#not gonna do it but wow wouldn’t that be neat

[aroace-polyshow]

oh yeah theropy day

[xxsinisterbunniexx]

Hiiii! I just stumbled across your writing and I think it’s super good!

Would you be willing to do headcanons of some of the creep boys (I’d personally like at least Tim and Brian but then do whoever you want) with a partner that has sharp canines? Or just sharp teeth in general (and maybe possibly likes to bite too)?

Just a random brain worm I had but don’t feel like writing myself lol. Either way have a nice day!!!

As someone who also has somewhat sharp canines I love this ask :3

*:･.ೃ࿔.⋆❀°Creepypasta boys x reader with sharp canines °❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Characters: Jeff the Killer, Ticci Toby, Eyeless Jack, BEN drowned, X Virus, Tim/Masky, Brian/Hoodie

Jeff

☠︎︎ he’d definitely find them sexy

☠︎︎ like would stick his fingers in your mouth just to make you open it so he can see them

☠︎︎ loves to see you smiling

☠︎︎ but don’t you dare bite him

☠︎︎ you bite him you better run

Toby

✘ absolutely loves them

✘ bite him! Bite him!

✘ he can’t feel the pain but he still likes the closeness of it

✘ will bite back

✘ would also love to poke at them absentmindedly

✘ ends up making himself bleed from doing so because he can’t feel the pain of him literally impaling his own fingers on them

Eyeless Jack

𖤐 you make him feel more normal

𖤐so they honestly make him feel more drawn to you

𖤐like how can something he hates on himself that makes him feel like a monster be so cute on you?

𖤐 don’t bite unless you want the smoke because he will bite back and it will hurt you so much more when he does it to you than when you do it to him

BEN drowned

⚠︎ obsessed with them in like a sick way

⚠︎would rile you up just so he can see them bared

⚠︎wants to be bitten

⚠︎but also can’t wait to punish you for doing so

X Virus

☣︎ very intrigued by your teeth

☣︎ wants to study you

☣︎ why are they so sharp? How did they get like that?

☣︎ you wanna bite him

☣︎ now he needs to research why he liked that so much

Tim/Masky

꩜Tim thinks they are neat

꩜ like he likes them in a very normal manner

꩜ wouldn’t mind a bite or two but I don’t think he’d be begging for it

꩜ considers it to be part of your shenanigans

☆ Masky borderline makes fun of you for it

☆“I hope you don’t think those make you scary”

☆ do NOT try to bite him

Brian/Hoodie

𖣐 Brian finds them to be adorable

𖣐 calls you his little vampire <3

𖣐 would mostly just find it cute and harmless if you bit him

𖣐like wow look at you, using them things :)

☹ Hoodie likes em

☹ But don’t bite

☹ You know who’s in charge here

I hope you enjoyed :3 pretty soon I’m gonna have to make a master list to start organizing my stuff

[bratbarzal]

you said i could send multiple requests and you wouldn’t block me

could you do roommate (or neighbour) nico with ³⁾ “i’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything i need to know about how your date went.”

✩‧₊˚ bratbarzal's valentines event!˚₊‧✩

“i’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything i need to know about how your date went.” with neighbour!nico!!!!! bc of course neighbour nico joins your boozy galentines, wears pink fluffy cowboy hats and sings horrific karaoke duets with you. why wouldn't he? not to toot my own horn (again) but beep beep this is a dream that I have had since lunch and I am not giving up on it now.

“I’m guessing that the fact you’re already home will tell me everything I need to know about how your date went.”

You're locking up your apartment when Nico emerges from the elevator down the hall, shoulders slumped and face downcast as he trudges over to his door.

You'd seen him when you got home from work, earlier - dressed in a dinner jacket, hair all styled, shirt tucked neat - and he had told you he had a date. On Valentines Day.

And yeah, your heart had pretty much plummeted to the very core of the earth, but at the very least, you got to see him looking so good - a vision to store in your memory bank for a rainy day, when you're thinking too hard about how close he is, just across the hall, but so far away, only being your neighbour, and all.

And that was only an hour ago. Just enough time to get ready, yourself. Hair curled all nice, makeup done - the sexiest outfit you could possibly throw together, because it's girls night, and you deserve to feel your best.

A good date doesn't last an hour. Doesn't end up with a guy slumping home, hair all mussed from running his hands through it, jacket slung over his arm and his heart crushed into pieces.

"Got stood up," he huffs, reaching into his pocket for his keys, "Said she didn't realise I was a hockey player, and didn't think I had the brain cells to hold a serious, thoughtful conversation for a few hours."

"Ouch," you frown, feeling anger more than pity - because, wow, what a bitch!

"You look nice, though," he throws out the compliment almost as an aside, but you can tell by the way his eyes linger that he means it - fixated on the spot where your skirt ends and meets bare thigh. You're probably gonna freeze, but you're going to get some great pictures for your Hinge profile, so does it really matter? "Didn't realise you had plans."

"Going out with the girls," you tell him, "Galentines, 'cause we're all single this year."

He nods, his gaze trailing back up your body until your eyes meet, torturously slow, only enhanced by the darkened colour of his irises. "Have a good night."

"You should come," you tell him without thinking better of it - hypnotised by the low, sexy tone of his voice. It goes straight through you - almost takes control of you like a puppet on a string.

"I'm not a gal," he frowns, although he makes no move to go into his apartment.

"You're single, though," you shrug, "I don't think they'll be too fussy on the criteria once we get a few drinks in."

"Are you sure your friends won't mind?" he asks, eyebrow wiggling and head tilting in the adorable way it so often does.

You press your lips together as if you're rethinking it, casting your eyes slowly down his figure - broad shoulders, big arms practically bulging through his shirt, slacks clinging to his thick thighs for dear life. Your friends will have the time of their lives with this.

"Considering a night out only won the vote for what to do by fine margins, I think they'll be okay with it." You smile, knowingly, nodding toward the elevator, "C'mon, we don't want to be late."

"I don't get what that means, what came second?"

"Magic Mike." You smirk as you walk backwards, reaching to press the button and laughing when his jaw drops. "You take your shirt off later and we'll be golden."

The poor guy has no idea what he's in for.

--

Your girlfriends don't mind when you and Nico meet them at the bar, not once you've introduced him - his name not ringing a bell until you mention he's from the apartment next door, and you see the flash of recognition wash through them almost like cascading dominoes, knocking each other over one by one.

They don't know him as Nico, he's much more fondly referred to in your group chat as sexy neighbour, after all.

You've only been telling them about him for the past 18 months you've lived across the hall - regaling them with stories of bulging muscles carrying grocery bags for you, compression shirts sticking to him when he comes back from the gym, and the one time the fire alarm went off in summer, and he hadn't thought to put a shirt on when you met out the back of the building.

Yeah, sexy neighbour is pretty much a celebrity in your friend group.

They welcome him with open arms, and the night evolves, as they so often do in your friend group, in highly chaotic fashion.

It starts with a round of shots, because of course it does. The bar is rowdy, the music loud, and those tiny little glasses of you-don't-even-want-to-know-what loosen lips all around. Nico picks up on the dynamic of your group pretty quickly, shifting the shyness he had walked into the establishment with and charming them all with that same dimpled smile he got you hooked on the day you met.

Shots turn into drinking games - chugging cocktails, taking on dares, spilling secrets, and you learn so much about Nico that you would never have known otherwise, so much that you would never have had the guts to ask.

Drinking turns to dancing, which starts in a crowd on the floor, bodies all smushed together, and ends up on tables, Nico by your side the whole time, hooking an arm around your waist so that you don't fall.

You end up bar-hopping to an extent, the second place you go being a little quieter, and you're all way too drunk to stay, so you end up at the karaoke joint further down the street.

Your friends all pick the girls night classics, Man I Feel Like A Woman, Girls Just Wanna Have Fun and there's even a full dance intermission for three of your friends to perform Single Ladies.

You all end up adorning fluffy pink cowgirl hats from god knows where, fluffy feather boas slung from your shoulders, and Nico is suddenly grabbing your hand, dragging you on stage, and handing you a mic before you're fully aware what's going on.

But by then you're too drunk to care, belting What Makes You Beautiful at the top of your lungs with him, still conscious enough to blush when he directs the lyrics towards you - as out of key and awful as they may sound.

And you don't know what happens between that and ending up at the club, bass thumping in your ears, blood pumping, skin sweating, and your back is pressed against his chest. You can still see flashes of feathers in your peripheral, your friends close by, but you can't really focus on anything else.

Anything other than the heat of Mr Sexy Neighbour, himself, flush against you, one of his hands holding yours to keep you steady, the other in the dip of your waist, and his breath warm on your bare neck. You lean into him more than you probably should - more than the sober you of tomorrow will be comfortable with, when you're bumping into him again and unable to look into those pretty eyes - and he leans in right back, nose at the junction where your jaw and ear meets, lips flush against your skin, where you hear him mutter, "I should get you home."

You nod, because what are you supposed to do, speak? With him looking at you like that?

Fat chance of that happening.

And he takes your hand in a firm, clammy grip, doing the rounds between those friends that still remain - the ones he hasn't had a chance to personally see off into a cab - telling them to text him if they need help getting home, and to text you when they eventually make it there.

He guides you practically the whole way home - helps bundle you into the back of a cab, buckling you in for safety and sitting in the middle, where you can lean on him with a heavy head, and your hand in his the whole way.

He throws an arm around you to help you stumble your way through the lobby of your apartment building, holding you up in the elevator and pressing the button for your shared floor. And then he props you up beside your front door, taking your keys from your purse and unlocking the door for you as you watch him with a tired but focused gaze.

God, you want him.

Is the world really so cruel that he would never want you back?

When he finally tries the right key and pushes the door open, he looks over at you, a heated gaze assessing if you're fit enough to send in on your own, and you imagine it's the way you blink slowly at him that tells him you're not.

You were just admiring him, really - your buzz wearing off, and the stumbles added for dramatic effect so that he wouldn't stop touching you - but he doesn't need to know that.

He makes a come here motion with grabby hands, and you practically launch yourself back into his arms, him accepting you with an amused smile as he walks you into your apartment, throwing your purse onto your counter and leaving your keys on the side.

You tug a little to steer him down the hall - in the direction of your bedroom, because if he's gonna play white knight, he may as well go the whole way.

"I had fun tonight," you tell him once he's dropped you off onto the safety of your bed, the bouncing motion only making you slightly dizzy again as you watch him stand before you, hands on his hips. "I don't want to say I'm glad you got stood up, but-,"

"I had fun, too." He tells you, dark eyes landing straight on yours as he slowly lowers, dropping to his knees in front of you and reaching for your leg. He starts unzipping your boots for you, and you watch him with what you can only assume are hearts in your eyes, a slow, dreamy sigh wracking through you.

"Wish I got to see you with your shirt off."

He laughs, in a way that makes his eyes crinkle in the corners and his shoulders shake - genuine amusement flooding through him as he looks back up at you, the angle straight up sinful and sobering.

He holds your other leg behind the knee, large hand warm against your bare skin, and slides your other boot teasingly slow - your gazes locked for the whole manoeuvre - his hand following down your leg until he discards both boots to the side.

He stays down there, kneeling in front of you, staring up at you with the prettiest eyes you've ever seen - a flush to his cheeks and a million thoughts racing through his brain.

You lean forward before you can think, and he meets you half-way in a kiss that's slow - sensual and pressured, firm and assuring - the taste of tequila on his tongue as it swipes against yours, which no doubt tastes the same.

He's the first to pull back, but it isn't all the way - just until your lips smack apart, his nose still pressed to yours as he avoids your chasing with a big grin.

"You're drunk."

"Don't care, wanna kiss you." You just about manage to catch him before he pulls back again.

"Not like this."

And then the touch of him is gone, the bump of his nose and the press of his forehead to yours disappearing in a way that makes you pout.

The way he kisses you again is quick - too quick to react, really - before he retreats again.

"You know where to knock when you're sober."

You let out a groan as you watch him leave, unashamedly watching his ass as he goes, eyes still lingering when he stops at your door and catches you with a knowing smirk.

"Happy Valentines Day, sexy neighbour."

[franike]

COLD LOVE

Thanos x reader

Authors note: I love him sm there is not enough fics about him, also sorry about my english •+• ALSO i added a character I hope yall don’t mind🙏 THIS FIC WILL HAVE MORE PARTS

It was just a normal day. You were taking the subway home after finishing your day at college. It was hard to pay for all college expenses and you already worked two jobs. As thoughts ran through your head someone approached you.

“Wanna play a game?” It was a strange man - he was tall, had short black hair and also wore a neat suit.

“Uh sure why not”

The game was called ddakaji. You get a piece of folded paper and another one is placed on the floor. The goal is to throw your piece of paper and flip the one on the floor to the other side. You played a few rounds and won every single one.

“Congratulations” The strange man told you as he handed you a card. Before you could say anything else he left leaving you confused. You took a good look at the card. The front of the card had a circle, a triangle and a square drawn on it and the back of it had a number. You looked at your phone for a second before calling the number from the back of the card.

“To play the game state your name and date of birth”

…

You were sitting in your apartment and thinking. What did I just sign up myself for….but i need the money. The pickup date is five days from now on. You looked at the picture on your table. It was a picture of you and your ex that disappeared one day, well not really but he disappeared for you. You still saw him on social media but that’s about it because one day he just said he can’t be with you anymore and left. What an asshole…but you still cared about him just a tiny bit. Perhaps if he died you would be a bit sad.

…First day at squid game…

You woke up at a bed in a big room. There were about 400 other beds and about 400 other people. What is this… You thought as you looked around when all of a sudden someone called out your name. You looked back and saw your friend, Claire.

“CLAIRE what are you doing here?”

“Ah i got myself into a debt..” Claire explained while uncomfortably touching the back of her neck. You didn’t mind however, you were also in a debt just for school, not for…. Anyways soon some guards came to the front and started explaining how this works. All of a sudden some people started complaining about literally everything.

“What about my shoes huh? They’re limited edition!”

Oh no…Its him. Its Thanos. Your ex. What the hell was he doing in here? Did he not see you? What a pain…Soon the first game started, it was green light red light. Pretty easy. That was until someone got shot in front of you because they moved at red light. You started to panic. It soon turned into green light but you were frozen. You felt like you were gonna faint and as soon as it was red light your knees gave out. However someone stood in front of you so you wouldn’t get seen. It was green light again and the person who previously stood in front of you took you by the forearm and forced you to run with them. You turned to look at the person and it was him. Thanos. Again.

“You really need to be more careful”

“Shut up freak”

He just smirked at you and continued the game. How unfortunate that you ended up in the same situation as him. Soon the game was over. Thanos approached you and started to talk to you.

“So why are you here?”

“I’m not gonna tell you”

“Wow calm down ice queen, it was just a question.”

How annoying can a person be. Even after you gave him the coldest glare you could he just simply smiled at you.

“So you’re just going to pretend that you didn’t leave me like some trash huh?”

To your surprise he stopped smiling, but only for a second before he was back to his usual self. He tried to wrap his arm around your shoulders but you pushed him away. The audacity of this man. You started walking away and he started to yell something at you.

“This isn’t over Y/N! You can’t run away from me so easily!” He started to laugh and went back to some guy. This is going to be long six days….

TO BE CONTINUED….

[sturniololuvz]

Madi teaching one of them to braid hair, so they can braid their sisters like she always wants.

yesss! this is such a cute request🤭i hope yall like it

“Learning for Y/N”

Sturniolos +madi x sturniolo sister

Warnings: none ☺️

Y/N had always loved when people played with her hair, and for weeks now, she had been asking her big brothers—the Sturniolo Triplets—to braid it. The only problem? None of them had the slightest clue how to.

“Chris, braid my hair!” Y/N said excitedly, climbing onto the couch next to him, her tiny hands holding out a hairbrush.

Chris looked at her, then at the brush, then back at her hair. “Uh… yeah, I don’t know how to do that, peanut.”

Y/N huffed. “Pleaaaase?”

Nick, who was sitting across from them, shook his head. “If we try, it’s just gonna turn into a knot. You’re gonna look like a bird built a nest on your head.”

Y/N pouted, turning to Matt. “Matt? You do it!”

Matt sighed dramatically, rubbing his forehead. “Kid, I wouldn’t even know where to start.”

Y/N groaned, flopping down onto Chris’s lap. “You guys are the worst.”

Chris laughed, patting her back. “We love you, though.”

Just then, the door opened, and their best friend, Madi, walked in. “Hey yall!” she greeted before noticing Y/N sprawled out dramatically. “Uh… what’s going on here?”

Y/N immediately sat up, her eyes lighting up. “Madi! Can you braid my hair?”

Madi grinned, taking off her jacket. “Of course I can!”

Y/N gasped in excitement, quickly sitting up straight. “YAY!”

The triplets all exchanged glances. “Wow. So she just ditches us the second Madi walks in?” Nick teased.

“You guys can’t braid,” Y/N reminded him with a sassy shrug.

Madi laughed as she sat behind Y/N and gently started brushing through her hair. “You guys really don’t know how to braid?”

Chris scoffed. “It’s not exactly a skill we ever thought we’d need.”

“Well, clearly you do,” Madi teased as she began sectioning Y/N’s hair.

Within minutes, Y/N had two neat little braids, and when Madi handed her a mirror, her face lit up with pure joy.

“I LOVE IT!” Y/N squealed, running to hug Madi. “You’re the best!”

Madi hugged her back. “Anytime, little one.”

That night, after Y/N had fallen asleep, curled up under her blanket with her new braids still in, the triplets sat around with Madi.

Matt cleared his throat, looking a little awkward. “So, uh… Madi?”

Madi raised an eyebrow. “Yeah?”

Matt sighed. “Can you teach us how to braid?”

Madi blinked, then grinned. “Wait, seriously?”

Chris nodded. “Yeah, peanut asks us all the time, and we kinda suck at it.”

Nick crossed his arms. “We don’t kinda suck, we fully suck.”

Madi laughed. “Alright, boys. Pay attention.”

She grabbed a few pieces of yarn from her bag and began demonstrating the steps. One by one, she showed them how to section the hair, cross the strands, and keep the braid tight.

Matt tried first and got tangled almost immediately. “What the—how do you even—”

Nick was next, and his was loose and lopsided. “It looks like a sad rope.”

Chris, surprisingly, did the best. “Hey! Mine actually looks like a braid!”

Madi smirked. “Not bad, Chris. You might be the official hair braider of the family.”

Chris grinned proudly. “I accept this title.”

The next morning, when Y/N woke up, she ran straight to Chris. “Can you braid my hair today?” she asked, her big eyes hopeful.

Chris exchanged a glance with his brothers before smirking. “Actually, we all can now.”

Y/N gasped. “NO WAY!”

Nick ruffled her hair. “Sit down, kid. Let us show you.”

As Y/N sat patiently, all three brothers took turns braiding small sections of her hair, their faces concentrated as they carefully did their best. When they were done, Y/N ran to the mirror, and when she saw her reflection, she spun around with the biggest smile.

“You guys DID IT!” she cheered, launching herself at them for a big hug.

Matt grinned. “Told ya we’d learn.”

Chris kissed the top of her head. “Anything for you, peanut.”

Madi, watching from the side, smirked proudly. “Looks like my work here is done.”

[scoonsalicious]

5.2 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntyre, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, toxic plants, mentions of sex.

Word Count: 1.4k

Previously On...: Car sexxxxxxxxxxx!

A/N: Killer headache, not much to say tonight, sorry!

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He wasn’t sure how long the two of them sat there, Major’s head resting peacefully on his chest as they both strove to catch their breath. He’d worried that any additional sex he had with her wouldn’t have lived up to the previous night, and he was amazed that tonight had been even better. The things she’d said to him while she held his dick in her hands. He had no idea he’d be into talk like that, but he’d loved it, loved hearing the filthy words come out of her mouth as she talked about being ruined by the size of his cock. 

He opened his eyes when he felt her head move from his chest, and he moved to help lift her off his now flaccid cock. He watched as she reached her small hands down, pulling the used condom off of him and tying it closed, before gently tucking him back into his pants and zipping up his fly and re-doing his belt. 

“A little help?” she asked as she readjusted her dress, pulling the front of it back up over her breasts. Bucky carefully reached around to the back of her neck, finding the ties that kept her dress in place, and fastening them securely into a neat bow.

“Damn shame,” Bucky said as Major fixed the front of her dress to make sure she was fully covered once more, “to keep such beautiful tits hidden from the world.”

She snickered and playfully swatted at his chest. “I’m gonna need a little help getting up,” she told him. 

Bucky frowned. The last thing he wanted was for her to get up. “You sure you have to, doll?” he asked, running his hands up and down the sides of her waist. “I’m very comfortable right here, so long as you are, and I’m in no hurry to go anywhere.”

“No,” Major said, leaning into his chest again, “I’m quite content where I’m at.”

“Good,” he said, wrapping his arms around her. “So, what kind of toppings do you like on your pizza?”

Major looked up at him, laughing at his question. “Pizza? Seriously?”

Bucky nudged her cheek with his nose. “I wanna know everything about you,” he told her. “And if I’m gonna keep seeing you, I need to know the important things, like pineapple on pizza: yes, or no?”

“Wow,” she said, “starting out with the heavy questions, huh?”

“This is critical compatibility stuff, sugar,” he laughed. “I gotta know.”

“No pressure, huh?” she asked him playfully. “Okay, fine– yes, pineapple on pizza.”

“Oh thank god,” said Bucky with a dramatic sigh. “We have a chance.”

They delved into asking each other the most ridiculous ‘getting to know you’ questions they could think of, and Bucky was amazed at just how easy Major was to talk to, how effortlessly the conversation with her flowed. It was growing late, but neither one seemed eager to move, Major still straddling Bucky’s lap in the front seat of Tony’s sports car, arms draped over his shoulders as they sat face-to-face. 

“What’s your favorite sub?” he asked with a grin.

“Okay, don’t make fun of me,” she said, smiling up at him, “but I love sweet onion teriyaki chicken, but with lettuce, cucumber, and just, like, a shitload of extra dill pickles, and then smothered in red wine vinegar.”

Bucky made a face. “That sounds disgusting,” he said with a laugh.

Major playfully pushed at his chest. “It’s delicious,” she countered. The tang of the pickles and vinegar mixed with the sweet teriyaki sauce?” She moaned decadently.  “So fucking good.”

“I’ll have to take your word for it, doll,” he said.

He felt like he was talking to someone he’d known his entire life, not a woman he’d just met for the first time the night before, and he knew it was too soon, he was getting ahead of himself, but he could picture spending the rest of his life with a girl like her, and being happy doing it. 

Back in the ‘40s, the white picket fence and wife with two kids had always been Steve’s dream, not Bucky’s. Bucky had been happy to go out, meet a new girl every night, and say goodbye to them before sunrise the next morning. It wasn’t that he never wanted something more than that, it was just that, with the constant threat of America getting pulled into the war in Europe, knowing that any day could see him drafted and sent overseas, he’d never allowed himself to think of it as a possibility.

But Major? With her, he saw all of that potential future stretched before him. 

Bucky’s phone buzzed in his pocket, but he ignored it, preferring instead to ask Major if she was a dog person or a cat person.

“Either, really,” she told him after a moment’s thought. “But if I could only have one? Definitely a cat. They’re so small and snuggly, but also evil little murder babies.”

Bucky’s phone buzzed again.

“Do you need to get that?” Major asked. “Is it, like, Captain America calling to ask for your help in saving the world?”

Bucky snorted. “Hardly,” he said. “We’ve got official coms if he needed to reach me for something like that.”

“Well, okay, then,” Major said, leaning in to kiss along the plane of Bucky’s jaw and along his throat. Bucky groaned.

“You’re gonna get me going again, sugar,” he said as she sucked at the skin on his neck.

“Is that a bad thing?” Major murmured, and Bucky could feel the smile on her lips against his skin.

“Not at all,” he replied. “I’m just warnin’ ya, is all.” His phone buzzed yet again.

“You should check that,” she told him, taking his earlobe into her mouth and gently sucking on it.

“But I’m enjoying myself,” he said with a gasp as she nipped at his jaw. “I’d hate to interrupt you.”

“Who says I have to stop?” Major reached up and undid the top two buttons of his shirt. “Take the call.” She brought her mouth down and began sucking kisses into his collarbone. 

“Fuck,” Bucky groaned. “How are you so hot?” He reached down into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone while Major kept up her affectionate administrations to his body. Checking the caller ID, he rolled his eyes when he saw Lily’s contact information on the screen.

“Answer it,” Major offered. “I really don’t mind.” She reached her hand down and began palming him through his pants, all the while continuing to kiss and suck on his neck. 

Bucky swallowed. The last thing he wanted on his mind right now was Lily, but given that she’d already called four times in the last five minutes, he figured it might be important. So, he pressed the accept button.

“Hey, Lil, what’s up?” he greeted, trying to keep his tone casual as Major squeezed him through the fabric of his pants.

“Jamie, where are you?” she asked, foregoing any sort of greeting. 

“Uh, I told you,” he said, sucking in a breath as Major licked a long stripe up the side of his neck. “I’m out in the–” he had to suck in a breath when Major took his earlobe into her mouth and sucked on it “--the city,” he gasped.

“Well, what are you doing?” Lily asked. Was Bucky imagining things, or was there a trace of suspicion in her voice? But he honestly didn’t care. He just wanted to be off this phone call and focus all of his attention back on Major.

“I already told you what I was doing, Lily,” he told her, shrugging at Major, who gave him a playful, exaggerated pout.

“What time do you think you’ll be home?” she asked him. Bucky sighed, annoyed. Why should he have to report his comings and goings to her constantly?

“I don’t know what time I’ll be home, Lil,” he said, trying to keep the frustration out of his voice. “You don’t have to keep checking up on me.”

“Tomorrow morning,” Major whispered in Bucky’s ear as she tugged on his earlobe with her teeth. “Very late tomorrow morning.” Bucky had to stifle a groan as she rubbed her chest against him. 

“What was that?” Lily asked.

“I said ‘why?’ We don’t have set plans.” Bucky wanted off this call so badly.

“I was just wondering,” she said, and Bucky could detect a trace of hurt in her voice.

“Listen, Lil,” he began, “I gotta go, but I’ll call you tomorrow, okay?”

“Yeah, sure, Jamie.” He didn’t even wait for her to finish speaking before he hung up. 

“Sorry about that,” he said, now able to finally give Major his undivided attention. “Now, where were we?”

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HUNT THE FREAK

Eddie Munson x Teacher!Reader

(You are the new English teacher and arrived in Hawkins not long ago. You have no friends in town and people do not trust you. In order to escape the stares and the noise—you decided to eat at a bench outside the school. Little did you know that you would make an interesting encounter.)

“Sooo…is this the cool kids’ table ? Nice. I feel SO VIP right now.”

You looked up at the man with dark curly hair who had just sat down in front of you. You then took a circular glance around—wondering if this was a prank. You had your delicious sandwich in hand and were eating it quite ravenously when Eddie Munson had decided to unexpectedly keep you company. He was notorious amongst the colleagues and you had caught a glimpse here and there of the young man at the beginning of the year—the same young man who had yet to make an appearance in your classroom so far. You gulped down a mouthful before attempting a smile.

“Yeah. Totally. Coooool. I am cool. So cool.” You laughed awkwardly before taking a sip of your strawed juice box—choking as you took a sip. You started coughing rather violently and Eddie seemed concerned for a second. He was about to ask if you wanted some help before you raised a thumb up—your eyes reddened and stinging. “See ? So cool.”

He blinked twice in astonishment before chuckling.

“Right. You were totally not dying. The juice was just too strong.” He took the juice box from your hand and looked behind it—pretending to read the content list. “Wow. Respect. It’s like 100% apple cider in there. Strong stuff. People died from that. Better be careful.”

You couldn’t help but laugh and Eddie smiled.

“Aaand you’re laughing. Wow. Way to lighten up the atmosphere, Eddie. Guess I chose the wrong career path. Should have told my teachers I wanted to do comedy. Maybe they would have taken me more seriously.”

You smiled and Eddie tilted his head curiously at you. He had never seen you around before. It was rare to find a new face in the sea of Hawkins’ residents. With a little luck, you weren’t gonna run away the moment he told you his name—if you had already heard the rumors that is. He gave you a careful once over and smiled at the dark brown suit. You were dressed all in brown. It matched his eyes.

“I like your vest by the way. Very professional.” He complimented you and you smiled back. It was nice to have a conversation. You would usually get a lot of hate stares or rude comments from the average student so…This was a nice change of pace for you.

Your eyes caught sight of his rings and you smiled before nodding in their direction.

“Nice rings.”

He grinned before extending his hand forward to look at them.

“These old things ? Yeah. They’re pretty neat. I got them from my uncle. He has like…a whole treasure trove of stuff stashed away in our trailer. We call it the Munson Chest. You wouldn’t believe the things I found. I know you don’t know me or my super cool uncle, but if you’re interested, all you gotta know is that we’re both really REALLY cool. Me a little more than him but, yeah. Definitely cooler.”

You laughed again and Eddie smiled. Yeah. Definitely a fan of that sound. He laid his chin in the palm of his hand.

“…So, may I know your name, or should I just stick to ‘new kid’ or ‘cool kid on the block’ ? I am totally fine with that by the way. No pressure.”

Your eyes widened slightly. Oh…He thought you were a student. That explained the sudden familiarity and the bright-eyed curiosity. You were about to tell him when you heard the bell ring. You sighed. You needed to get back. Eddie seemed to understand and smiled.

“Well…That sounds like the end of our little chat.”

You stood up and frowned as he didn’t seem to do the same.

“Hum…aren’t you going to class ?”

Eddie was surprised at the question before he chuckled and shook his head.

“Me ? Nah. Gave up on that. Besides, I do not think Mr. Niels—my math teacher—would like to see my face again when last time, I kinda drew his face on the blackboard. It was very cute and artsy, but I guess he didn’t appreciate my creative style since I was sent to the principal’s office and got excluded for a whole week.”

You winced. Mr. Niels was not exactly a funny guy. You knew firsthand since a lot of students had complained about him already. But since math teachers were rare, the headmaster usually pretended to be deaf. You hesitated. You weren’t happy leaving the young man alone, but he then smiled and winked at you.

“Better go. You wouldn’t wanna disappoint the teacher now, would you ?”

You hesitated for a moment longer before finally leaving. Eddie watched you leave and smiled before looking down and his eyes widened slightly as he saw that you had left half of your sandwich on the table. He looked around—making sure nobody was watching—before smiling and grabbing the sandwich to take a big bite out of it.

A free meal and he got to talk to a girl.

Must have been his lucky day !

The next day:

He was back at the spot. He wondered if you would come back ? He played with his rings for a moment and smiled as he recalled your compliments on them. People usually didn’t like his style. He hadn’t been aware that any new student had joined Hawkins High, but at the same time he was barely attending so, he could have missed it.

Suddenly, there was a noise and he looked up. He saw you walking towards the bench and absentmindedly ran a hand through his locks self-consciously. You sat down in front of him and he chuckled before teasing.

“Couldn’t stay away, could you ?”

You smiled.

“Well, it’s my spot.”

He gasped and pretended to be offended.

“Excuse you ?! It is MY spot. It has been my spot since 1st year of middle school. I called dibs years ago. Go find your own, missy.” He frowned with a fake air of authority, but couldn’t keep it up for long before he cracked a smile. “But…I guess we could find some type of arrangement. If for example you have let’s say a big fat juicy sandwich you wouldn’t mind sharing…I guess I could consider letting you share MY special spot ?”

You raised an eyebrow at him. Your sandwich ? You looked down at said sandwich you had brought for your lunch today and realised the way his eyes seemed to stare at the food. It was as if he was mentally drooling. Your stomach twisted as you realised he must be hungry and by his small waist…you guessed he didn’t feed himself enough for a young man his age. You smiled and cut the sandwich in two.

“Sure. Here you go.” You extended half of it to him.

He was momentarily taken aback by your quick agreement, but wasn’t about to pass out on another free meal. He smiled and thanked you before taking a large bite of the sandwich—a big happy grin of satisfaction gracing his face at the bursting flavours. Damn. Fresh ingredients and what was that sauce ? Sweet honey mustard ? Sweet.

"Wow ! This is like…the best sandwich I ever ate. What’s in it ? This is no normal sandwich. It’s Scooby Doo awesome sandwich level. Like, the only thing missing are the Scooby snacks and this would be MY childhood dream school lunch. Yeah. That would be healing my inner child on so many layers…levels…is it layers or levels ? Can’t remember.” He rambled and took another bite before letting out a sigh. “Oh yeah. Hits the spot.”

You smiled as his satisfied expression and his eyes were almost sparkling with delight. You took a bite of your own half and felt happy. It was just a regular sandwich but, sharing it with him seemed to somehow make it even better. He was nice. You didn’t understand the rumors or the general dislike for Eddie Munson. He surely had a way with words and held that certain spark hard to find and even harder to keep…

But then, there was another noise and you both looked up to find a student standing there. You briefly recalled that his name was Justin McDunn and were about to say hi when you noticed how nervous he seemed. He looked awkwardly between the both of you and Eddie seemed to understand something. He sighed and lowered his sandwich.

“Welp, duty calls. Sorry. Be right back.”

He stood up and you wanted to ask what he meant by that but restrained yourself. You saw them both step aside and curiosity made you stand up and follow them discreetly. You then stopped a few feet away and hid behind a tree as you saw Munson give something to Justin and Justin giving him cash. The transaction was quick, but you didn’t need to be a detective to understand what was happening. Your heart plummeted and you looked as Justin started walking away. You were about to follow him when Eddie noticed you and chuckled before blocking your path.

“Hey. What are you doing here ? Thought I told you I’d be right back. Who is looking after my awesome sandwich and making sure the crows don’t get to it ? I gave you a sacred mission, and I am sooo disappointed right now.” He tried to laugh it off but you didn’t laugh. You stepped around him to follow Justin, but Eddie blocked your way again.

“Hey, cool kid. Where are you going ? I thought we were having a moment.”

You frowned.

“What did you give Justin just now ?”

You knew, but you wanted to hear him say it. Suddenly, he seemed sheepish and rubbed the back of his neck while looking at everything but you. He finally let out a little huff and shrugged.

“Just a…little something to take the edge off. Nothing more.”

Your frown deepened.

“Eddie. He is 16.”

Eddie frowned back at you—confused.

“16 ? He said he was 18.”

You sighed and tried to move past him again before he grabbed your wrist.

“Hey hey. Wait. Don’t. Please. What do you think you’re gonna do, huh ? He already paid and besides, it’s not that bad. It’s just a little weed.”

You huffed and pulled away.

“Mister Munson. Enough.”

He froze and huffed a laugh.

“Mister Munson ? Come on. Don’t call me that. It makes you sound like those douchebag teachers in Hawkins High.”

You sighed and pinched the bridge of your nose.

“That’s because I am.”

His smile dropped slightly.

“Huh ?”

You sighed.

“I am not a student. I am a teacher.”

He blinked.

“Come again ?”

Eddie blinked at you, his brain seemingly short-circuiting as he tried to process what you’d just said.

“You’re…a teacher ?” He repeated, like saying it out loud would somehow make it less true.

You sighed, crossing your arms. “Yes, Eddie. I’m the new English teacher, Miss Garrett.”

He stared at you for a long moment, then suddenly let out a sharp laugh. “Nooo. No way. You’re messing with me. You—nope, no. You’re way too cool to be a teacher.” He pointed at you, eyes narrowing like he was waiting for you to crack a grin and say Gotcha!

But you didn’t. You just gave him a look, the kind teachers give when they’re done playing around. His smirk wavered.

“Oh…oh shit.”

You could practically see his brain scrambling, rewinding every single interaction he’d had with you in the past two days. The way he’d sat down and called your bench the cool kids' table. The way he’d joked about skipping class. The way he’d—oh God—he’d flirted with you.

Eddie ran a hand down his face, groaning. “Jesus Christ, I hit on a teacher. I flirted with a teacher.”

You arched an eyebrow. “That’s what you’re focusing on ?”

He pointed at you accusingly. “Uh, yeah ! Because that is a HUGE deal ! I—oh my God. I—” He turned around, hands on his hips, looking like he was having a full-blown existential crisis.

Then he whirled back toward you, eyes wide. “Wait—wait. Does that mean you knew this whole time ? Like, you knew I thought you were a student and just—just let me embarrass myself ?”

You hesitated. “Well…I didn’t mean to at first, but then I realized you assumed, and…” You trailed off, watching as Eddie threw his head back in agony.

“Oh, that’s evil. That’s the kind of twisted shit I’d expect from a Hawkins teacher.” He shook his head, giving you a betrayed look. “And here I thought you were different.”

You rolled your eyes. “Eddie, I didn’t do anything. You were the one making assumptions.”

He groaned again, rubbing his temples. “Okay, okay. This is fine. Everything’s fine.” He started pacing. “I can recover from this. I just need to, uh, never talk to you again.”

“Eddie—”

“No, no, no. This is for the best. I’ll just pretend you don’t exist, and you can go back to your respectable teacher life and never mention to anyone that Eddie Munson was out here sharing sandwiches and—oh God—hitting on you.” He stopped pacing to point at you again, as if to solidify that as a rule.

You exhaled, rubbing your forehead. “Eddie, I’m not gonna tell anyone.”

That seemed to make him pause. He lowered his hand. “Wait…you’re not ?”

“No,” you said firmly. “I’m not here to ruin your life. I just don’t want you selling drugs to kids.”

Eddie frowned. “It’s just weed.”

“He’s sixteen, Eddie.” You repeated.

He opened his mouth, then snapped it shut, rubbing the back of his neck. “Okay. That part was bad.”

“Yeah.”

There was a beat of silence. He rocked on his heels, looking very much like someone who just realized he had no way to talk himself out of this. Then, slowly, he smirked.

“So…does this mean I get an automatic A in English ?”

You groaned. “Go to class, Eddie.”

He grinned, taking a step back, finger guns at the ready. “You got it, teach.”

And with that, Eddie Munson made his graceful retreat—aka power-walking away while mumbling, “Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God.”

You exhaled, watching him go.

This was not how you expected your first week in Hawkins to go…

[how-to-train-your-pomni]

Pomni: I have an idea!

Jax: Oh, God. Look out, everyone! The jester's gonna make us do something stupid.

Pomni, smirking: I dunno, Jax. I wouldn’t say it's stupid to *Long Bleeeeeeeeeeeeeeep!*

Jax, Ragatha, Gangle, and Kinger: *Stare at Pomni in Horror*

Pomni: *Bleeping Continues as She Mimes Shoving Her Fist Into an Object*

Zooble: *Tries Not to Cackle*

Caine: O_o

Pomni: *Bleep Continues; She Says Some Crazy S[!&$%!]*

Bubble: Wow! That sounds exciting!

Pomni: *Finishes Her Rant and Smiles Innocently* I dunno, I just think it'd be neat.

Zooble: *Finally Bursts Into Laughter*

Ragatha, trying not to faint: Oh... my.

Kinger: I'm gonna... go back to my fort.

Gangle: I... um... I gotta go! *Runs Off*

Jax: What the f[!^$%]?! I was joking!

Caine, nervously fidgeting: Pomni, you can't say stuff like that.

Bubble: I think it sounds GREAT!

[oros-ash3s]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙* — | “Recognition” | — *•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙* ＊

Characters // Atlas (he/him), Ira (they/she)

Atlas finds Ira slouched up against the wall beside his single dorm, their head tipped back, leaning against the cool gray metal. They perk up at the sound of his footsteps, a small grin passing through their features as their eyes land on his quickly-approaching figure. “Hey kid,” she says with a nod, standing up straight to greet him. “You all done with training today?”

Atlas nods at Ira in greeting, moving past them towards his dorm. His keys jangle in between his fingers as he unlocks the door, the silver numbers 792 shining down on him as he swings it open. “Mhm,” he hums, offering a small smile in her direction as he gestures her inside. 

Ira wanders inside behind him, propping herself against the doorframe and crossing her arms. “So, how’d it go? You talk to Cato?” 

“Good.” He nods, placing his keys down in the tray next to his jewelry, humming softly to himself as he makes his way over to his cot. “Cato seems to be under the impression I’m ready for Evaluation Day.” 

Ira arches a brow at Atlas’ characteristically short response, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah? How do you know?” 

“She pulled me aside after training. I think that she’ll be the one to give me the recommendation I need, if I don’t manage to impress any of the other leaders.” He replies thoughtfully, settling down on top of his crisp straight sheets. “Though, if the trainees on Evaluation Day prove to be on the same skill level as the current ones in my class, then I’m sure I will succeed.” 

Ira listens carefully as Atlas speaks, nodding slightly at his words. “I’m sure it’ll be easy for you to get through. Especially if Cato thinks you’re ready.” She uncrosses her arms, pulling up from her slouched position on the doorframe and plopping down beside him. She regards him for a moment, quiet, before her gaze drifts again, eyes flickering around his neat and orderly room. She hums softly to herself, a sort of contentment in her features. It is a tune Atlas doesn’t quite recognize — perhaps a new band that she has found? He would ask her about it later. 

“Did Cato say anything about any other people she was considering for the Elites?” Ira asks abruptly, drumming her fingers against her knees in a nervous twitch. 

Atlas hesitates for a second, “No.” 

Cato’s words repeat in his head, harsh and sharp, the sound almost a warning. The flashing image of her icy blue eye, with all its infinite wisdom, sends shivers down his spine, a sure sign. At once Atlas was certain: There was no possibility where he could share such news with Ira.

She was his best friend, of course, but sometimes, he had to keep secrets, for the greater good of their mission. He would never in a million years dare step out of line — or break Cato’s already brittle trust. She took priority, just this time. 

Ira deflates slightly, a flicker of disappointment passing across their face momentarily before they are smiling again, back to her usual self. “Damn,” she mutters under her breath. “I was hoping to get a sneak peek at who the new Elites would be.” 

Atlas offers them a small smile. “You know I wouldn’t leave here without you.” 

Ira scoffs slightly and leans forward, nudging Atlas with her knee. “Yeah, I know. And you know I’d kill you for it, sucker.” 

Atlas huffs. “We’re supposed to go together, remember? I couldn’t let you rot away in the warehouse forever, could I?” 

“Wow. I’m astounded by your kindness,” Ira says with a snort, rolling their eyes. “You wouldn’t last a day without me.” 

Atlas turns his head to the side, flushing. “Whatever you say.” 

Ira clicks her tongue and smirks, smug, at Atlas’ reaction, flopping back down on the bed and causing the springs to creak. “I’m gonna hit up the training dummies tonight. Chuck's got the gyms open later for some seminar with the newbies. Wanna come with me?” 

Atlas nods. “Sure.” 

“Good. Be there at eight,” Ira hums, straightening and hopping back off of the bed. She makes her way back to the door, pushing it open wider as she steps outside. They pause briefly, gaze flickering back towards Atlas as they give him another smile. “I’m glad you’re getting recognition.” 

“Me too.”

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Dancing with Deceit || Bill Cipher || Chapter 5

Chapter 5

There was salt on the floor. Salt in the microwave. Salt in my hair.

I looked like I’d gone to war with a pretzel.

Bill floated above the mess, humming.

“So,” I said, arms crossed, “you wanna explain what exactly a ‘distortion entity’ does, or are we just pretending that didn’t almost eat my kitchen?”

“Oh, buddy,” Bill said cheerfully, “you are way past the ‘explain it slowly’ phase of cosmic involvement. That thing? Think of it as… reality’s nosy neighbor. It doesn’t knock. It just sort of oozes in, peeks around. But hey, you're one of the lucky ones! If you'd 've touched that thing you would have had it rearranged your organs!!!. HAHA!!

I gagged a little. “Neat. So fun. So comforting.”

“Good! That’s the spirit!!” He beamed. “You’ll be an excellent pawn—uh, partner! Yeah, partner.”

I narrowed my eyes. “You almost said pawn.”

“Noooo,” he singsonged. “I was gonna say poppet. You’re my little poppet. My little eldritch snugglebug.”

I flung a spoon at him. It went through his head.

“Okay, okay,” I growled. “What now? Am I supposed to—what—fortify my house? Hire a priest? Move into a salt circle and live there forever?”

“Fun idea! But pointless. They’ve already sniffed you out. You’re like a glowing ‘FREE LUNCH’ sign to things that slither through dimensional folds.”

I mumbled something under my breath, “You could slither through my dimensional folds any day…”

There was a beat of silence.

Bill blinked.

Then he threw his head (body??) back and howled with laughter, the sound spiraling into something that grew unrecognizable. “OH, WOW. Bold move, meat puppet! Horny and terrified. My favorite combo.”

My face was on fire. “I– I didn’t mean– I wasn’t– IT WAS A JOKE, BILL.”

“Oh no no no, don’t backpedal now.” He wiped a phantom tear from the edge of his eye. “That was gold. I’m keeping that one. Framing it. Tattooing it across the sky in flaming letters.”

I grabbed a dish towel and buried my face in it. “Kill me. Kill me now.”

“Oh.." he purred, circling lazily above me, “you’re way more useful alive. Especially if I can keep short-circuiting your brain like that!”

I peeked out from the towel, mortified.

He was smirking. Not in a flattered way. In a "Oh, I’m going to make this worse for you"-way.

He knew.

And worse—he was going to use it.

“Stop looking at me like that!” I snapped. “Like I’m SOME..toy!!”

“Ohhh, kid, you’re not a toy.”

I blinked.

“You’re a game. And games are so much more fun.”

I backed up toward the fridge. Not because I thought it was safe—nothing felt safe—but because I needed to put some kind of barrier between us. Even if that barrier was my half-defrosted bag of peas.

“What do they want?” I asked. “The entities. What could they possibly want from me?”

Bill twirled his cane, shrugging. “Who knows? Maybe they want your soul. Maybe they’re just bored. Or—” he leaned in until I could see every tiny shifting rune inside his pupil “—maybe you’ve got something hidden. Something you don’t even know about yet.”

I swallowed hard. “I’m just a paranormal researcher. A very tired, very cursed researcher who wants to eat soup and not die.”

“You’re more than that,” Bill said, eerily serious now. “You wouldn’t be flagged if you weren’t.”

He hovered closer. Too close.

“And if you really want to survive this,” he added, “you might wanna start trusting me.”

I stared at him.

Then I laughed. Short, sharp, bordering on hysterical. “Trust you?! Bill, you lie like it’s your love language.”

"AWW, kid. I don’t believe in love.”

“Exactly.”

He paused, tilting his head. Then, with a chuckle, “You’re learning.”

I didn’t like the way he said that.

[chrysalis-thestateofchange]

＊*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙* — | “Recognition” | — *•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙* ＊

Characters // Atlas (he/him), Ira (they/she)

Atlas finds Ira slouched up against the wall beside his single dorm, their head tipped back, leaning against the cool gray metal. They perk up at the sound of his footsteps, a small grin passing through their features as their eyes land on his quickly-approaching figure. “Hey kid,” she says with a nod, standing up straight to greet him. “You all done with training today?”

Atlas nods at Ira in greeting, moving past them towards his dorm. His keys jangle in between his fingers as he unlocks the door, the silver numbers 792 shining down on him as he swings it open. “Mhm,” he hums, offering a small smile in her direction as he gestures her inside. 

Ira wanders inside behind him, propping herself against the doorframe and crossing her arms. “So, how’d it go? You talk to Cato?” 

“Good.” He nods, placing his keys down in the tray next to his jewelry, humming softly to himself as he makes his way over to his cot. “Cato seems to be under the impression I’m ready for Evaluation Day.” 

Ira arches a brow at Atlas’ characteristically short response, shifting her weight from one foot to the other. “Yeah? How do you know?” 

“She pulled me aside after training. I think that she’ll be the one to give me the recommendation I need, if I don’t manage to impress any of the other leaders.” He replies thoughtfully, settling down on top of his crisp straight sheets. “Though, if the trainees on Evaluation Day prove to be on the same skill level as the current ones in my class, then I’m sure I will succeed.” 

Ira listens carefully as Atlas speaks, nodding slightly at his words. “I’m sure it’ll be easy for you to get through. Especially if Cato thinks you’re ready.” She uncrosses her arms, pulling up from her slouched position on the doorframe and plopping down beside him. She regards him for a moment, quiet, before her gaze drifts again, eyes flickering around his neat and orderly room. She hums softly to herself, a sort of contentment in her features. It is a tune Atlas doesn’t quite recognize — perhaps a new band that she has found? He would ask her about it later. 

“Did Cato say anything about any other people she was considering for the Elites?” Ira asks abruptly, drumming her fingers against her knees in a nervous twitch. 

Atlas hesitates for a second, “No.” 

Cato’s words repeat in his head, harsh and sharp, the sound almost a warning. The flashing image of her icy blue eye, with all its infinite wisdom, sends shivers down his spine, a sure sign. At once Atlas was certain: There was no possibility where he could share such news with Ira.

She was his best friend, of course, but sometimes, he had to keep secrets, for the greater good of their mission. He would never in a million years dare step out of line — or break Cato’s already brittle trust. She took priority, just this time. 

Ira deflates slightly, a flicker of disappointment passing across their face momentarily before they are smiling again, back to her usual self. “Damn,” she mutters under her breath. “I was hoping to get a sneak peek at who the new Elites would be.” 

Atlas offers them a small smile. “You know I wouldn’t leave here without you.” 

Ira scoffs slightly and leans forward, nudging Atlas with her knee. “Yeah, I know. And you know I’d kill you for it, sucker.” 

Atlas huffs. “We’re supposed to go together, remember? I couldn’t let you rot away in the warehouse forever, could I?” 

“Wow. I’m astounded by your kindness,” Ira says with a snort, rolling their eyes. “You wouldn’t last a day without me.” 

Atlas turns his head to the side, flushing. “Whatever you say.” 

Ira clicks her tongue and smirks, smug, at Atlas’ reaction, flopping back down on the bed and causing the springs to creak. “I’m gonna hit up the training dummies tonight. Chuck's got the gyms open later for some seminar with the newbies. Wanna come with me?” 

Atlas nods. “Sure.” 

“Good. Be there at eight,” Ira hums, straightening and hopping back off of the bed. She makes her way back to the door, pushing it open wider as she steps outside. They pause briefly, gaze flickering back towards Atlas as they give him another smile. “I’m glad you’re getting recognition.” 

“Me too.”

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Sorry this is entirely self indulgent and just about me and Tseng. So I’ve made a list of things about me that would annoy Tseng. I’m just very sleepy and trying not to fall asleep at work.

1) Expecting him to know what I want without asking. Like eventually I do expect you to know. And hear me out my guy. I only have a singular brain cell left. There isn’t much that I could possibly want. (Cuddles, I want cuddles)

2) I’ve been gifted with the ability to fall asleep anywhere at any time. I’m just a sleepy person but somehow my naps are unconventional and a danger considering I don’t care where I sleep. Meetings? I can’t think of a meeting where I didn’t doze off ever in life.

3) The stare. I don’t know how to describe it. Most people hate it. I find it hilarious. The blank stare I give for an unreasonably long time when confronted with anything. It also depends on the timing. Like, wow. Why would you say that in the middle of training? Really?

4) Smoking? Would it annoy him? A little. Probably. Ugh he definitely wouldn’t let me smoke weed inside. Questions how I’ve ever passed Shinra’s random drug testing. I think he’d hate my vaping far more. Waking up to the sound of me taking the fattest pull at 1 in the morning because he’s a light sleeper.

5) Everything has to be organized my way because it’s the only way and nobody could possibly clean and organize better than me. Tseng included. I’m sure we’d get into stupid arguments over it because he too is probably a neat freak.

6) Whiny. Complain, complain, complain. I do a lot of that and he’d make sure I wouldn’t have anything to complain about. (In regards to himself.)

7) Another sleep related thing yes yes. I cannot stop thinking about sleep. Sometimes I have an absurd amount of energy upon waking up and I can’t handle all of this alone. So of course I’d have to wake Tseng up and start a conversation even if he rolls over and tries to ignore me. He won’t be able to go back to sleep anyways.

8) When I’m right. I’m right. And I mean more of a “once Tseng realizes I was right he better not tell me” cause yes, I��m going to rub it in. And I’m going to follow up with “you see what happens when you don’t listen to me.”

9) Deflecting. My favorite sometimes. His least favorite every time cause “what does that have to do with anything”

10) Random yelling at the game. Definitely doesn’t need an explanation. I fuck up Tseng’s peace and quiet often but these games be on fucking bullshit

I’m done. I’ve achieved staying awake long enough. Gonna go hide and take a quick nap cause I am not lasting this entire shift

[mad-raptorzzz]

Season 6: this is the first time an intro has changed and stayed changed. It did it once in season 4 with Callum. And yikes. Good luck Viren was my first thought.

Starting the season off with an ominous weeping Aaravos was the way to go for sure.

Ok so a bit different but I just need to rave about the first episode because hot damn. How much blood are you allowed to show on a TVY 7 show. Because that scene with Claudia and the homunculus. Holy shit that’s brutal. Like damn. Wow. Just jeez mates that was dark. And Viren rejecting her after everything that she did for him. Knife to the heart and twisting it. I was shocked. Absolutely shocked. Jeez. And I think if Claudia had found redeemed Viren he would have pointed her the right way. But the fact that she saw him dead. I don’t know if there’s going to be hope for her.

Soren continues to be my favorite guy. He’s so himbo coded but actually has such a long well thought out character arc. *holds him close and gentle* And again with the blood in the 7th episode. How much blood are they allowed to show!! Do we think he had something like CF or just bad asthma? Either way, poor kid. His dad blamed him for something he had no control over.

Callum’s star being dark. Yep. My guys. He’s in for it. The whole way they used time sight was cool. To see how it would have devastated Callum to know he’d messed up. And the parallel of them saying is a truth really a truth or just your way of putting the blame on someone else with Viren trying to tell Soren that it was him curing his sickness that drove their mom away. That was neat. I also loved the fact that Callum and Claudia do the same spell at the same time. One for a daughter looking for her father. One for a father set to avenge his daughter.

They fooled me good with Sol Regum. I thought for sure he was going to toast Amaya and Janai. Not a doubt in my mind. But the ending shot of him going to Catalis. And then them actually following through on him BURNING IT TO THE GROUND. Hot damn. Wow I did not expect that. Of course Aaravos has been manipulating the racist sun dragon. Totally dark that Sol Regum killed his own mate. And Aaravos playing the long game after he betrayed Leola.

Very poetic that Viren offered his life in the first to the king to save the kingdom in the first episode and was turned down. Then fully did it to save the people of the castle. I wouldn’t say he was ‘redeemed’ the same way that Steven Universe villains are redeemed. But I did feel emotions during his flash back drawn scenes. I did feel bad for him. He mad horrible decisions and was a horrible person, but he was able to at least do one good thing at the end

Some of my predictions were right!!! I called Aaravos being huge. They pretty much did the scene from the opening at the end of the season. I was right about Leola’s last wish being important. But I was off with Callum being the one to open the pearl. It was Claudia after all. Also, on to the main man.

You’re telling me Aaravos’s daughter was a cute little one horned autistic elf who gave human magic. And the other elves straight up murdered her. And instead of dying with her, Aaravos decided to go on a revenge spree. And the other elves threw her BODY to earth where it made a crater that Aaravos cried into for 100 years, filling it up. Making it the sea of the cast out. Where her literal body was found at the bottom. And then those maniac prisoned him at the bottom of that same sea LITERALLY INSIDE HIS DAUGHTERS CORPSE. Holy shits. My jaw dropped. Wow. I was right about it being a star touched elf corpse. But wow. This is my favorite season to date.

The ship joke was peak. 100/10 the ships going nowhere. Oh and then it just burns down and sinks. That’s hilarious.

oh celestial elves are gonna be my bat ponies. Problem solved.

[crystallizsch]

HI!! jumping in here because I’m pretty awkward starting convos and those ask prompts were perfect for breaking the ice

I get the feeling you’ll get a lot of jamil asks so I’m gonna throw a curve ball and ask about deuce with 9 and 18 (since it seems like you also like heartslabyul hehe)

AA HI HII!! It’s so cool to finally talk with you! And aaah i get it, i feel similarly hfkdjsks but it makes me happy that you decided to send an ask thank you! 😭💖

ANYWAYS DEUCE YES and you’re right i love heartslabyul, especially the duo, so thanks for this!

jamil my beloved he needs to take a back seat again for a bit afklsjs

━━━━━━✦ 9. Could you be roommates with [Deuce]?

I’ve roomed with siblings my whole life (at least up until college) so i think i totally could be roommates with Deuce! idk he gives little brother vibes despite being an only child

Something that reminded me, I checked to see and in the 2nd halloween event, apparently he grinds his teeth in his sleep (which is probably a whole thing to address??? but i dont know much to give an opinion ;;;)

anyways i’m pretty used to noises at night and the general shenanigans that comes with rooming with younger siblings (there’s no privacy but admittedly it’s less lonely) (but i do prefer privacy). and I imagine deuce anyway to be the respectful type and just tries his best to be considerate

but yeah in any case i could be roommates with him if I didnt have the choice to room alone akjdksjsks

Also slight tangent i looked up his room and damn it’s so neat???

he has a ton of books this boy 😭😭

also he has a little picture frame awhh

i imagine it may be a picture of him and his mom??? which honestly would be pretty ballsy because you’d think a boy that age would not even consider proudly putting that up because of ridicule (then again he’s also not afraid to fight). but that’s also what i love about deuce, he loves his mom and he cares enough to show it despite what anyone thinks 😭 (or maybe it could be just displaying one of his achievements or something idk idk hgkjdsfjlds)

Man i know the heartslabyul dorm rooms are pretty but it feels so unrealistic for that it is THIS clean and organized (there’s probably some kinda rule in there somewhere keeping it clean i imagine hfhjdjdj)

━━━━━━✦ 18. How about a relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire?

ACE THE SINGLE BRAIN CELL DYNAMIC IDIOTS THAT VALUE EACH OTHER AS FRIENDS bromance real

AND JUST THE WHOLE MAIN FOUR IN GENERAL

I think adeuce have that type of friendship where they butt heads and make fun of each other a lot, because that’s like how they show that they are comfortable with one another and that, out of all people, they choose each other as the main person to hang out with.

I think if it weren’t for what happened in the prologue they wouldn’t be as close as friends. It felt like an excuse for them to bond and get to know each other properly despite their differences (and they're roommates so if none of that happened i think they'd only be acquaintances at most)

I also love that during events whenever the other is not involved, it’s always so funny one of them is usually like “wow it’s such a shame ace/deuce is not here”

actually I dont think there’s an event where BOTH ace and deuce is in an event together??? man🧍(unless i'm forgetting something)

but also when is twst gonna finally have the main quartet all be involved in an event together 🤨

AAH i’m just a sucker for the friend duo/trio (+ occasional creature/animal) trope.

I’m lovingly chewing on their dynamic every time

still open for asks!

[scavengerssuccotash]

Hi! I love your clintasha stuff so much.

Do you have any headcanons for clintasha angst?! I’ve always imagined that with their age gap, nat’s closeness to Steve (in the MCU anyway), Clint’s insecurities and hidden anger streak (as seen in Endgame with Ronin), and the fact that they both have quite dominant personalities, conditions can sometimes be ripe for an argument.

And when they do fight, they fight! Like all the avengers/SHIELD are on edge for days because of the tension. And eventually one of them just gets so upset not having the other there that they will work up the courage to apologize.

Aww! Why thank you so much I’m glad you’re enjoying them!

I picture the fights between Clint and Nat to be a micro equivalent of the Cold War. Well, unlike the Cold War it does get hot! (Pun intended!) Picture the Cuban Missile crisis but make it between two very dominate and very opinionated and highly skilled individuals whose combined capabilities could level any building with a three block radius.

That my friend is what happens when Clint and Nat trade blows. Fortunately for New York and Avengers Tower they’ve managed to reserve their anger to sharp-tongued barbs and egg-shell tense silence. At least while in front of the team…until one or the other cracks and a dish gets thrown.

(Clint threw a coffee cup and missed Natasha obviously, Natasha predictably got offended that he missed on purpose. Steve had to cut in between them, which only redirected their anger onto him much to his supreme confusion.

“Oh wow look at Cap really putting your namesake to use huh? Do you have a list of thirteen points?!”

“Kindly fuck off old man, not every fight needs your fucking help!”

Clint and Nat promptly shared a look. Twenty minutes later everyone heard the ‘kiss and make-up’)

Clint definitely has an anger streak roughly six miles long but he hides it very very well. It took Phil a lot of blood (literally), sweat, and tears to help Clint get a handle on his shit when he first joined SHIELD. While his anger bursts are few and far in between, when they do explode out of him he has at least learned to redirect that anger onto his physical surroundings and be mindful that maybe punching a concrete wall wouldn’t do his shooting hand well. One of the first things Natasha ever gave him was a tennis ball. She picked it up on a whim during a mission because Clint was annoyingly restless, and figuratively bouncing off the walls with energy that he needed to expend but couldn’t because the mission was geared towards her skill set rather than his. He still has it to this day and whenever he feels the tell-tell hotness burning up his spine that comes with a burst of anger he’ll take out the tennis ball and start ricocheting it off the walls. (It drives Tony absolutely fucking nuts.)

Natasha’s anger is far more…precise. Like a surgeon’s scalpel compared to the mini nuke that is Clint’s. She specializes in using silence, passive aggression and careful word choice to express her anger, which inevitably triggers Clint’s mouth because he hates getting ignored. Especially by her. If by the fourth day neither of them crack Clint will start the truce with her favorite meal, a hot drawn bath and a list of apologies. Afterwards they’ll talk it out, between rounds of sex. (Clint’s of the mind that Natasha will just start some if the fights for the make up sex. Natasha only confirms this much later when physically backed into a corner. He really can’t blame her, he’s done it at least once or twice.)

Natasha’s apologies require a lot less forethought. Clint drops whatever argument they’re having at the sight of her bare breasts, along with his pants. This neat trick lasted for ohh about the second big blow out, when Clint afterwards rolled over and demanded that if she was gonna just fuck their problems away they might as well call it quits. “Don’t get me wrong you’ve got great tits and the sex is mind blowing but if great tits and mind blowing sex is all it takes we’ve got bigger problems, Tasha.” In the end they keep the sex, but Natasha makes an effort to truly truly talk it all out, which in returns Clint rewards. Quite enthusiastically.

For the more minor spats, they save those for the training mats, trading punches and ass pinches. By the time that’s all done they’re lying on their backs sweating through their clothes and laughing. They might be dating, but ultimately they’re competitive best friends through and through.

[castlebyersafterdark]

“Any one else with other suggestions for this ask? I struggled but I tend to want to lean more toward light or humor for this, because they really do love everything about each other's looks really, and a genuine critique about appearance makes me sad! But life has silly little funny moments, too!”

I mean this is kind of obvious but wouldn’t it be the reverse of Mike shaving his pubes. Like for instance, in established relationship byler where Will has preferred to be clean shaven/smooth and then suddenly one day he decides he wants to try and grow some facial hair, maybe something silly like a mustache just to see what it would look like and Mike is not having it AT ALL since he’s so used to smooth Will. He sulks and whines about it bothering his face when they kiss and Will just laughs it off and rolls his eyes at him. It could even be more playful where Will decides to mess with Mike by keeping it for a little longer even if he doesn’t really like it to the point where Mike is like “I’m not kissing you until it’s gone hmph” but we all know that’s not happening with how seductive Will can be 🤭 until finally Wills antics lead to them fucking and afterwards Will is like “yeah I’ll shave it off tomorrow” lol.

Wow that got away from me 😅 but basically accidental brat Will behavior is fun to play with

See, this would be the obvious thing and I understand the vision!! Maybe it's because I'm biased and personally like the idea of Will with a little mustache. Not full facial hair, but to me it's such a classic look, especially late 20s Will experimenting with his looks in the 90s, very of the era. that's probably where my mind goes, someone like Will who's pretty neat and tidy and clean cut but with just a cute little stache when he's older - might be a perspective thing.

But facial hair is soooo divisive, I get it! I mean, I like it on others but hate it on myself so preferences exist. And I only like certain styles on a man - not into the big beard/lumberjack look unfortunately haha (Hopper season 5 based on the photos i'm seeing gonna be a challenge).

So I can see the inspiration for this vision. Not a bad scenario! But I like Will's cute little mustache and maybe Mike wouldn't mind it? Maybe a more mature Mike. Young Mike might react differently. For sure!!!

Maybe Will tries to dye his hair once or get highlights or something very era stereotypical and Mike is just. Not having it. Tries a hairstyle that's sooooo not Will and Will was just trying to be different and trendy and is like ALRIGHT IT'LL GROW OUT GEEZ when Mike is poking fun and cringing about it. Some outflit flops from the resident fashionista. Mike tries to always hype him up but his lack of tact just blurts out sometimes and he can't hold his tongue.

Accidental brat Will is my favorite takeaway here. Yes and yessss to that!!