get off at any stops. you sit in the back row with your legs folded, arms around your calves, cheek against the glass. whatever temperature penetrates the window is the only thing that feels real until the vibration of your phone. it’s him, asking what stop you’re at because you sent bus that morning, and that’s all he needed to know. you see his figure standing beneath an umbrella. his face is covered by its blue, but you recognize his shoes, the distress in his jeans, and the way he shifts his weight between his feet. something must be wrong. he only does that when his pain has flared again, but he still came. you imagine he always will

jeonghan: all you can do is hold his hand and watch the way his veins roam beneath skin while his fingers flex. you used to smile through it. you used to turn the music louder. now, you stay in silence. you told him he doesn’t have to be with you when you’re like this. it’s ok if he leaves. it’s ok if he prefers your fun, your outgoing, your giggles through kisses. but he doesn’t think about you like that. he doesn’t have categories— there’s no division. he doesn’t love you more when it’s easy, when you call him silly nicknames and make breakfast. he told you one morning you’re like a garden, and he can tell what you need after a few moments in your company. sometimes the sun is already shinning after a dawn rainstorm. other days, you’re wilted, needing a little extra love and care, but it’s still you. it’s still the garden he plans to have around for the rest of his life

joshua: you’ve been in bed for hours. you’ve gotten up a few times to use the bathroom and refill your water glass, but that’s all you’ve done. your fingertip trails across the sheet your body rests upon. you focus on your senses and everything around you that can be felt, seen, smelt. you focus on the clock as the time ticks by, approaching the hour he’ll be out of rehearsals and on his way. you manage to get dinner started just before he arrives, but you settle onto the floor, resting against the dishwasher while he finishes the stew and steams rice. your eyes are closed. you relish the aroma, and his soft hums. you feel the floor beneath your palms, and let yourself be grounded

jun: you’ve escaped to the patio again. you’re craving the cool, morning air, and the sunrise that’s sure to come any moment now. he’s so used to you beside him that it doesn’t take long for him to be woken by your absence. he brews tea and grabs a pair of fuzzy socks. you hold his hand in between reaches for the white mug in front of you. you wiggle your toes and poke them through the railing. you discuss everything that crosses your mind. you share childhood stories that invite your smile and make you forget about the distance you’re feeling right now

soonyoung: you started crying at the dinner table because he spent hours doing research, and you had no idea. you haven’t even researched this yourself, nothing beyond discovering a name that aligned with your experience. he took the name and came back with five pages worth of information. “we don’t have to go over any of this right now, but i think some of what i found will be helpful, for you and for me” because he loves you, and he wants to love you better. “are you sure?” “what?” “i’m a lot, and this is so strange, and i never know when it’ll come. i don’t want… you don’t have to… are you sure?” “i’m not trying to be funny, but i figured out the internet for you, so yes, i’m absolutely sure.”

wonwoo: you feel guilty for the way your presence ebbs and flows. your smile lacks longevity, and sometimes you need someone to shake you back into reality, but it never works the way you want it to. you wish, more than anything, that his voice could be enough to pull you out of this, but at least you can tell him when it happens. you didn’t know how to describe it at first, but he was surprisingly quick to fill in the unknowns for you, painting a picture with his understanding

jihoon: it’s the nightmares that trigger your dissociation. trauma grows and tumbles from the dark images— melting pots of horror you want to escape. your mind has become quite excellent at giving you exactly what you want. sometimes you trace his face and admire softened features while he sleeps. other nights the bed feels like a grave— feels like the ground splitting in half to swallow you entirely, so you head to the bathroom. you shower until the hot water becomes freezing, and the cold is relieving. you’re so numb you can’t think straight, and that’s so much better than floating. it takes time before he admits to knowing about the showers. it takes time to explain their reason why

seokmin: he told you it’s ok to be scared. he carried you to the bathroom when you felt like you were choking, but you threw up instead. you feel so trapped. all your body can do is make you sick in an attempt to set yourself free

mingyu: you have subtle signs like all the lights being off, but your night light is plugged into the kitchen outlet. there’s a cup sitting upside-down on the floor outside your bedroom. your hair’s braided. you don’t want to hear your name. you wear the same button down and forgo pants. you want him close to you, as close as he can be, preferably shirtless with his heartbeat louder than the sound of your breathing, and its rhythm lulls you to sleep. his heartbeat sets you free

minghao: he asks you to talk to someone because he wants to know he’s assisting you positively, but you’re nervous; you’re terrified. you’re scared of a possible diagnosis, an orange bottle that comes with a prescription, and another reminder on your phone. so he goes to the first session with you, and it’s easier to talk than you expected. his hand in yours helps, along with the kindness radiating from the woman sitting in the armchair. it takes up the entire west corner, and it’s purple: your favorite color. her name is astrid. it reminds you of stars, and she wants to help you just like the man beside you. you believe them. it’s easier to believe them. doubt is so tiring

seungkwan: you’re sitting in the dark again, but the blinds are open, and you wait for rays of light to coat your wall in warmth, in color. it’s unfair how beautiful the sky is. it’s unfair that you can’t collect its picture perfect on a canvas for you wall. imagining your bedroom covered in your favorite skies settles your agitation, and you smile at the man beside you. you kiss his cheek, and ask him what is favorite sky is, if he has a picture. of course he does. he wouldn’t miss the chance to capture something so extraordinary 

hansol: he made you a playlist, and he wasn’t sure his selections would bring any comfort, but they did— they do, so you walk. you walk for hours. the playlist starts over. you end up in the park, craving the ground’s support. the ground’s foundation feels stronger than your body does. you used to feel so alone before you had him. you used to spend these days in bed. you’d take off work or miss class and forget what it means to exist in your version of normalcy until the clouds parted. now, it’s not that the feelings have changed, but you can move through them, instead of feeling arrested by them

chan: you wrote a list months ago that covers everything related to your dissociation spells. it lives in the first drawer to the left of your kitchen sink. a drawer filled with pens and sticky notes and thumb tacks and this list that no one else knows about besides the two of you. now, he doesn’t bother looking at it, but the words were lifesaving at the beginning. he had never heard of dissociation until you brought it up to him one evening, having been stuck in its clutches for the past few days. that night was emotional. you felt relieved after confiding in him, and there was something hopeful about knowing your honesty didn’t scare him. instead, he leaned in more. he came closer, with comfort accompanying his proximity

[sinfulsalutations]

This might be a little weird but i always am wearing mismatched socks(color and type not height) and imagine the bad batch all have a bunch of pairs of the same kind and color so how would the batch react to their consistent mismash of socks

𝕞𝕚𝕤𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙𝕖𝕕 𝕤𝕠𝕔𝕜 𝕤𝕙𝕒𝕣𝕚𝕟𝕘 ⋆*･ﾟ𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕓𝕒𝕕 𝕓𝕒𝕥𝕔𝕙

⋆ ★ ʜᴍᴍ, ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴀ ꜰᴜɴ ɪᴅᴇᴀ! ɪ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ɪᴍᴀɢᴇ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴀʟʟ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ꜱʜᴀʀᴇ ꜱᴏᴄᴋꜱ, ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴀᴛ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘᴏɪɴᴛ ɪᴛ ᴅᴏᴇꜱɴ’ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴍᴀᴛᴛᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇᴍ ᴡʜᴏ’ꜱ ᴡʜᴏꜱᴇ ʜᴀʜᴀ. ʏᴇᴀʜ ɪ ᴋɪɴᴅᴀ ᴡᴇɴᴛ ʀᴇᴀʟʟʏ ꜱɪʟʟʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ, ʜᴏᴘᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴍɪɴᴅ, ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜰᴜɴ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴛʜɪꜱ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛ ᴄᴜᴢ ɪ ʜᴏɴᴇꜱᴛʟʏ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴏꜰ ɪᴛ ᴏɴ ᴍʏ ᴏᴡɴ (ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟɪᴍᴇɴᴛ, ᴏꜰᴄ).

➼ ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ☆ ꜱʜᴀʀɪɴɢ ᴄʟᴏᴛʜᴇꜱ, ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀʟʏ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇꜱᴏᴍᴇ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ʜᴀʜ

⋆ ★ ʀᴇᴀᴅ ᴏɴ ᴀᴏ3 ⋆*･ﾟ ᴛᴀɢʟɪꜱᴛ ꜰᴏʀᴍ

Hunter

Okay, some of them think it's weird, but it makes sense in Hunter’s head logically; he matches his bandana with his socks.

Meaning he only wears red socks.

Doesn’t matter if they’re different shades; a crimson and vermillion red doesn’t make much of a difference.

He’s a bit of a color coordinator, let's be real.

It’s funny, cause Hunter’s really not that vain about his appearance. I think we all headcanon that he uses 13 in 1 shampoo and conditioner in the shower so like he really doesn’t care that much–

But something about having red socks… dunno, they just gotta be red, okay?

One time he couldn’t find another red pair, and he was scrambling around the Maurader for one.

“Has anyone seen another red sock??”

“No, Hunter. You’ve asked this 10 times, you’re not going to get a different answer.”

“Oh shut up Echo!”

Then Tech threw a pink one in his direction, and it landed directly in his face.

Hunter sputtered in shock and threw it back.

“This isn’t red!”

“Well technically, it is red, just a very tinted shade of it–”

“Nope, not gonna take your smartassery right now.”

Then he proceeded to dig up the laundry basket until he found another red one.

Tech

Hates it with a burning passion.

Always tries his best to make his socks coordinated while the others wear mismatched ones.

It’s incredibly difficult.

He always ends up getting the colors pretty close, but slightly off from each other.

Suddenly he whoops in triumph and pulls out two separate socks and its just two shades of black and he throws them across the room.

Do y’all see a pattern here with the throwing aijerlakjdf

Crosshair meanwhile is laughing in the corner because he has one of the matching socks on right now and he’ll never know muahahhaha!

Wrecker

Is probably the one that started it and caused the chain reaction.

It’s literally just socks and no one sees them it doesn’t kriffing matter if the colors match–(even if some of his brothers disagree)

He’s got like hella holes in his socks though, so he’s ended up kind of having his own.

If one of them is sorting laundry and sees a hole in one of the , welp its Wrecker’s now.

He’s like the only one that doesn’t care about holes in his socks. C’mon, he’s a simple man! He doesn’t need all these intricacies, thank you very much.

Same sentiment goes for the type of socks. He does prefer to have them go over his ankles but he doesn't care if the socks are fluffy or itchy and closely cropped to his skin, as long as it covers his feet he’s fine.

Crosshair

Doesn’t seek comfort, for some fucking reason.

Avoids fluffy or comfortable socks like the plague.

Might explain why he gets hella calluses on his feet.

But it helps him stay on his toes (don’t mind the pun), instead of in a comfort zone that’ll make him possibly mess up his performance when he shoots.

His socks end up being the most mismatched.

Nobody knows how but he always manages to have his socks with such ugly and contrasting colors it hurts Hunter’s poor little brain–

Like he’ll end up with some bright orange and then a soothing lavender and holy shit it’s so ugly dear lord.

Echo

Fluffy sock wearer all the way.

This man prioritizes comfort in lots of ways the rest of the batch doesn’t, mostly because of the chronic pain and daily discomfort he experiences since Skako Minor.

So yeah, the colors don’t matter to him; fluffiness does.

However, despite being a fluffy sock enthusiast, he doesn’t like them all the time.

There are situations where it's simply too hot or irritating for those kind socks.

But they still have to be some semblance of soft, or comfortable.

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An Afternoon Stroll - Ominis Gaunt

A/N: Idk what this is I just had an idea and went with it🫣 ominis is definitely a Dom after that kiss that’s all I’m gonna say 🤭🫣🫠

“I want to show you something.” The soft voice had pulled ominis out of his daydream as he sat on the marbled floor. He hadn’t even heard you approach, which was odd since he always knew when you were near by the clicking of the boots that you wore - everyday - since he’d met you. “Where are your shoes?” narrowing his eyes in confusion, the boy couldn’t stop the question rolling from his tongue as he moved his head in your direction as you knelt by him. You giggled then and ominis couldn’t stop the smile that graced his face feeling you lean closer to him. “You’ll see.” The words were a soft whisper against his ear, causing his face to heat and his smile to widen. “Well I won’t actually.” Ominis couldn’t help the sarcasm that seeped throughout the sentence as he laughed.

He knew you were rolling your eyes because he’d heard you click your tongue, something you did often when he spoke with such mordacity; You huff at him before gripping his hands pulling him to a stand. “You think you’re so funny don’t you?” You chortle at him guiding him through the castle. “I know I am darling.” The name had shut you up as he knew it would, and you gripped his hand tighter, walking at a slightly quicker pace. “Don’t tease me ominis.” You picked up your pace again, continuing your journey still with him by your side. “There’s some stairs here ominis. We’re going down.” Even when he had tickled a nerve in you, you couldn’t change your ways when it came to looking out for him; after all you did love the boy, even if you wouldn’t admit it yet.

You had walked for a good fifteen minutes and now had ended up outside the clock tower courtyard making your way to the lake when ominis stops. “Why are we outside?” He pauses sucking a breathe. “Better yet why are you outside, without your shoes?” You huff and pull on his arm again, a soft push for him to keep walking. “Well you’ll find out soon if you keep moving- we’re losing daylight.” As you spoke the spring breeze blew softly past the both of you. Ominis thought he could just stay in this moment forever- your sweet floral scent encasing him embracing his senses through the air. He sighed and all of a sudden you pulled him to an abrupt stop.

“We’re here!” The sound of your excitement made ominis grin the feeling rubbing off on him too. “Now take off your shoes!”

“What? You have to be joking.”

“Ominis, I have never been more serious in my entire life.” At that he finally gave in removing his shoes and placing them nearly by his feet. “Now your socks.” You giggle at his puzzled face yet he doesn’t falter and continues with your demand.

“One of my favourite things back home was walking through the fields barefoot, and walking along the shoreline.” You walked backwards into the lake your ankles now enveloped in its depths - as you walked further the water seeped into the fabric of your skirt weighing it into the water where it met at the hem. “One day I’ll take you to the beach, but for now, the black lake will have to do.” Ominis now stepped forward with you; his hands still intwined with your own, the cool water tickled his toes and he let out a breathe in shock, the action causing you to laugh softly. “I always feel so free doing this, and I want to share that feeling with you. A time away from everything where we can let go. Where you can relax, ominis.” The blonde boy stepped closer - releasing your hands and guiding them around his neck while brought his own to you waist. “Thank you.” He pulled you in tighter, his arms crossing behind your back as he leaned his face into your neck; hot breath caressed your skin setting it alight, your own breathing hitched and heat rose to your cheeks.

“Ominis, i-.” You pause as he pulled away, brows creased together in concern.

You pull your hands from around his neck and let them rest lazily on his chest. He places a cool ivory palm against your increasingly heated cheek as he speaks. “What’s wrong?” The worry in his voice made you melt instantly; leaning into his palm you admire him: his cloudy iris’ and those perfect little dots that decorated his alabaster skin, his face was like it had been crafted by an artist who was searching for the exact rendition of true beauty. In this moment as you stared up into at his face, you knew, that this was the moment you were waiting for; with no hesitation you lean forward burying your toes into floor of the lake and press your lips chastely against his. He stood frozen for a moment and you almost pulled away in rejection.

A sudden fire had ignited within ominis, his hand moved to grip your hip while the over travelled from your cheek to the back of your neck, tilting it back as he kissed you with a force that made your knees buckle. His tongue grazed along your bottom lip and you allowed him the access you both desired; the angle he held your head at let him explore your lips freely as he groans into your mouth in satisfaction. When he finally pulled his lips from yours you were left putty in his arms, ominis pressed his head against your own. “I’d love for you to take me for a stroll on the beach if I could kiss you like that again, darling.”