#tac bubble

[s0ckh3adstudios]

Did a TADC fandub in the discord today and it. it was certainly an experience.

Another moment:

Pomni: (walking into a hallway) Hey, bully? Uh, I don't know where the bowling ball went.

(sees Ragatha glitching out)

Pomni: Oh, you are messed up, girl.

Ragatha: Pomni, you motherfucker

Ragatha: Pomni, do you want to talk about FNAF lore?

Pomni: I would literally rather do anything else.

Pomni: Your hair looks like red licorice.

Ragatha: That's good, because... all your theories would suck.

Pomni: Okay, excuse you! My FNAF theories are better than Matpat, okay?!

Ragatha: That's not really a high bar.

Pomni:

[the-cat-sorcerer]

Awww, look, they're playing dress up!

[pwinkiepawzz]

bubble plays tic-tac-toe with fanny's forehead :3

[haeminsturn]

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[kivino]

EVERY TIME, I FALL FOR YOU || KYLE ‘GAZ’ GARRICK X GN!READER

Word count - ~1,1k

Tags/Warnings - Gn!Reader, suggestive, fluff, Kyle is pining for you HARD, idiots in love :)))

Summary - Kyle fell for you hard, but he doesn’t know if it’s mutual.

A/n - just wanted to write something cute as a formal apology to gaz nation for my last fic, there can be no happy ending for that one, but here’s a little treat! i love you, i promise!!! c:

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Kyle knew it from the moment he saw you - you were trouble. And he liked that, really. Sometimes too much, even, judging by how hard his heart fluttered in his chest when he felt your eyes catching his and giving him a passing, mischievous wink, reserved only for the two of you. Kyle is stunned stupid each time you pull something like this, cheeks burning, pupils dilating, and hands digging into the muscle of his thigh inside of the pocket of his jeans. He is fighting demons so he doesn’t grab you right then and there and pull into a warm, tight embrace just to hide his expression in your shoulder.

He wished he was as nonchalant as Ghost is, or as experienced as Price, or as approachable as Soap, but he was just…himself. With all his unresolved feelings and unreciprocated affection bubbling inside of him, only for this piping hot mixture to pour over the edge more often than not.

Kyle didn’t know how you still hadn’t noticed just how much he was falling for you, each second more and more. It felt more like tumbling down flights upon flights of concrete stairs, than gradually descending the pipeline of pure adoration towards you. God, you were so stupid. Both of you were, actually. But at least Kyle was self-aware about it.

He doesn't want to talk about it. Not about the way you make his day better by just existing in the same space as him. Not about the way you’re so stupidly fucking beautiful. Not about your shitty movie taste. And definitely not about the way he wants to pull you into a passionate kiss each time you start ranting about whatever thing you like at the moment.

Kyle didn’t catch the moment when the childish, a bit boyish, and bashful “I like you”s his thoughts would regurgitate when he saw you turned into “I love you”s. And if you were not there to see it, his head would drop right into his hands each time. He wasn’t sure if it was frustration or knowledge that it was just fucking stupid.

He tried his best to repress those things he felt for you. For the sake of you and him both. Oh, how miserably Kyle failed to keep his promises to stop pining for you.

Kyle loved you at your best and your worst, it didn’t matter to him, really. As painful as it was for him to feel you crying into his shoulder at two in the morning, trembling and clinging onto him, swiping hot tears and snot all over his jumper, it was still you. And how can he not love you like this as well? Just like he loves you when he sees your eyes crinkle as you smile at him, sunshine playing in your irises through the dark lenses of your tac eyewear.

When your head inevitably falls on Kyle’s shoulder while you’re coming back from a tiring mission he can feel your soft breathing on his neck. His fingers immediately reach towards your hair, swiping it off your forehead and running his fingers over the shorter parts. If you had been in the field for several days and hadn't had the chance to take a proper shower and wash your hair, he would mutter some snide remarks about Price letting you run wild through rows of chicken coups, barnes and haylofts, while his fingers picked out some debris from your hair. Kyle relishes in your warmth that he can feel even through several layers of clothes separating you. That’s one of the rare times he can enjoy your physical affection without having to explain himself. He’d trade his soul to stay like this with you forever. Kyle can feel his heart jumping out of his chest, head growing woozy with exhaustion and your overwhelming presence. The best type of daze.

This kind of relationship between the two of you was certainly…something. Kyle enjoyed it though. To him it was more than friendship. But god forbid he ever told you that.

Or so he thought.

Kyle decided to invite you to his place for your leave. He was living alone, in a good enough apartment, but it always felt a bit too empty and hollow. Like nobody lived there and no one was there to stay. Lack of any personal items or wall decorations, it only now started to sink in how unappealing it looked, after he briefly saw your place. It gave an impression of being looked after, well-loved even, with all the…stuff you had. When did you have the time to decorate your apartment anyway?..

It didn’t matter though, Kyle was just excited to spend time with you, ignoring the insistent jumps of his heart while he was waiting for you to finally arrive. Obviously you have visited him before, but not for such long periods of time, so naturally, he was nervous. But you were only friends, so why was he even getting so worked up over, essentially, nothing? He knew why. But thinking about it would only make all of it worse, so he preferred to pretend like those feelings were never there.

Kyle contained himself when he saw your beaming smile while he greeted you near the door. He kept it to himself when he observed you throwing together a quick snack for him, motions so fluid and relaxed. And god knows he tried keeping it together when he saw you walk out from the shower, hands ruffling some stray drops of water out of your hair. Of course he looks at you longer than usual. But he hopes you don’t notice.

He doesn’t initiate any physical affection in fear that this particular time it’ll tip him off. Kyle knows he won’t be able to stop himself if it ever comes to it. He doesn’t trust himself to. So when your hand gently cradles his cheek, fingers brushing over slight stubble and lips finally connecting with his, Kyle doesn’t tell you to stop. He only lets out a choked breath, along with a soft “please”.

He doesn’t tell you to stop when your fingers lace with his own. He stays silent and his eyes flutter closed when your lips trail over his jaw, peppering soft kisses over his heated skin. Instead of begging you to stop he only pleads for more, words stinging his throat.

And when Kyle comes to his senses it’s already too late, you’re curled into him on the bed, and exhaustion, as sweet as honey, spreads through his body in pleasant waves. He can feel lovebites stinging the skin of his neck and he shudders when you swipe your hand over fresh scratches on his back.

It’s already too late. But he just might be fine with it. He’s willing to give it a try. Maybe you’ll fall for him as hard as he did for you.

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The II/BFDI ship kids ask blog!!!! :D

This is just for fun but will contain angst and maybe heavy topics

You can ask these characters for II (from oldest to youngest)

There are a LOT [ages]

Flashlight (she/her) - lightbrush

Tarot (she/they) - payjay

BJ (they/them) - poly slams

Candy (he/him) - marshplebow

Glowstick (he/they) - fantube

Chili (she/her) - tacomic

Micro (she/her) - tacomic

Cheesecake Cup (he/him) -comedy gold

Origami Paper (he/him) - payjay

Choco (he/him) - mephone

Oatmeal (she/her) - mephone

Nex (any) - cabby

Potpourri (she/her) - silvercandle

Fern (he/him) - floory

Key (she/her) - lightbrush

Paprika (she/her) - saltpep

And these for BFDI

Toothpick (she/her) - matchil

Wrap (they/them) - basketbot

Tac (he/him) - coinpin

Donut Hole (he/she) - donut sib

Petal (he/him) - fireafy

Petaly (he/they) - fireafy

Birdie (she/her) - tengolf

Toy Block (he/him) - penraser x blocky

Asey (he/him) - penraser x blocky

Ben (she/her) - penraser x blocky

Void (she/they/it) - astrobiology

Rose Quartz (she/her) - flowby

Lily (she/her) - evil leafy

Cinna (she/her) - tacopop

Lake Drop (he/him) - teardrop

Lampy (she/her) - pillowfanning

Ice Tray (he/him) - icelety

Bud (he/him) - flowby

Bubble Blower (she/her) - bubble x bottle

Dynamite (he/him) - bomby x nickel

Throw Pillow (she/her) - pillowfanning

El (they/them) - pillowfanning

Mini (he/him) - matchil

Gunpowder (he/him) - bomby x nickel

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[floral-force]

hey babes!!! I loved that one of Simon and the meet cute, it had me melting 🥹♥️ I was wondering if I could perhaps request a Simon Riley x reader where the reader is part of the 141, but before working with them, she was apart of a special ops group that focused on stuff like infiltration/sabotage, and she’s almost like a black widow sort of character? seduces her targets and takes them out when they’re alone? she’s usually a ray of sunshine with the group, but Laswell presents the mission and everyone’s like “????” and the reader’s like “fine, I guess we’ll do this again” and she’s just COMPLETELY different once she infiltrates??? it gives the whole crew whiplash, but I’m particularly interested in how Simon would react!!! I hope this isn’t too much!!! thanks for always blessing us with your amazing work, and I hope you have an amazing day!!! ♥️

thank you for loving the meet-cute!! this request was fun to fill. I took some artistic liberties and this one really ran away from me...I hope you enjoy this!

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Honeypot

Simon "Ghost" Riley x F!Reader (code name "Honey")

summary: You’re Task Force 141’s newest operator, and everyone knows you as bubbly and sweet, earning you the code name Honey. How will the team react—especially Ghost, your stoic but sultry lieutenant—when a mission requires your espionage expertise?

words: 2.9k

warnings/tags: my blog is 18+ only. innuendo, canon-typical violence (fist fighting, gun mentions), bamf reader, task force 141 being buffoons, protective and jealous simon “ghost” riley, competency and size kinks if you squint, reader has a code name and uses she/her but no other descriptors

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“The coup in Luxembourg is out of our usual bounds,” Laswell said, “but a covert agent working under the deposed Grand Duke has requested our aid.”

“They’ve been an ally to us in the past,” Price added, looping his thumbs under his tac vest, “so I expect you lot to execute this mission with as much precision and urgency as you would any other.”

“Country’s smaller than Scotland, innit?” Soap asked. “How the hell are we s’pposed to be discreet?”

“That’s where you come in, Honey,” Laswell crossed her arms and gave you a pointed look. “You remember your mission in Morocco?”

You smirked. “Is the sky blue?”

She gave you a small chuckle. “We need your expertise.”

“Fine.” You gave a dramatic sigh. “I guess we’ll do this again.”

“”M sorry,” Gaz interrupted with a scoff. “Do what, exactly?”

You turned to look at where he sat across the table from you next to an equally confused Soap. Ghost was twisted in his chair to look at where you sat behind him. 

You raised an eyebrow, your eyes flicked between Price and Laswell. “They don’t know what I did in the States?” 

“No,” Price muttered with a hint of embarrassment. He cleared his throat and shrugged like a tired parent as he said, “I suppose it never came up.”

Gaz gave an exasperated sigh, his impatience getting the better of him. “Well, go on then!” He urged. 

“I was a contracted espionage agent for the Department of Defense, and—”

“The Yanks used contracted agents?”

You rolled your eyes at the interruption. “Yes, Soap. Now, as I was saying,” you continued, shooting the Scotsman a playful glare, “I was hired for infiltration ops. Ones that required a certain…je ne sais quoi, a more feminine touch you lads wouldn’t be capable of.” 

When they all stared at your smiling face with blank expressions for a few moments—even Ghost’s eyes were narrowed with confusion—you jerked your head forward and waved your hands. “Guys, I seduced the targets.”

The confused silence persisted, and you looked around, giggling at each of the guys’ reactions, looking at Ghost last. His gaze pierced you the most, his brown eyes never leaving yours. Your teasing giggles faded, and you severed the eye contact with a roll of your eyes. You looked at Laswell again and crossed your arms, bored of the topic. 

“Now that that’s settled, can we please finish this briefing?” you implored. “I have to make sure I have a dress that’s fitting for a date with a dictator.”

“You sure you’re gonna be alright?”

“For the hundredth time—” you swung a heeled foot on a worn curb with a huff and hiked up the fabric of your dress—“yes, LT, I’ll be fine.” You adjusted the holster on your thigh and smirked at Ghost’s silence. “See something you like?”

There was a pause, and you looked up to see Ghost quickly look away at the street. Guilty.

You knew he felt some sort of way about you; whether it was good or bad was still unclear. One thing was for damn sure: Ghost had his sights set on you. You’d felt his skeletal stare linger on you ever since the briefing a week ago, and he wasn’t as sneaky as he thought he was at stealing looks when you were at the range or sparring.  Anyone else might feel like his prey—trapped by hungry eyes and cornered by a hulking frame—but you were so used to being the predator that you didn’t let it get to you. It was a little…fun.

Sure, he gave you butterflies, but that was because you’d never dealt with seducing men like him—at least, that’s what you told yourself after thinking about him with your hand between your thighs.

For now, you’d innocently tease and poke and prod the masked man with Soap and Gaz’s support. For now, you’d holster your loaded M9 and leave your leg exposed in yellow lamplight as you made sure your clutch had everything you needed. For now, you’d pretend that you weren’t thinking about him trailing his hand up from your ankle to the holster and grabbing the meat of your thigh.  

“We’ll be able to hear everything through your earpiece. Soap and I will have eyes on you in the palace, but stay near windows,” Ghost said, interrupting your thoughts. “Gaz’ll be on the roof.”

You swung your leg back down, wobbling. Ghost clutched your forearm, and you gripped his, fingernails scratching the fabric of his sleeve and digging into it for stability. His large hand snaked up to hold your bicep right above your bent elbow, your ears heating up when you met his eyes and saw something akin to lust in them.

His grip lingered even after you were steady on your feet again, only letting go when you gave him a flustered smile. You busied yourself with smoothing out the full skirt of your dress and adjusting the discreet monitor in your right ear. 

“All you have to do is get ‘im to the roof. The lads ‘n I will take it from there, as planned.” He paused, taking a deep breath. “If anythin’ goes wrong, jus’ get yourself out alive, Honey.”

“Got it.” You adjusted your necklace, and sheepishly asked, “Is it centered?”

You could smell sweat and sandalwood when Ghost stepped closer, his broad armored chest just inches away from your body. His large, gloved fingers graced over your skin and hands, delicately centering the elegant piece with tactical precision. 

Brown eyes looked you up and down. “Looks good, Honey.” 

Ghost stepped back and his hands fell, one curling around his radio and the other limp on the rifle slung across his body. You burned underneath your dress.

After testing the comms and getting location reports, you gave Ghost a thumbs up and started walking to the palace down the street, rolling your shoulders back and taking a few deep breaths. You could feel his brown eyes burning a hole through you the entire time, so you made sure to sway your hips a bit more than you usually did while seductively strutting somewhere.

It hadn’t taken her long to reach the third floor and approach the tall paned window with the target, just as she’d been instructed to do in their final briefing. Watching Honey expertly navigate the gala and get the target attached to her side faster than the speed of light stirred something within Ghost. Whether it was admiration for her skill or arousal was unclear. Either way, he’d be lying if he said she didn’t look ravishing in her dress. He tilted his head and greedily peered through the scope one last time before tearing his eyes away and adjusting his position on the grassy hill.

Honey was as lethal as she was sweet, and if her saccharine smile didn’t instantly ensnare her target, her sugary tongue would. Instead of doling out compliments, she accepted them and kicked innuendos back; instead of making cringy puns and flashing finger guns, she bit her lip and tugged the target’s suit jacket. It was entirely different from who she was around the team on base, and Soap had made sure to emphasize that all bloody night. Even Gaz had chimed in a few times, both men trying to get him to comment. Ghost silently refused, skin flushing under his mask.

Now that she was closing in on the target, things had become even more heated. He looked at her through the scope again and listened. Ghost heard her laugh, the sound bubblier than the champagne in the flute she raised to her pretty lips. She took a sip right as Soap said the punchline of a joke, her shoulders rising and falling sporadically with a daintily covered cough. 

“Watch it, you twat, you made her choke,” Ghost snapped.

“Sorry, lass, sorry!” Soap crackled over the comms. There was a rustle. “In my final position. Eyes on Honey and the target, LT.”

“Gaz?”

“In my final position, LT, eyes on the extraction point,” Gaz replied, his voice set and sure.

“Captain Price will leave on your command to meet you and Sergeant MacTavish at the rendezvous point, Lieutenant,” Laswell buzzed in his ear. “Gaz, you go with Honey and the target.”

“Affirmative,” Gaz and Ghost responded.

“Affirmative. And, Laswell, you can call me Soap.”

“Negative, Sergeant.”

“Aye. Copy that, loud and clear.”

“Shut up, Soap.” Ghost grumbled.

They heard Honey giggle in response to another one of the usurper’s idiotic compliments, and Ghost saw her flirtatiously tap his arm with her knuckles. 

“Y’know, if she heard one of us say tha’ in the pub, we’d never hear th’end of it.”

Gaz hummed in agreement with Soap, and he couldn’t help but shake his head and smirk. Honey laughed again and clearly echoed another awful line the target gave her. Ghost could tell the grin splitting her pretty lips wasn’t genuine—her nose didn’t crinkle like it did when he deadpanned the punchline to a stupid joke or when Soap had called Price “Pa” a few weeks ago.

There was snickering over the comms. Ghost boldly asked, “Honey, take a drink if you meant for us t’hear that shite attempt at flirting.”

Soap cackled when the rim of the champagne flute touched her lips and her throat bobbed with a long sip.

“Well?” Gaz asked expectantly.

“Was a yes, Gaz,” Soap responded.

Ghost saw her eyes flutter closed as she pressed a chaste kiss to his cheek, and he grumbled; hopefully nobody had heard him. He was itching to move, his finger hovering over the trigger and his jaw clenching each time the target touched her.

“Right, Honey,” Ghost said, focusing the team again and settling himself down. “Once you’re on the roof, I’ll call Price—Gaz, move on my word or Honey’s, or when Price arrives. Soap, get to the rendezvous when I call Price. I’ll watch Honey and the target. Understood?”

Gaz and Soap gave him their affirmatives. Honey nodded, looking out the window and winking.

She looked back at the target and seductively bit her lip. “Do you think we could go somewhere a bit more…private?” Her query was laced with something sticky.

The target gave her his piss-poor attempt at a sultry smile, resting a hand against her neck and disturbing the necklace Ghost had adjusted earlier. 

He’d be lying if it didn’t make him want to shoot the git dead where he stood.

There was a quiet yes, and Honey said, “I’ve always wanted to be kissed under the stars.” She forced a coquettish giggle. “Well, kiss, and…more, if you catch my drift.”

The target leaned in and pressed a kiss on her right cheek, the act on full display to Ghost.

“That can be arranged, my sweet,” the target murmured, his voice tainting their comms and making Ghost roll his eyes. 

When the target abruptly gripped her waist and pushed her against the window, Ghost heard the faint sound of glass breaking and heard Honey force a playful comment about dropping her flute. Now, Honey’s back was to him, one of her hands flat against the window, her fingers splayed out. His clear shot was ruined. Ghost swore and Soap did as well.

“Target moved too far to my right. Can’t get a clear shot. LT?”

“Negative,” Ghost answered. “Honey, make a fist if you need back-up.”

Normally, he would’ve already had someone storming in to help if he wasn’t already, but Price had made it clear that this mission required tact. Ghost was on edge, but he had to trust Honey, even if the sight unfolding in the scope of his rifle made his skin crawl.

Honey clenched her fist.

“Affirmative. Gaz, Soap, hold your positions. Comms are quiet unless absolutely necessary.”

“Affirmative, LT,” the men immediately replied.

“Extraction is ready on your word. Get out of there—alive,” Laswell stressed over comms. 

“Affirmative,” Ghost sighed, his trigger finger ready and aching to move.

“Not here,” Honey mumbled. Her fist remained clenched, the other hand still clutching her tiny bag. 

She squealed in surprise when one of his hands dropped to grab her ass and squeeze. Ghost sharply inhaled, and he heard Soap clear his throat, holding back from asking for a visual on Honey.

“Not here, Johann,” Honey snapped, the sweetness quickly melting off her voice. “I want you, but I want you to touch me on the roof.”

The target’s other hand grabbed the other hidden cheek, fabric bunching up in his grip. “Want you here, you lovely little thing. Roof can come later.”

Honey gave him the tinkling laugh she shared with the team after showing them a video of a puppy or some other baby animal. Sometimes, Ghost smiled under his balaclava when it was thrown his way—but he’d never tell a soul.

This time, the sunny bells were a warning, and if the target didn’t do as she said, Ghost had a feeling he’d regret more than the coup. 

“If you say so.” Her voice was uncharacteristically dark, its hidden sharp edges revealed.

“Gaz, Soap, be ready for my word,” Ghost said as Honey pushed forward, her heel pressing her dress’s hem against the window.

Just as they both responded, a howl pierced the comms, making Ghost wince. The target was doubled over, and Honey was kicking off her heels, sending them flying towards the windows across the hall. She took a lunging step forward over the broken glass and adjusted her body before throwing a punch to the target’s left cheek. He staggered up and took an angry, sloppy swing at her, but she dodged it and kicked her heel into his knee to destabilize him so she could gut-punch him. The target dropped to the floor. Ghost’s mouth went dry, and his cock twitched as she grabbed a fistful of the target’s hair.

“We’re going to the goddamn roof,” Honey gritted out. 

When the target gave her a sly smile, she took a step back and let go before punching him again. The corner of Ghost’s mouth twitched with a smile when he saw the target staring at her with fear. She’d literally punched the smile off his ugly mug.

“On your fucking feet,” she growled, and he obliged. 

Though he stood, he fought her the whole way to the stair entrance, and each time, his resistance was met with another blow to the gut. Ghost hummed in approval. This honeybee had a wicked stinger and wasn’t afraid to use it.

When she disappeared from Ghost’s sight—still swearing and commanding the target up the stairs—he made the call to Price, then barked over comms, “Soap, rendezvous. Gaz, be ready to assist if Honey calls for it—and, Honey, Gaz is ready to help restrain the target.”

“Negative, LT,” he heard her pant. 

He saw her push the target through the door and onto the roof’s hidden balcony. Gaz was crouching down where he hid, his feet ready to run and his gun in his hands.

Ghost heard her sharply exhale and barely tracked her hand fly up to the target’s bicep. Then, he saw the target slump down to his knees and fall face-first to the ground. 

“Is the target alive?” Ghost hissed, impressed but angry. “If you killed him—”

“Affirmative, LT,” she interjected, catching her breath and pulling an orange bag out of her clutch and depositing something in it. “Just a sedative. He’s gonna take a nice nap during the flight home.”

She hummed a random tune—her favorite song, Ghost noticed—as she put the bag back in her clutch. Honey waved at Gaz when he came out of hiding and walked over to her. Ghost saw her nudge the target with a bare foot and proudly put her hands on her hips.

“Bloody hell, Honey!” Gaz exclaimed, shaking his head. “Did Price know?”

“Affirmative,” Price boomed through the comms. 

The helicopter came into view and Ghost stood up with a huff, slinging his rifle back across his body. He could see them helping Honey up onto the hovering ramp, her dress blowing in the wind. He chuckled before turning running into the forest behind him towards the rendezvous point.

“Headed your way, Lieutenant.”

“Affirmative, Captain,” Ghost replied as he came to a halt next to Soap in the clearing. 

“LT!” Soap exclaimed, yanking his earpiece out, mouth agape. “Th’fuck I’d miss?”

“Ask Gaz,” he said simply, earning a groan from Soap.

The chopper thrummed overhead as it descended. They ran towards the ramp as it lowered, Honey’s triumphant face illuminated by the hold’s red light. Ghost climbed in and sat beside her with a grunt. 

Once they were airborne and starting their flight back to base, Gaz described the scene Soap had only heard. Ghost noticed her diamond necklace was askew from her skirmish and hesitantly centered it. She gave him a soft smile and turned her head so her chin grazed over his covered knuckles. The gentle hum she gave him coated him in sticky-sweet syrup. “Honey” certainly was a perfect codename for her, he reckoned, contrasting her innocent sweetness and cutesy smiles with her impressive—and, at times, lethal—infiltration skills. 

Yeah, Ghost was stuck in her treacly trap—and he didn’t plan on escaping.

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Studyblr prompt Week 1 - My Study space

I usually study either my desk or by bed, but nobody is seeing my bed on here, and I did up my desk at the start of the summer to make it ADHD friendly, which I have been dying to show off, so this is the perfect opportunity to do so.

The peg board is not only aesthetically pleasing, it is an ADHD saviour. The clear storage means that I can actually see stuff so that way I dont forget that they exist. The pretty notebooks add the aesthetic which draws me in to study and makes it seem more appealing to my brain.

The temporary dumping box is where I throw things when I don't have the energy to put them away because it prevents mess and when I do have the energy, I don't have to pick everything up around the room because they're all in 1 spot.

A lot of people put up pictures of their goals, like their dream university, or the exam results that they want. I put up pictures of my grandparents (that's what's behind the hearts). If I turn out even 1% as amazing as any of them, I will die happy, because they are the most incredible people ever. I'm considering shuffling things around a bit so I can put up a picture of one of my aunties because she is beyond amazing and she is currently doing her masters in psychology (the field I want to go into) while raising her kids and being a carer. I don't use Pinterest for inspiration, my family is more than inspirational enough for me. I could go on for hours about how extraordinary each of them are, but I'll save yous the time.

The water bottle hole was probably for a pen holder, but neither of my pen mugs fit and it gives me a designated place to put my drink so that I don't forget about it, which is good because last time I checked humans need water and not just lucozade and coffee.

There are even more highlighters in the drawer because they are one of my special interests and I love them (I have more in my school pencil case and a full pencil case of highlighters)

Everything is visible with no covering or lids because I will forget that they exist. Adhd object impermance is a BIG thing in my house, and when I say big, I mean it.

The tumb tacs and paper clips are once again part of a stationary special interest that I have had since I was around 8

The different shaped sticky strips and sticky speech bubbles are for annotating things in a way that gets my brain to actually want to look at it. You might be recognising a recurring theme here. If it isn't right infront of me and looks fun, my brain doesn't cooperate.

The day planner is because I want to try to work out a way to do bullet journaling that works for ADHD. Like the way that it was originally created for. But all of the resources are aimed at neurotypicals and nobody can find resources on how to us it for ADHD anymore, even though that was the whole purpose of them (this is not hate towards any neurotypicals that use them, this is hatred of the fact that so many of our resources get shared to neurotypicals and then we lose access to them)

This was longer and more rambly than intended, but I'm both mentally and physically exhausted so I'll probably edit this tomorrow because once it goes into the drafts, it never comes out.

[gazs-blue-hat]

Whumptober Day 5: “It’s Broken.” (John Price X Reader)

Summary: Youur boyfriend John Price is not one for giving up, even when things seem the most dire.

Word Count: 1,225

TW: Combat. Burried under rubble, near-death experience, Broken Limb(s),Canon Typical Language. (LMK if I missed any)

It wasn't unusual for you and John Price to be stuck in a cramped space together. It was quite common! You two had shared your fair amount of scrappy safe houses and cars on long stakeout missions. But this cramped space...this one took the cake.

You and John had been pinned down literally and figuratively. At first, it had just been a bunch of enemy soldiers shooting at your team, but as things got more and more intense, it was clear that an airstrike needed to be called in.

Now you and John were pinned down by a building that wasn't supposed to be in the range of the airstrike. Clearly...someone had messed up. You could see John, he was lying across from you, your faces only a foot apart. His eyes were open but not focusing.

"Captain..Captain, can you hear me?" You couldn't hear your voice from the ringing in your ear. When you did speak, there was a splitting pain making itself clear at your side. You looked down as far as you could and you almost threw up at the sight.

Your arm was bent at a horrific angle. The elbow was facing the wrong way and your wrist hung a bit to the side. It didn't look like any of the bones had broken the skin so that was a positive. When you tried to wiggle your fingers though...there was no movement. Nerve damage then.

Across from you, John groaned softly and blinked his eyes, focusing them on you.

"You broken?" He asked softly, coughing up some dust. You huffed an almost silent laugh, the rubble pressing on your tac vest making it hard to inhale all the way.

"Yeah, my arm is fucked. Can't wiggle my fingers in the slightest. I think it's broken at the elbow and the wrist, but I can't be sure." You would have lifted your arm to show him but there was another piece of rubble pinning your shoulder down.

"Well, that can't feel good," John grumbled as he tried to move some of the rubble. There was a loud groaning above you as a rain of concrete dust fell on the two of you. He was able to shimmy his hand to his tac vest and crack one of the glow sticks there. A dull green light filled the small space and he was able to see your dusty face.

"That's the funny bit...I can't feel it at all." Your words were sounding a bit more clear now that your ears were having a chance to recover from the horribly loud sound of the explosion earlier.

"I wouldn't call that funny," John grumbled and groaned as he shifted as best he could. As he moved, rubble groaned and shifted above him.

"Stop. Stop moving John. The rubble will all come down if you keep wiggling like that." Your voice was growing hoarse as you struggled to take in more air. You felt the tension of the ceramic plates in your vest snap as a loud crack split the air.

A sharp pain shot through your chest as the ceramic plates gave way to the pressure of the rubble on top of you. You would have screamed if you could, but all the air had been smushed out of you.

"Hey..hey love, love. Talk to me. Talk to me, darling." John reached out to you, gripping your hand in his tightly. His warm hand was grounding and you took a sharp breath.

"Fuck me...it hurts." Your words were a wheeze and a bubble of blood started to crawl up your throat. You locked eyes with your captain.

"Don't. Don't you even start lookin' at me like that. You're gonna be fine. You're gonna make it out of this alright." His words were starting to blur together, not making any sense.

"Have you..have you tried your..your radio?" You cough, sending a spatter of blood onto the ground next to your face. John nodded his head.

"It's well and truly broken love. How...". He trails off and looks at your radio, still clipped to your throat. It wasn't broken.

"Darling, I need you to reach your mic with your hand. Can you do that for me? Just reach up and tap the button." His hand gripped yours tightly, trying to give you some strength.

"Captain...I can't. I can't feel my hand. I can't." You were tearing up and a few salty drops slipped down your face. John nodded and looked into your eyes.

"You can. You can do it. Do it for me, darling. Do it for me." He was begging now, his own eyes welling with tears at your devastated expression. You took as deep of a breath as you could and you shifted your arm.

The pain was incredible. It radiated from your shoulder down to your elbow. That is where the sensation stopped. You couldn't feel your fingers or your wrist. You lifted your hand, the bones grating aggressively and audibly in the quiet of the small space you were cramped in. Your arm lifted, slowly, until your hand grazed your neck and fell.

"I can't. I..I can't. John, I can't." Your words came in a breathless whisper as your bloodied fingers remained still against your neck. John looked towards where your hand was placed. Directly on the transmitter button

"Don't move love. Keep your hand just there. You're doin' so well. So proud of you. Just keep your hand there and everything will be alright." John continued to speak to you, but you couldn't quite hear right anymore. You could hear the sound of rubble shifting above you two. You could hear your heart thumping in your ears. You felt...cold all of a sudden. The pain wasn't there anymore.

John watched with horror as your eyes began to flutter closed. He squeezed your hand tightly, feeling the grip you had on his hand loosen.

"No. Keep those pretty eyes on me, love. They're on their way. The boys are on the way..." He was able to tell the boys through your mic where you two had gone down. He could hear the sound of shouting above them and the heavy thumps of rubble being shifted.

"Darling, they're right above us. You did so well. I'm so proud of you love. So proud. Just stay awake for a little bit longer."

Your eyes focused and fell on him. He was smiling at you, his face covered with dust and sweat. You didn't know why, but he had never seemed more attractive than in this moment.

"When we get out of here...I'm gonna put a ring on your finger. I'm gonna marry you and make you mine forever." He continued to whisper softly to you, trying to keep you awake. Light erupted from above as the faces of Johnny, Kyle, and Simon looked down at you.

"We got them! Get medical over here!" Kyle shouted as he lifted his hand in the air.

"Jesus...their arm is all...fucked up." Johnny hissed while turning away from the broken limb.

"That's clear," Simon said bluntly. while rolling his eyes.

The other thing that was clear, was the satisfied smile on your face. Your boys had come, and soon you were gonna marry the love of your life.

Perhaps getting blown up and buried wasn't so bad after all.

[bobafetts-princess]

Suprise!

Have a Ghost drabble 😊

Pairings: Ghost x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1600 words

Warnings: masturbation, fantasizing about someone (is that a warning?) NO PiV, reader is a shit who gets under Ghost’s skin. Soap helps

Summary: Ghost can’t stop thinking about you, in every way

He watches you stretch up on your tiptoes to reach something off the top shelf and he has to inhale deeply to keep himself calm. He desperately wants to go help you but he knows you’ll refuse it. He’s never felt this way about a woman before, this deep, possessive need for you. But there’s something about you, something that makes you different. Women rarely get this far in the military, mostly due to misogyny especially this deep into spec-ops and he respects you for it. You hold your own, you don’t take the boys shit, and you’re beyond capable. Ghost isn’t sure what it is that draws him in the most, your beauty, your brain, or your capabilities, but he knows that watching you constantly doesn’t help.

But still, he can’t look away. Especially as you reach up higher, stretching further, and grab the box of cereal someone placed up there. He groans internally, thinking about how you’d look with your tac pants around your ankles, shoved up on your tiptoes with his cock buried in your pussy. He thinks about the breathy sounds you’d make as he thrusts into you again and again. He’s got to stop thinking about it or he’s not going to be able to stand up for the next half hour. But then he hears you laugh and his eyes focus back in on you, now hopped up on the counter as you reach for bowls that are…..for some reason also on the top shelf. You’re on your knees and Simon’s staring straight as your perky ass, bubbly and round in your pants and he’s gotta shake thoughts of what it would look like reddened by his handprints out of his head.

“Guys. Did you put everything on the top shelf?” You ask but Simon can tell you’re amused by the silly little prank. You’re sitting on the counter now, bowl in one hand and cereal in the other, the army green of the tank top you’re wearing complimenting your skin tone. He can’t stop the thought about fisting the material and pulling it over your head as he’s got two fingers buried inside you.

“Aye lass,” Soap chuckles and Simon’s hand tightens on his water bottle. Gaz and Roach are hanging out in the kitchen too, but it’s pretty clear who’s joke this was. He’s pretty sure the two of you aren’t fucking, but the way Soap’s hands fall on your waist to help you down is very familiar. He murmurs something to you, something that makes you laugh, and Simon has to tamp down the rage building in his bones at it. You pour your bowl of cereal, Soap’s chest pressed against your shoulder as he whispers nonsense in your ear. For the briefest flash of a moment Simon wonders what you’d look like pressed between the two of them, but he gets rid of the thought with a shake of his head.

“Y’alright Ghosty?” The Scotsman asks, eyes flipping to the grip Simon has on his water bottle.

“Fine,” Simon snaps, the bite in his tone more apparent than he intended.

“Alright well Blue Jay here asked you a question,” he drawls, speaking a little slower to make sure Simon’s paying attention. Your call sign draws his attention, usually Soap uses your government name. You’d been gifted the call sign after you’d gotten separated from the others on a mission and managed to take down 4 fully armed guards with just a hunting knife. Price had given you the name, laughing when the others asked him why.

“Ya ever seen a Blue Jay? Pretty birds but mean as fuck. They’ll peck ya with their beaks the same way Blue took down those guards with only a knife. I think it’s fitting,” he’d explained.

“My apologies, what did you ask?” Simon says, his eyes making contact with your own. He tries to soften his tone, make it seem like he’s not riled up and frustrated.

“I asked if you’d get up there and get me a spoon, since Soap here put all the utensils up there too and won’t get me one. And I don’t feel like climbing on the counters again,” Soap chuckles, clearly pleased with his own joke. Ghost stands, stalking towards the two of you. Soap clears out but you don’t, standing your ground even as he encroaches on your space.

“Which cabinet are they?” He snips, annoyed at being this close to you without being allowed to put his hands on you.

“This one,” you say as you point straight up at the cabinet above your head. You’re leaning back against the counter, chin tipped up slightly as you take in Simon’s form. He’s not wearing the tac-vest, but he’s still huge towering over you.

“You gonna move, Blue?” Ghost drawls.

“Nope,” you respond. Ghost calls your bluff, stepping further into your space, one of his thick arms brushing against you. The cabinet is still open and he leans forwards to reach for a spoon. His chest brushes against yours and his nostrils flare as he feels the heat of you. Dirty little minx, he thinks to himself as he presses further against you and feels your breasts against him. His hands grope around for a spoon and he’s not having any luck finding one. Reaching further, his hips press against yours and he has to fight for control when he hears your sharp inhale. He’s so distracted looking for the spoon and trying his damndest not to get hard that he doesn’t hear the rattle of a drawer.

“Where in the bloody-“ he starts, glancing down at you, now wearing a Cheshire Cat grin as you hold the spoon you pulled out of the open drawer on your right. Soap busts out laughing but stops when Ghost turns that deadly stare onto him.

“Think that’s funny, do ya?” He snaps at you, leaning down and placing hands on either side of your torso. He revels in the flash of fear he sees in your eyes, he’s a scary man and you should be afraid of him. But it turns into something else, something Simon is afraid to pinpoint in case he’s wrong about it. But you swallow hard, setting the bowl down and speaking.

“Actually, I do, Lieutenant,” you mouth curls around the term in a way that gets Simon’s blood hot and he has to get out of here, has to get away from you before he makes you say it that way over and over again, preceded by a thank you as he fills you to the brim. Before he watches you wince because his cock is just a touch too big for your sweet pussy.

But he can’t do any of those things because he’s your Lieutenant, your superior, most certainly not your lover. But when his eyes flick back to yours, there’s no mistaking the lust in your eyes as you look at him. There’s no mistaking the way your chest heaves as his eyes glide across it. No mistaking the way you squirm when he growls in his throat. He wants you, wants you so bad and you want him too.

But Price walks in and the electricity of the moment snaps and he shoves away from the counter, his mind filled with images of you begging for it harder from him. Begging for his hand around your throat. On your knees, eyes watering as he shoves his cock down your pretty little throat. He’s half mast as he shoves past Price, who isn’t even phased by Ghost’s temper.

“What happened to you, Blue?” He asks you and Simon can only imagine how you look. Eyes wide, mouth slack, skin flushed. He’s sure you look flustered and pride flares in his chest that he’s the reason you are. His heavy boots stomp down the hall to the showers and if the floor wasn’t concrete he’s pretty sure he’d be leaving footprints with how hard he’s stepping.

He makes it to the showers, undressing in a rush as he flips the water on. His mask stays on as he slips under the hot water, it only reaches chest height anyways, images of you flitting through his mind. He thinks about you, bent over and back arched, taking him so deep you can’t put words together. He thinks about sending you out into the wilderness and tracking you down, taking you hard over a broken log when he finally catches you. He thinks about your face and what it would feel like to press his mouth against yours, to shove his tongue down your throat.

Ghost thinks about the way you’d feel when you come all over his cock, the soft little moan you’d give him and the way your nails would bite into his skin. He thinks about the way he wouldn’t pull out, not for all the money in the world and how he’d make you go back to work with his spend dripping down your thighs and soaking your panties. It’s that final image that gets him to release, the image of him putting your soaked panties back on so you can soak them through for an entirely different reason, then watching you shift all day as he leaks out of you.

He comes, spurting hard against the shower door, groaning your name as he does. The blood roars in his ears and he can’t hear a damn thing for a solid thirty seconds. He doesn’t hear the door open. Doesn’t hear the sound of your feet as you enter the bathroom. He does hear your voice though, echoing through the bathroom.

“Ghost?”

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[the-cat-sorcerer]

Here is the master post for my tadc au,

The amazing circus!

creative I know

Characters:

Caine

Bubble

Moon

Sun

Gloink queen

N,p,c

Pomni

Jax

Ragatha

Kinger

Zooble

Gangle

Kaufmo, queenie and mopsie

Princess loolilalu

N,P,C (sweet edition)

Gummigoo

Chad

Max

The fudge and mama goo

Important info:

Height charts

Pyjamas!

Circus layout 1

Circus layout 2

Layout of the circus in the castle

Spotify Playlist

Extra:

Zoobles wheelchair The dogs Game night Wheelie wheelie! Nicknames Nicknames 2 Walking home Pomnis first day drawing Kingers dove(s) Dr football Jax being annoying Kaufmo quit? Door sign insect collection cooking failure spider removal instruments! Pollys chair nap time childhood glass eye pillows Jeffrey weird dream silly little outfits strong caine episode 2 dancing what (gender) even are you? Honse chit chat doggos backscratcher dress up horse truck moons diary Beach episode Beach episode 2 box war!!! The knife game Gummigoos crock audio book bug catcher alt outfits 'student chart' dress up

[tired-and-ticklish]

Charlie Morningstar TK Headcanons

Ler

Loves tickling as a bonding exercise and is very gentle most of the time

Sometimes, however, she can become the Hotel's most feared tickle monster (After Alastor, of course)

Found out Vaggie was ticklish by accident. During one time where Vaggie was tickling her, Charlie shot her hand out and squeezed the ex-angel's side, causing her to squeal.

She loves drawing, and she love drawing on people even more

She draws on people's stomachs a lot, and draws things she thinks match them (Example: Card suits on Husk, hearts and cute little pig faces on Angel, bows or Xs and Os (hugs and kisses) on Vaggie, etc)

A big tickle game person (having someone try to hold still, or playing tic-tac-toe on someone's stomach)

When in demon form, she uses her tail to tickle people

Will do a 'bubble hug' to people. Basically, hugging them/lifting them so her face is near their stomach, and then raspberrying them to cheer the person up.

"Come on, it's called the 'Happy Hotel' for a reason!"

Lee

Canonically ticklish, and not at all shy about it.

Lucifer and Lilith would often tickle her to cheer her up

Worst spots: Hooves, Tail, Hips, Ears, and Neck

Vaggie can't resist giving her so many tickly neck kisses

If you really get her laughing, Charlie will eventually bleat like a goat, much to her own embarrassment

Mainly tickled by Vaggie, Lucifer (when they make up), and Alastor.

She's all for any kinds of tickling: Soft, rough, games, doesn't matter, she'll love it.

Most of the time she asks when she's in a lee mood, but sometimes she likes to play around and annoy people into tickling her.

Absolutely screams when Vaggie tickles her with her wings (Once she gets those back)

Can be a brat sometimes

"Hehehe... is that... all you got?"

[abbu0414]

Equal Obsession (Simon Riley x Reader)

This is a little out of my writing comfort zone so please give me feedback if there's anything I can do better!

Word Count: 855

♪ Song to Listen To: Obsession by Mellina Tey

You had met at a bar when he was home from his most recent mission. Most people would be scared by the scars littering his face, or the way he stood around his friends with a scary demeanor. But for some reason, he drew you in. Your friends advised against going to him to talk and to figure out who he was. But you couldn’t help yourself, how could you not go over there? Sure he was around other tall scary looking men, except the one with the mohawk, he seemed friendly enough considering he had started a conversation with one of your friends earlier and exchanged numbers with them.

He was hunched over the bar, with a whiskey in hand, already asking for another from the bartender. You muster up the courage to walk over there and ask for a Jim Beam and Coke from the bartender. Ghost peaks over at you from the corner of his eye, raising a brow. 

“Didn’t take you as a whiskey drinker, love.”

You slowly turn your head, looking up at this 6’1 man with the most beautiful brown eyes and dirty blonde hair you’ve ever seen. 

“A lot of people say that, what about me makes you say that?” You ask, chuckling lightly. He looks at you up and down. You couldn’t tell if he was checking you out, or figuring out what to say. He takes a sip of his drink and sets it on the bartop. 

“You look young.” He responds blankly. It was true you did look young in his eyes. It didn’t matter that you were 21 and he was just brushing 28.  Maybe it was because you didn’t see the horrors of war or people dying everyday. You looked bright. Fresh. Like you didn’t know what the true, cruel ways of the world were. And maybe that’s why he was so drawn to you. You were like an angel sent down by the Gods themselves. But why would they do that to him? He was a bad man that did bad things everytime he put on his tac-vest and loaded his mag. Why would they tempt him like that? It was scary how bad he wanted you and he knew it. He would be so good to you, he would devote his entire being to you…and make sure another man’s name would never leave those pretty lips of yours. He was obsessed. He clocked you as soon as you walked through the bar doors with your bright, bubbly friends. Your words ripped him out of his spiraling thoughts.

“I think my dear old Dad would be proud of my drink choice. And I don’t think 21 is that young, maybe a little young to have taste for a Beam and Coke, but not that young.” You tested the waters to see if he would bite, and sure enough, he did. God, you were so tempting to his desires. He would ruin you, that’s for sure. But maybe that’s what you wanted. You had been in and out of relationships, but they were all in the boy mindset, nothing serious came out of any of those relationships other than crappy dates and making out. 

You wanted a man this time, someone who knew what they were doing. This is why you also clocked him as soon as you came in. There was something about him that was so dark, and you liked it. His eyes spoke to you, but they were saying things like stay away. Did you ever listen? No, and you can thank your Dad for that. Your father had been in the Navy for over 20 years and you had learned the depths of what he did and what military people are capable of. You just hid it better than Ghost did. It was obvious he was active duty, the engraved lines in his face were like reading an open book.

After a slight chuckle Ghost replies, “I’d ruin you, you know that right?” It’s like he could read your mind. He puts his finger under your chin and lifts it to look at him. His cologne and whiskey breath was enough to sedate you for life, God it was so addicting. You could feel your knees begin to buckle, but you stood your ground. You let out a shaky breath and swallow looking at his lips and then into his eyes and he notices. The room was getting hotter, and noisier, but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. All you wanted was his hands on your face again. Your skin was cold without his touch and you didn’t like it. 

“Have you ever considered that maybe that’s what I want?” You whisper. He grins and lets your face go. 

“Is that so?” 

“Eyes don’t lie.” You say in a soft but knowing tone.

Trying to keep himself from taking you on the bartop right there, he speaks with absolute certainty. “You won't even remember your own name when I’m done with you.” 

“Is that a challenge?” You respond with a tilt of your head and upturn of your lips.

Part 2?

[dis-trict9]

Bubble Gum (little MinSung thing 🤭)

Warnings: MinSung, Gay, boy x boy, this is as idols but no fans find out, boy kissers, transferring things from mouth to mouth

ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/58606765

word count: 507

Minho sucked in his breath.

Why was he worried? He just brushed his teeth, flossed, and had mouth-wash swashing around in his mouth for about 30 seconds. If his breath smelt like anything, it should be mint.

He sat with his back against the wall, his eyes fixed in front of him as he’s lost in his thoughts. So lost, in fact, that he doesn’t see one of his younger members walk up to him. “Minho-Hyung?” The younger says, not quite getting the older’s attention so, he snaps his fingers and even claps to get Minho out of his thoughts.

Minho jumps as his attention is brought to the younger. He looks down slightly, Jisung being an inch or so shorter but considering he’s in platform boots now, there’s a bit more of a difference than there would be normally.

“Yes..?” “You seemed lost in thought… You alright? Nervous about the fan meet?” The younger asks, cutting himself off before he can start ranting about crazier fans and that the rest of the Stray Kids’ members, the guards and maybe even other STAYs will protect him if anything happens.

“Not necessarily about the fan meet but… more so my breath, if you will…”

Minho says, just slightly shy about why he’s so nervous. Again, if anything, his breath should smell like mint instead of his brain telling him that it smells like raw fish.

“That’s it? You’re worried about how your breath smells? Have you brushed and flossed?”

Minho nods at the younger’s question, answering all of them in one go without having to open his mouth once.

“Well, if you’re that worried… Do you have any gum left?” “No, I gave my last piece to Yongbokkie.”

Minho answers, sounding a bit pissed at himself for giving it to the younger sunshine for pretty much no reason.

Jisung nods, licking his lips a bit. He just ate his last piece but, he could think of one other thing.

“Do you trust me, Hyung?”

Jisung asks, and without pondering for a second, Minho nods. Of course he trusted Jisung. They were best friends! But, he never expected what the younger was going to do, considering he is Jisung after all, normally a tad-bit anxious about things depending on what they were.

Without thinking straight, Jisung pressed his lips to the older’s parting his to let his pink bubble gum slip from his lips, passed Minho’s, and into the other’s mouth.

Jisung pulled away, looking down with his eyes, his head still facing Minho who was flushed, to say the least. 

“It’s bubble gum. I know you normally like mint or something but, it was my last piece and I ran out of my tic-tac mints…” Jisung says before turning to walk away. “I’ll see you at the table?”

He asks. Minho simply nodding, not quite registering what had just happened even if it had been about seven seconds after.

Let’s just say, that type of affection went from being a first time thing to a multiple time thing.

[deathmetalangel]

Hello there!

I wanted to ask for a request, only if you want though ^^'

What about some Hcs with Rose Quartz, Garnet, Lapis Lazuli y Peridot (sepparetly) reacting to a 13 year old fem!Gem!reader (who has very bad trust issues and avoids physical contact at all costs due to past trauma about being betrayed and puffed)

Coming to them crying after and tackling them into a hug them while rambling about how Amethist said that if she misbehawed Pearl was going to puff her (wich was obviosly a joke)

BAD JOKE HEADCANONS (GEMS X FEM! READER/PLATONIC)

warnings: mentions of poofing, ptsd

backstory: y/n is still a “new” gem only emerging from the ground about thirteen years prior to meeting the gems; however, almost all of that was spent in a bubble after being poorer by their original group of gems. some old homeworld loyalists that came to earth to hopefully “defeat” the crystal gems.

ROSE QUARTZ

- she feels SO bad

- rose was very patient with y/n after finding her so she knew about her boundaries and physical touch being a huge one

- so when she came up to her and just hugged her she knew something was wrong

- even if it was silly, she knew that y/n didn’t yet understand jokes and took everything quite literal

- comforts them by letting them cry and just being so understanding

- “take your time y/n. it’s okay, i’m here. don’t worry. amethyst was just teasing.”

- once she’s calmed down she explains that pearl said it as a joke mostly out of annoyance. she meant no actual harm

- brings her back to the temple to help her talk to amethyst about why she can’t joke like that

- even brings pearl over to have her assure y/n she would never do such a thing

- rose just wants y/n to know she’s safe with the crystal gems

- 10/10 very very comforting

GARNET

- y/n came running up to her while she was in the bubble room

- she knew it was serious because it was a place y/n tended to avoid because of what happened to her before they found her

- she just clings onto garnet crying about how amethyst told her pearl was going to poof her if she wasn’t a good crystal gem

- garnet seen it in a very unlikely reality so she was surprised that it actually happened

- garnet kneels down with y/n and just consoles her by petting her hair

- y/n can’t help but hold onto garnet for protection

- “amethyst was only joking. i predicted no real danger in your future. i understand your fear, but i assure you y/n. you are in no danger here.”

- ruby was a bit annoyed at amethyst as she knew fully well what you went through, but felt nothing wrong with her joke

- sapphire knew it was just a off handed comment to rile y/n up during a training session

- “take your time y/n. i know the thought of being poofed is traumatic. you have nothing to be ashamed of. i’ll make sure amethyst apologizes. it wasn’t right of her to say that.”

- pearl is even shocked amethyst says that

- promises she would never ever

- allows y/n to stay close by her side for a while even after amethyst apologizes

- 20/10 i love my red and blue moms

LAPIS LAZULI

- while lapis wasn’t one for touch either, when y/n came barreling into her arms she knew something serious happened

- it wasn’t unlike her to not take things very seriously, but she could tell that y/n was terrified

- “hey, what happened?”

- she honestly doesn’t know how to react much

- when y/n explains it lapis was so annoyed at amethyst

- “don’t worry. pearl won’t do anything. amethyst is just being mean. don’t let her get to you.”

- “but why would she say that?”

- hearing y/n cry broke her heart tbh

- “who knows. amethyst is weird. just ignore her like i do, but if her or pearl do every try anything don’t hesitate to come to me. i won’t let them do anything i promise.”

- after all y/n was just a terrified gem like they once were

- convinced them to calm down by just continuously promising she was strong enough to protect both of them (which she definitely was)

- 9/10 a bit awkward at first but great after

PERIDOT

- peridot had no idea what was happening when y/n just straight tackled them while bawling her eyes out

- “uh did you know you’re crying?”

- “amethyst said pearl was going to poof me if i acted up or misbehaved! they promised me they were different! they all said they were nothing like the agates!”

- y/n cries while holding onto peridot

- she may be awkward, but she knew you were genuinely scared

- holds her slowly so she doesn’t flinch and let’s y/n cry

- “i’m sure that clod amethyst was just playing one of her pranks. she never does know when to stop. i mean, you know earth gems. they’re all so rowdy.”

- tries to console y/n as best she can

- “the pearl wouldn’t poof you. if anything she’d want to poof me. besides steven wouldn’t let that happen.”

- her awkward jokes and stiff touch kind of do cheer y/n up

- “why would amethyst say that though? that’s so mean!”

- “amethyst also eats dirt and old dumpster donuts. i wouldn’t worry about her too much. besides. us two are much more superior gems! she’s probably just jealous.”

- peri helps wipe her tears

- “y-yeah peridot. i guess you’re right.”

- “i’m always right!”

- 11/10 awkward but funny

[ask-ii-bfdi-shipkiddos]

@xinnamonbun

CreatorNotes: for ii:

Flashlight - 17

Tarot - 17

BJ - 17

Candy - 16

Glowstick - 14

Chili - 13

Micro - 13

Cheesecake Cup - 12

Origami - 11

Oatmeal - 11

Choco - 11

Nex - 8

Potpourri - 7

Fern - 6

Key - 4

Paprika - 3

For bfdi:

Toothpick - 16

Wrap - 16

Tac - 15

Donut Hole - 15

Petal - 14

Petaly - 14

Birdie - 14

Toy Block - 13

Asey - 13

Ben - 13

Void - 12

Rose Quartz - 12

Lily - 12

Cinna - 11

Lake Drop - 11

Lampy - 11

Ice Tray - 10

Bud - 9

Bubble Blower - 8

Dynamite - 8

Throw Pillow - 7

El - 6

Mini - 5

Gunpowder - 1