#why cant i shrink down and be tiny

[mintymisc]

✍🏻 i am a baby i should not be at work i should be in a playpen stacking blocks

[revelboo]

laying my coveted collection of three (3) muppet dvds down at your feet/general offering table. my soul for some bluestreak, if you wanna. if not then enjoy the muppets- but! i never knew they did cover songs for stuff like "got my mind set on you" by george harrison and kokomo until recently!! or that bluestreak brought "the muppets take manhattan" with him onto the lost light!! idk i really like the mental image of this giant sci-fi robot next to kermit the frog, not doing anything in specific or whatever, just... vibing. if some cybertronians think humans are like weird protoforms, i cant help but wonder what they think of muppets, ykwim??? either way, have a happy new year!!

Blue needs some love and he’s such a goober sometimes. I can see him absently humming Rainbow Connection

Where I Belong Pt 10

Bluestreak x Reader

• Carrying you back to his quarters, he absently rubs a servo against you and warms when you hook an arm around it to hug him. “Sorry about worrying you. I didn’t want to bother Ratchet and it wasn’t really that bad. I’ve seen worse and-” Trailing off when you look up at him. Because he knows he’s rambling, but you don’t huff at him. Don’t tell him to shut up. You never do and every time you don’t his spark aches with it. With all the things he wants to say, but doesn’t dare. “Sorry.”

• When he smiles that self-depreciating smile, that sense of a lost boy lifts through you again. He’s older than you, much older, but still it’s there in the fear you see in his optics sometimes. An unsettled feeling you don’t know how to deal with, but that makes you think the smiles and chatter on the surface are all for show. That he’s still reaching for you like he had that first time, desperate and afraid. “Don’t apologize. Just take care of yourself. I like having you around.”

• Do you? No one else does and his servos flex around you as he lets himself into his quarters and sits on the side of his berth with you. Reluctant to give up your warmth. Feels bad about clinging to you like he does, but can’t make himself stop. Optics shuttering as he braces for the rejection, he mass shifts. Hears you yelp as you end up in his lap and he wraps his arms around you, chin on top of your head. “I like having you around, too.”

• Heart racing, you shudder and try to shake off that awful feeling of falling. Not even sure why you’re surprised by anything at this point when you live with a giant alien robot. Shrinking? Sure. Why not? “Warn me before you do that next time.” Or you might get sick on him. Distracted when he so gently curls his fingers around your wrist and pulls it to him. Watching him line up his palm with yours and even smaller, his hand dwarfs yours.

• “Sorry.” You’ve always been so small and fragile to him, but putting himself closer to your size really drives it home. Your hand so tiny in his. “I just wanted to hold you. And I can’t normally because you’re so small and you’re still small. I feel like you’re going to break,” he murmurs, embarrassed. You’re always touching his servos, hugging them, trying to comfort him. He wanted to return it, but still can’t. Like he can’t begin to explain how much he loves you for being with him. For not abandoning him when he’d needed you. For keeping him from being so alone.

• “I’m not made of glass.” Shifting more to sit across his lap, you reach back and find his other arm and pull it around you. Encouraging him to hold you like he’d wanted and you lay your head against him, seeing his door wings lift from the corner of your eye. “See?” You can hear his internal systems and the thrum of his spark as he cautiously rests his hand on your hip. “This is okay.” Breath catching as his head dips and his cheek brushes yours. That hand still curled around yours tugging so he can brush his mouth against the inside of your wrist, his optics still shuttered. That gentle touch spreading warm through you.

Previous

[bigwishes]

I wish to be the biggest and stupidest jock I can be.

Sure thing, seems easy enough

First I think it seems only fitting to blow you up and stuff you in an uncomfortable skin tight poser. Its the only thing you fit in now after all, even if you had clothes tailor made you'll find that you grow out of them almost instantly until you are standing there in nothing but that poser.

and I wouldn't try to buy anything bigger than what I've given you because you'll find that it shrinks down until it feels like the worst muscle wedgie you've every felt along with cock crushing pressure in the front, so get used to being uncomfortable.

The saving grace here is you are enchanted by your own muscles, you cant stop feeling yourself and flexing, in fact you are so dumb you are almost 100% sure the guy in the mirror is just your boyfriend, of course all that flexing and self worship is going to give you the strongest hard on you've ever felt in your life, so hard that you wanna drop to your knees and make yourself cum on the spot.

The only issue is that tiny microscopic brain of yours, your big muscles get in the way and you are unable to touch your own dick, let alone jerk off, but you are too stupid to realise that so like a dumb ape trying to reach an apple through the bars at the zoo you spend hours trying to reach down between your own legs only to stand up stumped as to why you couldn't.

[sp00kcanwrite]

CLOVIS X POSEIDON! READER

Warnings?: Tiny bit of angst but mostly fluff

People can talk A LOT.

You know that because almost immediately after being claimed by Poseidon the entire camp was buzzing with people talking about YOU.

Even as you hid behind the Poseidon cabin you could hear everyones whispers, and you could practically see the fear in their eyes.

you thought after spending years unclaimed In the Hermes cabin people would be happy you got claimed even though a small voice in your head knew why they weren't but they weren't. Instead they all avoided you, friends of over 3 years? gone like the wind.

Your alone, especially since Percy went missing. Annabeth cant even look at you, It hurts.

tears cloud your vision and you sniffle slightly. Maybe somebody can hear you, but behind the Poseidon cabin was somewhere nobody would go.

Crunch

oh you were wrong.

"Sorry, I thought nobody was..sorry." A soft voice flooded your ears, a familiar voice. It was Clovis.

You quickly wiped at your tears and coughed, turning your face away so he couldn't see your red puffy eyes and snotty nose.

"why are you even here,Clovis." it came out harsher then intended, but Clovis didn't mind. he just sat next to you with a soft smile.

"Hey, I heard you got claimed by Poseidon."

A wave of anxiety and anger washed over you, "So what?!" you whipped around to look at him. You knew you didnt look intimidating, nobody could with teary eyes and a wavering voice.

But you couldn't stop yourself from wishing that he'd think you were terrifying and leave you before you got even more attached.

You wished Clovis would just go away, get angry at you, shout, hell angrily fall asleep and dream about hitting you. but he didn't. He let you yell, and wave your arms, and cry out of frustration.

Because as soon as you tired yourself out and sat down again, he'd be there to comfort you.

"Ya'know, even if your a big 3 kid..it doesn't mean anything to me." He began, moving closer to you. Staring at him like he was crazy made him shrink into his oversized orange shirt.

"I know your angry, and tired, and you probably hate me right now but..even with that stupid claim-" he grabbed your hand, and you didn't feel like pulling away for once.

"Your still..you. The same person who laughed at Mr.D once and got 3 weeks punishment of cleaning the horse stables."

you Snickered,and suddenly the tears on your cheek felt numb. he intertwined his fingers with yours, he loved your laugh.

He loved the way your eyes crinkle when you smile, he loves how your always in trouble, he loves you. Not the claim, or your godly parent, you.

But right now he knew that you didn't need to know that. Because right now you needed a friend, living proof that your claim doesn't change anything.

You needed Clovis, your best friend.

and when you needed Clovis, your lover, he'd be there like always.

Idk how many words this is.

[s1desn4cks]

Jax Snax (v0re)

Pomni is stressed out after the latest adventure, and Jax decides to help calm her down by hiding her in an unconventional way.

Aka, my little headcannon that Pomni will physically shrink if she’s stressed enough, as a way of making herself literally smaller to avoid problems and stay out of the way.

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“Why am I the one who has to?” Jax complained to Caine, who had told him to gather everyone for the day’s adventure.

“You’re the one with keys to everyone’s room!” Caine floated over to him, throwing his arms up in a gesture of exaggeration. Jax rolled his eyes and sighed.

“Whatever.” Jax started pulling keys from seemingly nowhere as he walked towards the hallway of rooms. He knocked on everyone’s doors, and unlocked anyone’s who didn’t answer, making sure they were awake. His sarcastic attitude annoying the others as they quickly pushed him out of their rooms, or grumbled and told him they’d be there in a bit. When he got to Pomni’s room, he leaned against the door and knocked.

“Newbie, c’mon. Ain’t got all day.” Jax rolled his eyes when there was no answer after a few minutes. “Pomni, c’mon. It’s been a week already get used to it.” He snapped, annoyed. “Look I don’t want to be waking you either, but you can’t just ignore me.” Jax grabbed the key to her room, unlocking it quickly and opening the door. “Pomni-“ He stopped, not sure what to make of what he was seeing. In front of him was a tiny Pomni, only about half her normal size if even that. “Damn and I thought you were short before.” Jax joked. Pomni looked at the ground nervously, and Jax took a step back as she shrunk another good few feet in front of his eyes. “Well, that’s new.” He stared, not sure what else to say. A small glitch made its way onto Pomni’s hand as she looked up at Jax.

“Hey-“ Pomni quickly hid her glitching hand behind her back. Jax however, wasn’t stupid. He’d seen the glitching hand, and the fact that Pomni had quite literally shrunk in front of his eyes.

“Okay yeah. What’s wrong.” Jax leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed as he stared at Pomni.

“I uh, don’t know what you mean. Besides the obvious, you know, stuck in a literal digital nightmare, heh.” Pomni spoke quickly, refusing to look directly at Jax as she shrank another few inches, wanting to get away from the conversation.

“Anyone ever tell you you’re a bad lier?” Jax tilted his head, his eyes narrowed at Pomni. Pomni let out a nervous laugh, hugging herself and shrinking another few inches. The glitching on her hand became worse as she stressed. Jax raised a nonexistent eyebrow. “Keep that up and you’re gonna disappear.” Even with his sarcastic attitude, a small bit of worry creeped into his tone. “Ya cant go disappearing, newbie, I’ll be the one who’s blamed. I was sent to getcha after all.” Pomni just continued to look at the floor guiltily, refusing to look Jax in the eyes. “Now tell me, what’s got you glitching. Literally.” It didn’t seem like a question, more like Jax demanding answers.

“Just stressed. That’s all. Wouldn’t you be? I mean, weren’t you?” Pomni finally looked up at Jax, who was now much taller than before from her perspective. A small tinge of fear ran through her, as Jax seemed almost like a giant now compared to her current size. “I mean, crazy adventures every day, things literally glitching all around you, never being able to go home, the chance of turning into… whatever that was the first day I got here, a completely new body, it… it’s just so much to deal with.” Pomni became smaller and smaller with each thing she described, the stress physically transforming her. Jax watched as she shrunk, dumbfounded on what to do.

“Look ya gotta stop talking or you’re gonna turn into a spec of dust at this rate.” Jax sighed, bending down. Pomni was small enough to fit in his hand now, and as much as he hated to admit it, he understood her stress. It reminded him of when he first showed up. Jax reached out a hand, setting it on the ground next to Pomni. “You’re going to be expected to show up, but at this rate I think you really will disappear if you’re forced into todays ‘activity’.” Jax looked away from her. “I can help you, if ya want.” There was a sincerity in his voice that Pomni hadn’t heard before.

Pomni looked up at him, cautiously stepping onto his offered hand. Jax carefully lifted her as he stood back up to his full height. “This is going to sound really weird.” Jax began. “But I know a place where I can hide you, where you’d be out of the way of everyone and no one but me would find you.”

“That… doesn’t sound weird at all?” Pomni questioned, looking at Jax with confusion.

“Yeah, that’s the normal part.” Jax rubbed the back of his neck. “The weird part is where the spot actually is.”

Pomni looked at him before sighing in defeat.

“I don’t care. I can’t handle any more of Caine’s $^]]#*%! activities right now or I might literally loose my mind.” Pomni’s hand glitched again and she sighed.

“Alright, but you asked for this, and if anyone asks I’ll have no clue where you are.” Jax shrugged before closing his hand around the tiny Pomni, who let out a small yelp. He slowly lifted her above his head, looking up and opening his mouth. Pomni let out another cry of fear and surprise as she was suddenly dropped, straight into Jax’ awaiting mouth.

“Wait-!” Pomni cried out as Jax closed his mouth, trapping her inside. She crawled over his tongue to the front of his mouth and began banging on his ‘teeth’. “Jax let me out!”

Jax hummed in acknowledgement but did not open his mouth. Instead, he tilted his head back and began to swallow. Pomni was quickly thrown to the back of his mouth, letting out another small yelp as her legs were squished into his throat. A panic overtook her as her hand glitched and she tried to grab into his tongue. The slippery muscle didn’t provide much to grip on as Jax swallowed again, pulling Pomni down up to her waist. Jax swallowed one last time, pulling the last of Pomni’s body into his throat.

Pomni closed her eyes as she began her decent, squirming and trying her best to make Jax spit her up. She could hear his heartbeat as she traveled down, the constant, rhythmic thumping being a surprising comfort. Meanwhile Jax had a hand on his throat, pressing in slightly on Pomni’s form as she traveled downwards. He sighed in relief as he finally felt her plop into his stomach, placing a hand over where he could feel her form.

“You good?” Jax asked, pressing his hand onto his stomach. There was no answer for a moment, until Pomni began to squirm. Jax cringed at the feeling, although something about it was rather enjoyable.

“Jax what the #^$@?!” Pomni yelled, banging a hand against his stomach.

“Calm down, I told ya that I had a place to hide you. You’re out of the way, and only I can find you.” There was a sincerity to Jax’ voice, though his usual slyness was still there. “You’ll be fine. We don’t really need to eat, so there’s no reason to freak out. It’s not like these bodies have stomach acid.” Jax said nonchalantly, as if it were common knowledge.

Pomni stopped squirming, seemingly considering Jax’ words.

“So, I’m completely safe…?” Pomni asked, concern clear in her voice.

“You think I’d do this if you weren’t?” Jax replied sarcastically. “Jeez I might be that guy, but I wouldn’t set out to kill the newbie.” He prodded at his stomach playfully, jostling Pomni.

Pomni let out a sigh of relief, taking a moment to fall backwards and let the walls cradle her. Jax began walking, presumably to whatever ‘activity’ was planned. Jax’ stomach rocked gently around Pomni, his heartbeat and breathing creating a calming and constant rhythm. Pomni, for the first time since they’d gotten to the circus, felt relieved and… secure. There was something about this experience that calmed them, although they would never admit that out loud. Their hand has stopped glitching, the stress seeming to melt away as they relaxed into the walls. Jax would be hearing hell from them when they got out, but for now, they might as well enjoy this break.

Jax sighed, placing a hand over his stomach. He felt Pomni relax, and closed his eyes, smiling. Whatever Caine had planned for today, they would just have to deal with doing without her. For now, Pomni was getting a well needed break. He knew he’d be getting hell from her once she was spit up, and he’d probably never get this chance again, so why can’t both of them enjoy this? Jax pressed in on where he could feel her form, Pomni squirming slightly at the new pressure. Jax smiled wider, and continued walking. This might actually be a good day.

[hermit-lover]

i absolutely LOVE the way you write Xisuma as a father figure 💕

could you write another one where child reader meets Evil X for the first time? a lot of people usually write it so that he's mean and that the reader doesn't like him, but what if Evil X has to babysit them and turns out he's actually soft for children? just soft Evil X content 😌

Babysitting

Character: Evil Xisuma x Reader

Type: Series Blurb (~1.7K) (pt2) pt3 here

Theme: Fluff, familiar, child reader

Summary: Dad (Xisuma) has some Admin errands to run, and with the usual babysitters busy, you get placed in the care of an eerily familiar clone.

TW: Lighthearted usage of teasing nicknames

A/N: I ADORE SOFT EVIL X! In my previous story he's mean but that's because its a nightmare, I love it when he's just a little guy. Enjoy!!

Nerves flutter in your chest as you sit idly on the couch. The cushions are as soft and plush as ever, but you cant shake the urge to squirm. Dad sits next to you, helmet on the table, and various admin screens floating around. You've asked him a couple times whats he's doing, he always excuses it as 'work'. The strange runes on the floating blocks make you all the more curious, but he wont budge. The anxiety creeps around you, and you kick your legs as something to do. You see, your usual babysitters (Stress, Doccy, and Papa K) were busy, so dad had to ask 'someone special'. Whatever that meant. The prospect of a stranger entering your house sent your tummy into butterflies. Dad has reassured you that he trusted this new babysitter, but why haven't you seen him before?

A knock makes you jump, letting out a squeak. Dad stands, patting your head as he crosses to the door. His gloves are always strange to feel, smooth metal contrasted by the leather warmed from his body heat. You prefer when he wasn't wearing his armor. But that couldn't always happen, dad couldn't breathe the Overworld air like you could. Only in your house, which he makes a special thing to be able to. The door opens, and dad offers the person outside a smile.

"Thank you for coming on such short notice." He starts, stepping back to allow the newcomer to enter.

"Don't make a big deal out of it." The stranger replies, stepping into view. The first striking thing is their armor, crimson red. Then their hair; stark white. Thirdly the way their voice sounds eerily similar to dad's- You blink in panicked realization. This man looked almost exactly like dad, and sounded almost the same. Instead of a helmet, a mask covers the lower half of his face. His eyes lock to you. Goosebumps pimple on your arms. His eyes are bright red, and narrow upon spotting you. You shrink slightly.

"Right! Uh- Evil X, this is my kid." Dad gestures appropriately, "Kiddo, this my brother, Evil X. Your uncle of sorts." Uncle? Evil? Whats this guys deal??? You stay silent, eyeing 'Evil X' warily. He eyes you right back.

"So this is the little terror, hm?" Evil X seems to brace slightly, and takes a step towards you. Terror? Dad always said you were an angel. Before you can defend yourself, he jerkily sticks out a hand. "Good to meet you." The formal greeting baffled your tiny mind. Hesitantly, you place a hand in his own. His gloves are warmer, and the metal feels scratchy. Evil X's grip is firm, but gentle in the way reminiscent of Dad. He gives your hand one good shake before releasing. You almost miss the warmth of his palm. Determined to be wary of the stranger, you slump back. His gaze softens ever so slightly. Hm, strange.

"You two seem to get along, and I can't stall any longer." Dads voice draws you from your shell. He trots back to the couch, plucks up his helmet in one hand, then leans down to press a kiss to your forehead. "See you later kiddo, don't be too hard on him." A sly grin tells you he's joking, so you let a smile grace your own lips.

"No promises." You chime back, and dad chuckles. It feels good to know you can make him laugh. Opening the front door, plopping his helmet on, and stepping out. Dad leaves you. Now alone with Evil X, the nerves settle back in.

"Sooo..." He draws the sound out, scanning the room. He still hasn't removed his mask, and it creates an odd vibe in your usually comfy space. "What do you do for fun?" lingering around the far end of the couch, he addresses you.

"I like to draw." You offer, picking at a string on the sleeve of your shirt. Most of your babysitters draw with you when you ask, so maybe?

"What sorts of things do you draw?" He continues, tilting his head and sending his wave of white hair cascading over his shoulder. it's almost mesmerizing, stark white like Etho's but double in length. Not answering him directly, you hop to your feet and pad into the kitchen. Fluffy socks muffling your steps, and causing a bit of slippage on the wooden floors. His own footfalls follow, quicker then dad's, and almost rhythmic like marching. Locating the appliance, you gesture at it. Various drawings are tacked to the fridge, the most recent being one of Bubbles and Etho on horses, because they had taken you horse back riding. It was really fun, and so of course you had to draw it. Evil X hums, tilting his head as he scan your art. Feeling rather self-conscious you watch his reaction closely. "You like drawing the Hermits?" his gaze flicks to you, genuine curiosity coating the question. You nod excitedly, they were always fun to draw! They all look so different, and were fun to hangout with. Feeling more confident you, smile at him.

"Can we draw?" Hope blooms in your chest as you ask, he blinks a few times then nods.

"Sure." With that one word, you turn to try and skitter away. Fluffy socks unable to get a grip, your feet slip out underneath you. For a terrifying moment, your body plummets to the ground. Then two arms grab under your own, and you sag into their hold. A sigh of relief passes through your lips. "You okay?" A worried voice rumbles behind you, becoming once again weightless to be placed back upon your feet.

"Yes." You reply quietly, adrenaline still fading. His arms retract, and you can feel him sigh as well.

"Good, be careful." You spin around as he speaks, nodding in response. He reaches a hand forwards, hesitating a moment to let you lean away. When you don't, he places the hand on your head and ruffles your hair like dad does. Warm blooms in your chest, and you grin at him. Evil X's eyes crinkle, as he smiles as well. "Lets get the drawing materials, yeah?"

"Yeah! It's in my toy room." You turn, and more carefully this time, dash to your playroom. Gathering sheets of paper, crayons, markers, and pencils, you drop them all onto your table. Sliding into a seat, you pat the one next to you excitedly. Evil X sits, knees almost to his chest like dad's due to the height of the chairs. One time you had Doccy sit, and he almost broke the chairs! He had to sit on the floor, which he insisted he didn't mind. Humming, you grab your crayons. Giving a page to Evil X, you prepare to draw.

Evil X being your uncle meant that he was Dad's brother, so you decided to draw them together. Adding the green grass, and red blanket, you planned out their picnic.

Finishing up the blue sky, you leaned back with a grin.

"Look!" you present the drawing to Evil X, it was your best work! Even using two different shades of green to make sure Dad's armor didn't look like grass.

"Wow!" he reacts, accepting the artwork to look at it better. "This is amazing, I love the flowers." Beaming with pride, you bounce in the chair. "How about we hang this on the fridge so your dad can see?" he suggests, and you hop to your feet.

"Can we??" You ask, hopefully. He chuckles, standing up and shaking out his legs. Knees popping with the motion.

"Of course." This time, he leads the way. Carrying your drawing as though it was made of precious gems. Vibrating in excitement, you watch impatiently as he shuffles around other drawings to make space. Finally tacking it to the fridge, he steps back and admires it.

You bounce around him, "You really like it?" He was so hard to read!

"Yeah." Warmth is evident in his voice, "I really do." Celebrating, you grab his hand. Starting a little dance and trying to pull him into it. Chuckling he lets himself be lead. Gently pulling you to slide you across the floor in a controlled circle, you burst into giggles. He twirls, and picks you up occasionally to arc you in the air. Eventually, with one last twirl, Evil X stabilizes you. "Alright alright, what now?" You hum, tilting you head. He mimics.

"Can I braid your hair?" You ask, bouncing onto your toes with a smile. He blinks back, surprised at your words. A beat goes by, and insecurity begins to set in. "If not it's okay-"

"No no- You can." He smiles back, "I just wasn't expecting that question." You keep hold of his hand, tugging him to the couch where you met. Sitting on the cushions, Evil X sits on the floor leaning against the pillow. De-tangling his long locks with your fingers gently, its as soft as you imagine. Cloudy, soft white strands flow through your fingers. He sighs, shoulders relaxing. Remembering what Stress taught you, you divide it into three chunks, and slowly begin to loop them across each other. Its hard work, but once you begin it slowly comes together.

You just finished when the door opens, making Evil X jolt.

"I'm home!" Dad calls, glancing in surprise at you two. "Oh" he sounds pleasantly shocked. Evil X stands up jerkily, braid flopping against his back.

"Good to see you." Evil X greets stiffly, and you realize he's probably embarrassed being caught like this.

"You as well." Dad removes his helmet, "I'm glad you two get along." you recognize his tone, he's happy. A smile graces his lips, and you hop up to stand on the couch.

"Welcome back!" You greet, opening your arms for a hug. Dad places his helmet down, and embraces you. Armor cool to the touch but so familiarly him.

"Thanks Kiddo" he presses a kiss to your nose, causing you to scrunch it.

"So I'll uh- head back." Evil X interrupts, awkwardly lingering by the door much like when he first entered.

"Wait!" you leap off the couch, and slide to him, throwing open your arms for a hug. Only a beat passes before he opens his arms as well and lets you hug him. He's warm, and squeezes you pleasantly before releasing. "I want you to babysit more!" You demand, Evil X glances at Dad. Then looks back at you fondly, ruffling your hair.

"Sure Kiddo, see you soon."

[rillils]

ok but imagine azi always feeling so loved because he can sense love literally every where he goes even tho theres not one soul on sight, imagine azi always being so full of love whenever he sees crowley, imagine azi being so heartbroken whenever he sees crowley because he can sense everybody's love but not crowley's love, and then imagine azi going to heaven and not always being so happy because he cant feel that love that he senses literally everywhere he goes because that love was crowley's love, crowley's love that spans the entirety of the whole universe, azi only now realizing that that love was crowleys love because when hes looking down at earth from whatever plane it is that heaven is, he can finally see a red haze shrinking little by little, but still burning brighter than the stars in crowleys eyes, and when he looks down at the source, you can see a sad crowley curled up in The armchair, and dont get me wrong, crowleys love is still That strong, its just now that hes keeping it all bottled up in that tiny human shaped body instead of letting his love for azi out, hes put his walls up, and azi feels so empty inside, he can still sense the little lower rank angels' love, but theres no bigger and stronger love surrounding everything now, and i think i might faint

crowley loves so strong

he loves more than anyone, thats why god sent him down, hes the only one who loved the earth enough to approach her and ask her not to kill them

it kills me that crowley loves so strong and he hardly gets the love that he gives given back to him, i can go die now

"he loves more than anyone, thats why god sent him down, hes the only one who loved the earth enough to approach her and ask her not to kill them"

honey you didn't have to go so hard omg 😭😭😭😭

i don't know which bit hurts the most, if azi realizing too late the true scope of crowley's love (for him, for the earth, for everything), and only being able to watch from afar while crowley's mourning -- or crowley believing himself unloved and unlovable and never good enough for anyone 😭😭😭

i desperately need s3 to have azi pull the biggest, grandest, most fucking romantic gesture ever recorded in history, okay?? better yet, i need him to believe, for whatever reason, that crowley's gone, destroyed, erased, annihilated, that azi's lost him forever, and i need him to go fucking berserk, like biblical sodom and gomorrah levels of destruction, you know what i mean???

AND THEN, and only then, be reunited with crowley against all odds, and sweep him off his feet

LIKE I NEED CROWLEY TO KNOW, WITHOUT A DOUBT, HOW MUCH THIS ANGEL LOVES HIM. I WANT HIM TO FEEL IT COMING IN WAVES. I WANT THE WHOLE FUCKING PLANET TO QUAKE WITH IT, THAT LOVE IS SO STRONG

and then perchance i will be satisfied <3

[anxiousgaypanicking]

janus placing tiny logan in a cute lil dollhouse, but whoops it has no toilet! looks like he has no choice except to go in his pants…(i adore this blog w all my heart)

why would a dollhouse have working plumbing? its not like a doll needs to use the bathroom after all

and how would logan know when janus was going to shrink him down? surely he couldnt have predicted his bladder! if he knew better, he would have gone to the bathroom beforehand! but janus either doesnt hear or ignores his pleads for a toilet, until he cant hold back anymore and makes a mess of his pants and one of the rooms of the dollhouse

and janus scolds him for wetting a nice pair of pants, but uses the opportunity to dress him up in something prettier, though janus purposefully leaves his thighs slick and messy to remind him of his humiliation, which makes logan feel hot and embarrassed

[noroi1000]

i blacked out an hour ago so im practically high and now i want a jjk oneshot thats absolute crack because i cant find any sbr ones, if ur busy or u odnt wanna do this, just ignore ethis

anyways 😍

all this is is just gojo and geto and shoko to go to burger king and geto doesn't get his order but oh no! gojo's rat falls down a sewer drain, and then wehn they do find the rat its eating geto's burger king order that he didn't get, the end. dont ask abt the weirdness, thanks in advamnce

a/n: Sorry for making this a short headcanon, but when I wrote it earlier, I lost it because it didn't save. I had to write it again.

Additional drawing from me ❤️

Gojo as a rat headcanon

• It all started with Gojo defeating the curse that was a rat. And this curse put a curse on people that could kill them or turn them into a rat.

However, this curse was so weak that he overcame it in one move.

But the tiny rat managed to bite him on the ankle. Who would have thought that such a small rat could be aggressive... The curse was weak because people turned into rodents turned into people very quickly.

One rat disgusts him. It was probably an old grandfather who is decrepit and perhaps disgusting. This rat was bald all over, and looked like a zombie rat.

So he had his assistant pick up the human rats and take them to Shoko for treatment if they were injured. He didn't want to touch the rat, which looked like it had started to mold....

Because that's what the rat looked like.

He left quickly saying that he had another mission.

His mission was to go get a burger because they all wanted it.

He preferred to walk to the dorm than drive in a car with rats running around.

• When he returned to the dorms, his friends were already waiting for him and they started complaining that they had to wait so long for him to come back.

• And when they left, Gojo felt strange. Following his friend, he felt as if he was shrinking.

He wanted to reach for his friend's sleeve to draw attention to him. But before he could do that, he shrank completely.

He fell into a hole, but he grabbed the edge of the wall so he could climb up.

He saw that his friend was getting further and further away, and he was walking without looking back.

He wanted to scream at him, but all that came out of his mouth were squeaks.

When he saw that his body was covered in fur, and he was so small and had a tail, he understood that the rat had turned him into a rodent.

"I'm a fucking rat..." he groaned mentally. "But I'm the strongest fucking rat that ever existed."

He started running to his friend.

"Fucking special grade rat!"

• He lurked around as he saw two people walking around, and suddenly sat down at a small table.

They were looking for Gojo, but they knew he would come someday.

So they ordered food for them.

But when Geto left to answer the phone, the white rat (which is probably the cutest rat) jumped on the chair.

As they handed them their burgers, Ieiri began to eat, and strangely watched the scene as the white rodent grabs a large burger in a paper wrap and takes it down to the chair.

What Geto wanted is none of her business. She continued eating, not caring that this rat looked familiar...

When Geto returned, there was a slight scandal because he asked why he hadn't received his order. Even though the employee was sure they gave him the order. Two burgers on the table.

Only later did the girl say that his burger was stolen by a white rat.

Hearing munching and sometimes crunching, the dark-haired man looked under the table to see that less than half of his food was lying there.

And also that his food is eaten by a white rat that holds a bun on his paws.

"You damn rat! You're buying me another one!"

[soniccrazygal]

so you've mentioned they put a tracker in mike cause he's been kidnapped more than a few times. May I offer some senerios that could lead to that? :3

first: the shrink ray, maybe mike finds more of those crystals from the episode and before he can get home (its a much longer walk from way down here XD) someone kinda picks him up into a jar or somethng?

second: someone tries to take him and in order to smuggle him away they turn him into a tiny little fox cub, strange as they were going for something far less bittey.. meanwhile mike has to deal with so much instinct! what is that?! i want to chase it!! what's that smell? can i eat it? no? but dipper pleaaaase!! it dosent help that he cant talk and foxes make some pretty weird sounds, also chewing on everything is nice cause for some reason his mouth hurts! why is he teething?!!! (his baby demon fangs start growing in XD)

third: maybe he just gets trapped somewhere, no plot, no shady people, he just gets stuck in a hole or something and dosent want to call home because they will never let him live this down its embarrassing!!

(snort) Those are definitely some interesting ideas and scenarios… I’ll add them to the list of potential stories.

[lou-struck]

Honey, I Shrunk The Devildom 2

Obey Me! x MC!

Featuring Satan, Asmo, Beel, and Belphie.

Part: 1 Here

~Another magic troupe lol, here’s how I think the Obey Me Men would respond to being magically shrunk down.

Satan~

While waiting for you to stop by his room to pick up the next book in a series he recommended, Satan accidentally knocks a cursed book off one of his shelves.

The Letters seem to fly off the page surrounding the Avatar of Wrath and shrinking him down to the size of a Toothpick. He tries to change himself back to normal with no success, it seems that even his powers have been affected by the curse as he begins to feel angry and distressed in his current situation.

Normally he reads when his negative emotions are getting the better of him but he is so small and so weak he is unable to even open one of his books in the first place.

His tiny voice screams out a series of curses and profanities as he tries in vain to find something to do.

You stumble across the shrunken demon a few minutes later about ready to inflict some serious damage on some lingering dust bunnies. Scooping him into your cupped hands you try to soothe him. but he still has a deep look of agitation on his tiny face.

"I can’t believe you of all people have to see me like this.” he sighs as you gently pet his blond head with your fingertips. He seems to relax at the contact. If he could you have a feeling he would purr for you.

He asks you if you could read a couple of chapters for him since he is unable to do so himself. You only get a few pages in until he is napping in your hold waiting for the spell to wear off.

Asmodeus- 

All too eager to spray the new bottle of perfume he got from the cutest little boutique in Majolish, Asmodeus neglected to read to possible side effects of using the substance on a being as powerful as himself.

Curiously he presses the pump and the container seems to be taken over by his power releasing a heavy cloud of perfume surrounding the demon completely.

Once the pink cloud of rosy fragrance dissipates Asmo looks around the room and is surprised to see everything towers above him as he is as tall as a tube of lipstick. Walking over to his full sized mirror he thinks he looks absolutely adorable. 

He just cant wait for you to see him…

And you do, the moment you step into his bedroom you hear an adorable little squeal as Asmo flies into your field of view riding a Butterfly?

Yes, Asmodeus charmed a butterfly to do his bidding to make a grand entrance.

“Mc, look at me. Arent I the cutest thing in all three realms.” he says landing in your outstretched hands. With a nod he clings to you climbing up your sleeve to perch on your shoulder until the effects of the perfume wears off.

The rose secnted Avatar of Lust feels a bit mischievous as he feels just for quicky your shoulders tense up when he perches on them. You are reacting so cute how can he not have a bit of fun with you? Whispering a plethora of dirty thoughts into your ear, he giggles at the way little shivers go through your body.

He lets out a little giggle, “Awe Mc, you’re so cute. Even when I’m small like this I still have a big effect on you.”

Beezelbub~

Despite living for thousands of years, Beel needs to understand that he shouldn't eat things just because there is the phrase ‘Eat Me’ written on it in white icing. 

Even if they are delicious-looking cookies.

As soon as the Avatar of Gluttony eats the first one he feels strange.

Why are the cookies and plates getting bigger?

He doesn't realize that he was the one getting smaller and smaller by the second until he is clinging to the edge of the counter not wanting to fall onto the floor below.

It’s then when you stumble across him and gently help him into your hands. He looks at you with a look of confusion on his tiny face and he cocks his head to the side. 

“Mc, I don't think you should eat one of those cookies,” he says looking wistfully back to the platter. With a nod, you take him from the kitchen away from the tempting treats in fear that he would shrink to an even smaller size.

A deep vibration in your hands makes you look down at the demon who has a pitiful expression on his face. “I’m hungry.” he whimpers. Your heart breaks for him but aside from the cursed cookies there is not a crumb of food left in the house, you have no choice but to take him out to eat at Hell's Kitchen.

Unwrapping a Cheeseburger for him you wonder how the demon even would start eating this, but Beel’s tiny hands have a mind of their own as they begin shoveling pieces of the dish into his mouth with no sign of stopping.

Belphegor~

Having slept through Lucifer’s lecture about staying away from the cursed vase in the parlor Belphie picks it up to examine the ornate patterns imprinted in the blown glass. The vase begins to feel very heavy in his grasp setting it down he realizes that he is getting smaller and smaller until the table towers over him like a treetop.

Irritates the goes to reach for his DDD only to remember he left it on the table above him. He mumbles out of a series of curses as his little legs carry him through the hallway of the house of lamination until he can’t walk any longer.

Tiredness hits him like a brick as he half-consciously looks for somewhere safe to rest his head. He stumbles across something warm and fluffy. Wrapping himself up in it he closes his eyes to rest.

You find him curled up on one of your fuzzy socks that fell out of your hamper on the way back from the Laundry room almost dying from his cuteness.

Funsized Belphie is definitely the cutest you have seen in the Avatar of Sloth. Taking him back to the safety of your room you place his makeshift bed on your desk while you keep yourself busy with homework.

As he sleeps you try to make him a more comfortable bed but as soon as your index finger gets close to him he grabs it and holds it tightly as if it is his new favorite body pillow. You aren't going anywhere for a while, at least not until he turns back to his normal size.

[mintymisc]

✍🏻 I wanna picked up and put in a highchair I wanna be spoonfed I wanna be tucked into a crib I wanna be bottlefed 😫 criminal that I can have none of this

[bloody-rocks]

Hello, asked for requests and you shall receive some!

So the Sinclair brothers (or just Vincent) where their s/o is really bad a lying, like all they have to do is just look at them for long or start counting and their s/o panics and tells them the truth

This has been oddly sitting in my drafts for a long time,hope you like it!

Note: I used 'text' to signify Vincent using sing language

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Sinclair Brothers with an s/o thats bad at lying

Bo Sinclair

You probably prepared a suprise for him,could be an anniversary,birthday present or simply a little something for him

Youd probably hide your present,but at the time youd hide it Bo would just appear out of nowhere

"Hey" He spoke catching you offguard,quickly hiding the present while he was just staring at you

"The fuck was that?" Hed say just wondering what the hell you just did

"I was,,,,searching for socks but couldnt like find any pair thats mine s-"

"Honey, I bet there aint any socks in the oven"

Uh oh busted

His next move would be simply going to the oven and checking whatever you hid inside

You tried thinking about distracting him quickly so you just wrapped your arms around him,like a hug but a bit more aggresive

Bo is really confused but just hugs you back

"Is there anythin good in there?"

"I really missed you"

Ok thats it you're acting too suspicious Bo lets go and looks in there

"God,yer bad at lying"

Vincent Sinclair

Very observant, could tell if something is off pretty fast

You probably managed to break a wax figure in the museum accidentaly and were scared SHITLESS from how Vincent would respond

You might freak out and tell Bo and have a laugh thrown to your face before he just goes back to work

Can't tell Vincent,but also you cant really let him go to the museum,,

Probably checked up on him in the basement from minute to minute either asking him is everything is okay,bringing him water,food, showing him stuff you found around the house

Vincent just stared at you noticing your weird behaviour

After your many visits he got irritated knowing you're definitely up to something

Sat you down and just gestured to you to talk

"Mmm something wrong Vinny"

'You tell me'

You couldn't hold it in anymore so with a sigh you told him what happened

'Show me'

He went through the undergrown passage to the museum,you following shortly behind

When you got there you took his hand and showed him the statue scattered on the floor

You expected him to freak out but what you didnt except is for a chuckle to escape from his lips

Lester Sinclair

Imagine your surprised face when you opened the laundry machine and saw a shrinked shirt of Lesters

The other clothes were fine??whats going on

You knew he probably wouldnt get mad but you were still sad that the shirt got ruined

You quickly hid it somewhere and just continue doing chores until Lester got home

You panicked seeing him pull the tiny shirt from a box looking confused at it

"S'this yours?I have one similar but just bigger,we could match :)"

Seeing him just smilling at you just made your heart sink at the bottom of your stomach so you just told him what happened

Both of you were confused as to why ony Lesters shirt shrinked and probably had a deep conversation about it

[kumzume]

Bakugou sitting on your lap sucking on your fingers ahhhhhh 😍😍😍🥰🥰🥵💕🙌🙌

ok m rlly starting to think i have a problem cs this but + exhibitionism?1??1?1??2??

katsuki gets extremely needy sometimes — his body craving the weight of you on his tongue, the taste of you in his mouth — to the point where no matter where he is or what you’re doing, he’ll find you and demand you to give him what he wants.

his bratty, precious little princess act is obviously to cover up just how fuckin obsessed with you and your fingers he is and how embarrassed he is by that fact.

it’s why it’s a true treat when the neediness fills up and boils over, making him disregard anyone or anything in his way in favor for you.

it happens at a party. denki’s throwing some kind of rager (he doesn’t need a real reason to get drunk off his ass) and he invites you and kat. kat already didnt want to go, much rather preferring to cook for you and take care of you (& eventually let u take care of him) but you were so excited! he can’t let you down.

so, the pair of you go, both decked out to the nines, looking every bit of the hottest couple in the world that you are. once you arrive, you break apart from him with a soft but passionate kiss, your hand gripping his jaw possessively before sending him on his way. you find yourself socializing and having fun while katsuki sulks in a room full of people he doesn’t know or care about when hed much rather be at him, sucking on your nipple while watching a shitty movie.

but, again, he doesn’t want to be a burden. he’s determined not to be that clingy boyfriend who can’t be without their s/o for more than a few hours at a time. so instead, he settles against a wall, crossing his arms and starting to wait.

he doesn’t last 10 minutes.

katsuki pushes off of the wall, that familiar feeling swirling in his chest, his mouth suddenly aching for your fingers in it. he needs to find you and fast.

he travels throughout the house, searching for a glimpse of you when he finally gets it — you’re sitting on a couch surrounded by his friends (dunce face, shitty hair, plain face, deku, etc), your face light and mirthful as you laugh at something stupid denki said.

his heart tightens in his chest and he decides to go back to his wall and wait for you to get him to leave — he doesn’t want to ruin your night. but before he can, you make eye contact with him, your eyes sliding to half mast as you look him up and down, your gaze hungry and animalistic.

katsuki fights the urge to squirm, his hands clenching at his sides as if that’s going to keep him from launching himself at you and begging you to fuck him.

you cock your head at him and motion him over, the action alerting the rest of the room to his presence. the rest of his idiot friends turn and look, lighting up and calling him further into the room as well, all the attention sending a bright flush across his cheeks.

he shrinks into himself as he makes his way over, scowling at the floor before lifting his eyes only to notice there’s no space beside you on the plush furniture.

humiliation thrums right beneath his skin and as he’s about to say fuck it and go hide in the bathroom for the remainder of the party, you grab his hand and yank him down.. right onto your lap.

katsuki cant hide the gasp that escapes him as all 5’9, 210 lbs of him collapses on you, his body automatically seeking your warmth and touch. his friends laugh about the position for a few moments but they’re quickly distracted by something else, giving him time to be distracted by something else entirely — you.

your arms are wrapped around his waist and your face is pressed against his shoulder, your body all encompassing, making his head feel hazy and eyes gloss over. you’re too busy talking to notice him pick up your hand and start toying with your fingers, sliding your rings up and down, twirling them around your digits.

as he holds them, his mind races, supplying him with all the dirty, amazing things you’ve done with those same hands, the thoughts making him throb a little in his tight jeans.

kat does his best to ignore the hardening of his cock but what he can’t ignore is the all-encompassing desire for him to belong to you, right in this moment, in front of all these people (some of which he knows have a crush on you).

if the two of you were alone and he was feeling these urges, he’d have no problem opening his mouth and wordlessly asking for you spit inside, claiming him in a way that made his tummy burn and eyes water but that’s the problem. the two of you aren’t alone. besides, he doesn’t want to interrupt your conversation — that wouldn’t be very good of him and that’s what he wanted to be for you. good.

so, he picks the next best thing. he lifts the hand he was toying with from around his waist and lifts it to his mouth. he’s so lost to you that he doesn’t notice the room falling silent, all his friends staring at him with wide eyes and red cheeks.

suki takes two of your fingers and lightly brushes them against his plush, pink bottom lip, his eyes fluttering shut and mouth dropping open further to accommodate the rush of arousal that just shot through his gut and your incoming claim, ready to posses him.

his tongue comes out to give your fingertips a kitten lick, moaning at the taste of you before pushing both fingers all the way against his tongue and towards the back of his throat. he doesn’t gag at all, even as he closes his mouth and sucks and swallows, his mind pleasantly swimmy and light.

by now, some of his friends have gotten hard themselves, adjusting pants and pressing thighs together but you pay them no mind, instead watching your beautiful boyfriend take what he needs from you with adoring eyes.

katsuki cant even see your expression, his whole mind, body, and soul devoted to you and your hands. he takes you by the wrist and presses your fingers further down his throat, sputtering a little around the intrusion but ultimately pushing past the feeling to start throat fucking himself slowly, carefully, trying to emulate the way you do it, the way he loves so much.

someone groans behind him (hanta? or was that izuku?) but he doesn’t care, whimpering when you finally move and press the pads of your fingers against the back of his tongue.

you allow him this pleasure for a moment longer, curling, spreading and scissoring your fingers inside his mouth before withdrawing, laughing silently when he whines and tries to chase your hand.

katsuki pouts, trying to look fierce but with his watery, red eyes and swollen lower lip, he just looks fucked and debauched, another groan resounding in the room (kiri?).

you pat his face lightly, apologetically with wet fingers, letting him nuzzle the palm of your hand in forgiveness, your eyes shooting up to look at all the voyeurs around the pair of you, each one looking turned on and tiny bit guilty.

a grin shines across your face — even as katsuki takes your fingers back into his mouth with a pleased little sigh and squirm — choosing now to address the room.

you should see what he looks like when he’s getting fucked — he gets insolent though without anything in his mouth. any volunteers?

[rainset]

Story Practice (10/10/22)— DOG Part V

It’s been several days since that first meeting. His life didn’t change much at first either. She didn’t linger around during school hours which is fine, Shiro should be getting the education she needs.

He’s doing just fine on his own. Family meals are quiet as usual. His parents retire early. Get up early.

But it’s when he’s out into his sanctuary does he hear her annoying paddling coming up nearby, when he’s with his table friends.

“Heeeeeeey-“ she calls.

Jeremy ducks under the table. It’s humiliating. She just caught him doing it again.

“-uh-HEY!” Sounds of her padding feet come even faster. “Don’t you try to run from me now-!”

It’s already too late. He ducks under and dodges around her like the wind, heading back further into the open space cock pit to crawl himself into whatever space is below the mainframe.

Unfortunately, his size is catching up with his age.

He stuck out like a sore thumb.

This tiny gremlin stands there, staring at him.

“Well, ya’done yet?!” She huffs and scowls.

He slowly creeps up and then bonks his head. “ah-!” He doesn’t remember being this tall.

Shiro cranes her head up. “Can you not be a chicken for five minutes?” Finally, Jeremy looks down at her. She has things in her arms— some wrapped and a book.

He has to wretch up his voice again. He coughs out- “-yeh.”

Shiro sighs and twirls away. He feels her expectations and it pulls him to the table, where his friends are sitting.

She shoves over Gerald-

“HEY!” Jeremy barks and then yanks her away. He isn’t careful enough so she fell to her bottom. “What the-?!“ Jeremy is sitting his friend back up in his seat.

“It’s just trash, you can make a new one-“

“I CANT.” He glares at her. Nearly huffing.

Shiro shrinks in her own sweater. “Okay.. well.. sorry.”

Jeremy turns his head away from her. Putting a hand on Gerald’s head.

“Why’ya come back out here.. to find me?” His voice is a rumble at the tone.

Shiro let’s down her book and two wrapped pops slowly defrosting on top.

“Because I.. “ she swallows. “… wanted you to hang out.. with me..?”

Jeremy is hit with an unfamiliar pang. He compulsively swallows too. “Oh.. okay.”

He turns his head back to her, looking down.

“Don’t be so rude about it.”

..maybe that pang wasn’t so unfamiliar.

Shiro nods. “Okay.” She gets herself up.

This time Jeremy leads her over to an open side at the table. Instead of taking a chair or removing one of his three friends from theirs, he gets on his knees besides the table.

Shiro walks up besides him. “Why don’t you..?” She wags a finger from her clenching hand.

“..that’d be rude.”

“Oh.”

She puts down the book. She scans her audience. Each three different designs quasi-rudimentary automations. “..who are they?”

Jeremy swallows, feeling that twinge of embarrassment again. “Uh.. Rich.. Ben.. Gerald.”

She’s eyeing Gerald.

“When’d ya make’em?”

He sighs, looking down at his hands. They’re calloused by now. “Long time ago. They..” he chokes and swallows it back down. More quietly now than before. “..my friends.”

Shiro takes a moment. Staring a bit longer. After awhile she moves her book over and takes the pops off in front of her. “…oh…”

There’s nothing said for awhile. It just sinks in.

Jeremy looks at the book. It’s old, a kids book, it’s about constellations— it’s what he can interpret on the front.

Below at the bottom is an illustration of two figures, sitting and pointing up at them.

“What’s this?” He cranes his neck down at the book and touches it, sliding it closer to him.

Shiro looks over, having already undone the plastic on her pop and suckling on it. “-sa’favorite ohf mine.”

At the top it’s a dreamy gold calligraphy that slants across the book, avoiding the central picture.

He reads: Beyond the Stars.

Smirking, he opens the book and flips a few pages.

It’s a rudimentary children’s tale about a child meeting a far off world being, an alien, who then teaches them about constellations but, takes a step further— they go to them.

His eyes widen at some of the detail depicted on the pages.

A radiating black and purple sun whose flames swirl in on itself, with sparks of green and red littered around its center.

There’s a tiny spec to the left in space. An arrow pointing to it, saying “us”.

“Wow..” he said.

Shiro grins. “I wanna see that sun.” She taps the page. “It’s real, ya’know.”

“Is it?” His head swivels to her.

“Yeah..” her voice trails off and she looks far away. “I saw it once.. before I got here.”

Jeremy’s brow twitches. He leans down and has a stern look to him. Speaking low, as if his friends can hear him- “..you’re from off world?”

She pops off her sicle and smiles up at him. “Surprise!”

He leans back. “Woah..”

She look down at the book again, but, is a little bit flushed. Picking up the other wrapped popsicle, she holds it up to him.

He takes it. It’s blueberry and lime with some chili powder at the bottom. Opening it, it’s already oozing. “eugh..” he flicks his hand.

Some of it gets on her white jacket but she doesn’t mind, she’s looking to him. “So… what’s your story?”

He looks down at her, confused. “Huh?”

She shrinks away a little. “I showed you a little of mine so.. can you tell me about.. you?” She seems almost emberassed to ask.

Jeremy takes a bite out of his pop and looks off, munching. Trying to find a way to put this.. he looks back.

“What do you want to know?”

She pouts. “Has no one ever talked to you this way?! Like-“ she sits up. “-you know? Sharing stories and.. stuff.”

He.. lowers his popsicle. “.. I don’t.”

Shiro keeps looking down, almost curling up. She puts her hands on her knees. “I should’ve know..”

He watches her for a moment. He mimicks her, letting his toes touch hers. “..so what’s your story?”

She grins a little. “I don’t know.” She suckles her pop.

He looks at her, confused. “What do you mean?”

She slowly looks up at him. Staring.

It sinks in. The first time he’s noticed something off about the colors of her eyes. They’re smooth, dark, and like stone. But they’re distinct from the pupil. Her pupils, are like dots. It is almost.. disturbing.

“I remember things that have happened to me.. but haven’t. I remember.. bad things. Good things. People I’ve never met but.. I know them. I know all of them.” She leans in. Speaking more hushed now. “Even without them knowing.”

Jeremy leans back a bit. Disturbed. “…do you know me.”

She looks away. “I don’t but.. I want to. You’re interesting and, cool. You’re not like anyone else but..”

“..but what?”

She looks back up. “I’m afraid that the devil machine might have you.”

He nearly glares. “Dog. Or Wolf, when he’s in the mood. He’s my brother, don’t talk about him like that.”

She reels back, widening her eyes and furrowing her brow. “Really?”

He sighs. “Not literally but.. I look up to him. He’s my friend.”

“He’s a monster, you know that?”

“No he’s not-“

“-He’s destroyed worlds.”

It sinks in. Jeremy watching her now. “Don’t you know what he’s used for? It’s why they call him ‘Diablos Mechanos’. Devil Machine. Because that’s what he is.. evil. It’s why this place exists.. why.. Treas exists. Stay away from it.”

Jeremy takes a long silent answer. Longer, longer… longest..

“No.”

Her popsicle pops out her mouth. “-What, why?!”

“..he’s one of my only friends-“

“-HES NOT REAL! But..I am.”

“..are you?”

She glares at him. Choking out her response. “I’m tryih-“ she curls in on herself. Hugging her knees to her face to muffle her tears.

Jeremy drops his pop and holds her shoulders. “Hey.. hey.. Shh it’s okay- it’s okay.”

She’s still sobbing.

He feels his nerves light on fire again. He’s nervous about doing this. He comes behind her and tucks his arms around her. Cradling her.

“Shhh.. Shhh.. it’s okay.. it’s okay.”

She lifts up. Her eyes red.. making them almost scary. “Is it?” She sniffs.

Jeremy nods. “It is.”

———

[kaz11283]

“Breathe” with Loki from the prompt list. I’m feeling some angst unless you want to not make it angst.

Breathe

Characters: Loki, reader, Thor, some guest appearances from some of the avengers

(Loki x reader) (Thor x reader, platonic)

Warnings: let the be angst

Summary: During a huge battle that you have all been training for you start freaking out, thank the lords Loki is there to help you through it.

Announcement: They requested angst and this is the first thing that came to mind, I truly hope you enjoy it though! Thank you everyone for the feed back and for the follows and the love!💚💚💚💚

Loki Masterlist

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You couldnt believe your luck you had made it all the way into the building and fought multiple bad guys to get to where you were at right now, cowering behind a desk in a dark room having a damn panic attack. You didnt even know what had brought it on. Well maybe the fact that you had some how gotten seperated by the others, or the fact that you had been chased by more of them than you had anticipated. Either way you were up that certain creek without a paddle.

"Y/n, talk to us. Where you at?" Tony came over the coms.

You wanted to respond but no words came out. The walls were closing in little by little and you didnt see yourself getting out of here. Everything was to much in this moment, the talking in your ear, the shouting and gun fire onnthe floor below you. You were weak, you knew that, no one else had ran from the fight like you had.

"Come on kid, we cant find you unless yountell us." Tony tried to reason with you. You heard the Hulk smashing through the building, oh god he wasngoing to cause the whoke building to fall.

"Lady y/n, we need your location so we can help you." Thor the graceful god of thunder, your best friend, didnt even get a response. "Loki, shes not answering us." You could tell the panic in his voice.

"Darling," the silk like voice came through your ear piece, "y/n, my dove, you have to help us to help you."

"Loki." You whimpered.

"Yes love, just tell us were you are so we can get out of here." His voice was slowly calming you.

"Panic attack," you took a deep breath in through your nose. You could just imagin the grace of him fighting, it was always something you enjoyed watching.

"Loki pay attention!" Clint yelled from somewhere above you. "You almost got hit." That shoved you right back into your shallow breaths, of course you would be the one to get him killed, he cared way to much for you, a simple midguardian.

"Shut up Clint, I know what I'm doing. I've been fighting for alot longer than you have." Loki yelled over the coms.

"Guys Lady y/n." Thor interrupted. Loki cleared his throat.

"Darling where are you at? Ill come to you." Loki promised.

"5th floor, behind a desk. Not sure what room." You placed your head between your knees.

"Thank god." Tony sighed. "He's on his way just stay there. Everyone else cover him. Make sure no one follows."

"Loki." You wimpered again.

"I am here love, just a few stairs away. Do your breathing exercises that we go over." He instructed. You kept taking deep breathes in through your nose and out your mouth.

"I'm starting to feel better now." You mumbled. You couldnt get over how embarrassing this was to have a melt down when your team needed you most. If it hadn't been for the ever so slight pressure on your back you would have never thought that anyone was there.

"I'm here love," Loki said from behind you pulking you up to your feet and into his arms, you took a deep breath breathing his sent in calming you even more. "Thats it, breathe, there you go. I'm gonna transport us to the jet. Hold on to me."

"But the others-"

"Its almost over, they will meet us back there. You need me, they can handle the rest." He tucked a peice of hair behind your ear.

After Loki had transported you both back to the ship he gave you a bottle of water and his zip up that he normally kept there for you. It wasn't long before the other join you.

You didnt meet anyones eyes you were still completely embarrassed about what had just happened to you, you didnt even notice Tony sit beside you anf place his hand on your knee.

"When we get back I want you, him, and him to meet me in the confrence room." He pointed between you, Loki, and Thor. "We have some things we need to go over about what happened tonight." Your heart sunk to your stomach, you figured you would get yelled at but not Loki or Thor, they hadnt done anything.

Back at the compound you and Loki followed behind Tony and Thor, your hands entwined.

"I didn't want you two in trouble also." You mumbled. He turned his head and gave you a small smile.

"Darling, if you think this is the first time thor and I have been called to the office you are very wrong. How are you feeling?" He gave your hand a slight squeeze.

"A little better, just dreading whats about to happen." You offered him a smile back.

"Y'all have a seat, y/n, I wanna know how long you've been having these attacks." Tony sat down opposite from the three of you.

"Depends, are you asking as my boss or as a father figure?" You said sitting up straighter.

"Depends on how long you've been having them." He raised an eyebrow.

"She's been having them on and off for most of her life." Thor spoke up. "Thor!" You whined

"But she hasnt really had a server one like that in quite a few months, she normally holds them together very well." Loki agreed. "Loki!" You whined again.

"You realize we can get you help for them." Tony answered looking at you.

"Look I have help, Loki does an amazing job keeping me calm and if hes not there next best thing is Thor. I dont know why it just popped up like that tonight. And theres really no way of telling except that maybe ive just been under alot of stress woth this whole mission..... And....and ...." Your breaths where getting shallow again and your eyes started watering, Loki placed his hand on your thight and started rubbing small circles calming you instantly.

"Ill tell you what, missions over so why dont you and Loki get away from here, get some fresh air. We all need it, you especially." Tony sat back in his chair with his fingers laced under his chin in deep though. "But you have to promise to tell me if you think your even remotely close to having another one of those. I had them, I didnt really treat them with a healthy cooping mechanism, but I did have them. I know what its like to have the world suddenly feel like its going to implode on you at any minute. Talk it through with someone though dont just suddenly go silent. Scared the hell outta me."

"Tony. I dont wanna just run away for a few days. Its gonna continue to be the same like it always has. Do good with no signs for a couple months and then boom big ass panic attack. I dont want meds for them either, and i do not under any circumstances see a damn shrink." You huffed flopping back.

"Ok. How about we get the whole team to escape for a little bit, go to the mountains? Heard the weather is nice out there. We can even call it a team building vacation." He slapped the table woth his hand like he had just solvee the worlds hardest problem.

"Fine, dont have to twist my arm to hard to get outta here for a week." You smiled.

"Promise me you'll be more open aboutbthese things, we cant help a team member thats hurting if the team member doesnt tell the team whats going on." He looked at you.

"Ok, fine I promise. I'll tell Loki everytime I dont feel right." You rolled your eyes.

"Alright deal, you kids go pack, we'll leave first thing in the morning." Tiny stood up and gave you a hug before walking out of the room.

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