#{{ anyway!!! Thank you so much chip I love random questions like these!!!!!!!!!

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OOC // How does Dewey normally kill somebody? Has it ever been a conscious decision or just... you know, things running away with her?

EEE !!! very good question.

to preface this, dewey is obsessed with batman. ever since she was saved by him she’s never wanted to forget it. ( here’s a video of what happened after he saved dewey, skip to 3:57. her rescue by batman was based on canon dialogue that to others is just a throwaway line :D )

with that being said, she desperately wants to be like him. she wants to deliver justice without death. wants to amend what believes she’s done to her father. and in a twisted way, she sees batman AS her father. she believes the way he beats down on criminals and evildoers is precisely what her father did. beat them to teach them a lesson, except now that abuse is justice.

now obviously dewey doesn’t get a lot of the context of who batman fights. she doesn’t get there are even limits to who batman punches in the face. he won’t attack without thinking, and if he does - it’s clear he goes easy on them. all dewey knows that if someone does wrong, they deserve a beat down like everyone else. it’s almost a way her mind rationalizes the abuse she’s received when she was younger.

toyman wants to be seen as a vigilante, and she does do her own detective work in a way. she actively seeks out the people who donated to the arkham asylum during her imprisonment and stalks them. however due to her anterograde amnesia - she’s learned to make it a routine. write down everything she knows. who they’re connected to, where they frequent. then, she narrows down a place where they’re vulnerable. where she knows if she catches them, there’s no one to stop her.

that’s when they wake up within her playroom. a game chosen specifically to torment her victim. the games they play range from memory games to hopscotch, all with a painful twist. memorize the rules and you’re golden. they’re designed to exhaust her victim, make them hurt. hopscotch with constantly shifting tiles, and colors that shock you when you step on them. tag in reverse, with toy soldiers that are out to get you. memory games with each wrong answer lowering your platform into a den of sharp snapping toys. break the rules or try to escape and you’ll be met with a line of android dolls eager to twist your bones into a fashionable pose. ( …that last one was darcy’s idea. )

but killing ? never intended. never what she wants to happen. the games were up in place distract her. keep her from putting her hands on the victim directly. all she ever intended was to teach them a lesson in a sadistically fun way. she can’t ever reach them without stopping the game, and that’s the point.

she can’t lose her temper again.

it was a simple setup the first time. no games. just a chair the victim was tied down to and darcy right above in a dollhouse to her scale. as commanded, darcy would then play archived recordings of the victim. the lies he’s told about the asylum. how much money he’s given to the asylum. how well taken care of each patient was there. almost like listing out each crime the victim had committed.

toyman didn’t take it very well. the records were meant to serve as reminder. she was meant to try out all her little toys and gadgets, humiliate him. but instead it just felt like …torture. listening to the records. watching her victim bark insults at her despite the tail between his legs. …she didn’t even bother to use the tools she had. the first punch served as a warning. then she heard his laugh. she did it again, harder. he wasn’t reacting like he should. he wasn’t listening like he should. he wasn’t learning. darcy watched on and recorded every word he said to her. psycho. bitch. weak.

she got faster, and so did he. the more she tried to hurt him the less it felt like she was getting anywhere. psycho. bitch. weak. the records continued to play. it wasn’t working. her plan wasn’t working. she pulled at his hair, bit down on his nose. he wouldn’t stop. his voice wouldn’t leave her. she had to do something. she had to stop him. without thinking she jammed her hand into his mouth. desperate.

but she didn’t stop hearing his voice. darcy kept playing the records. overstimulating toyman. unable to tell the difference from what he was saying now to what he was saying then. she pushed deeper, begging him to shutup. his muffled screams were silenced by his lies on record. toyman was practically on top on him, watching him as he struggled to breath. feeling the way his throat closed in on her hand as it strained itself for air. she was screaming, crying, yelling at him to SHUTUP.

she wasn’t herself. she wasn’t herself. she wasn’t herself.

when she came to, her knuckles were bruised and bloody. there were bite marks from her wrist down to her elbow. her face was stained with tears. her costume stained with blood. she was on top of the bloody mess that was her victim. she felt exhausted - let alone terrified. darcy had recorded the whole thing, right from her perch in the dollhouse.

so no.

it wasn’t a conscious decision. it just. happened.

#child abuse cw #violence cw #murder cw #ask to tag #— * headcanons #{{ this topic can be heavy to approach with dewey because of her psyche #{{ she really is hurt and broken by the childhood she lived through. i never want to write her as this intentionally evil or bad person #{{ shes not a good person but i DONT want to villainies her if that’s the word? yes she does evil things sometimes #{{ but i never want her to be like ‘ I AM THIS WAY BECAUSE YOU MADE ME EVIL’ i dont thibk she realizes that. #{{ anyway!!! Thank you so much chip I love random questions like these!!!!!!!!! #{{ oh also addendum ; Winslow schott fully intended for her to be a villain as toyman #{{ but he supports her whole vigilante idea and funds her armies and helps her develop the tech #{{ they’ve occasionally teamed up to . Grab some funds . Perhaps illegally #{{ but of course if you says it’s in the name of Justice how could dewey NOT believ you?? #{{ Winslow himself was a very low class villain he wasn’t really full scale. i mean sure he did get into run ins with superman #{{ but that was when he was young and spry. he just doesn’t have time to be a goofy bank robber anymore #{{ and Winslow really doesn’t know the full extent of what dewey does #{{ all he sees is the aftermath of it all - her sobbing - all bloody and he just assumed that she lost the fight #{{ and actively tries to dissuade her from engaging in anymore fights with people and just be a silly robber like him #{{ but he just doesn’t know. And she’s too afraid to tell him she’s did the last thing she ever wanted to do #{{ okay i have to write a Drabble about these two now damnit. HASHTAG WINSLOW AS DEWEYS ADOPTIVE DAD 2k23 CMON PPL #{{ nearing the end of writing this and holy shit this is dark I need to add way more tags now #strangulation cw #torture cw #death cw #ableist language cw #{{ mun is not muse. Please remember that #graphic violence cw #( forgotten memory ) / * archived .

[pastel-peach-writes]

Caitvi x reader who's basically a dumb blonde (and very clumsy) at points but is smart in a few specific things you wouldn't expect (you choose what they are^^) they're kinda like Elle woods from legally blonde if yknow what I mean,! Thanks for doing caitvi requests they hardly exist!^^

Hi! This request is no problem and of course! I started making these caitvi posts because they barely exist and i was DYING for content. love to hear that you're enjoying them!

"How Do You Know That?" | CaitVi x Reader

╰┈➤ PLOT: Headcanons of Caitlyn and Vi with a clumsy, ditzy, yet smart in unique ways partner <3

╰┈➤ WARNINGS: Cursing, Clumsy Ass Reader, A Lot Of F-Bombs(Vi), Cute Ass Reader, Sleepy Vi, Hard-Worker Caitlyn, Not Proofread, No Y/N

⍣ ೋ Enjoy!⍣ ೋ

– okay, caitvi would never call you dumb. never.

– they like to think of you as, maybe a bit ditzy and a klutz. most definitely a klutz.

– you can't even make a pot of coffee without spilling the coffee ground everywhere.

– and don't get them started on how many times they found a sticky counter and had to clean it after you poured juice into a cup.

– they didn't mind your clumsiness though.

– it was cute and endearing and you were their klutz. (and the audience awhs.)

– anyways

– the only time they may get upset at your clumsiness is when you three are on stealth missions.

– for vi, it was like working with powder again.

– she had to make sure you were okay and preferred to walk behind you. however, she hated when you walked too far.

– "hey, be careful. you never know who or what's out there." "I'll literally be fine. you worry too much--" and there you go almost falling into a manhole.

– thank god for vi's fast ass reflexes.

– while it reminds vi of simpler times, (working with you on stealth missions), it reminds caitlyn of the painful days when she had to train trainees.

– most were incompetent, clumsy, and downright scaredy cats.

– no judgment to you if you're any of those things.

– it was different with you of course. but the slip-ups often reminded her of a trainee who made the same slip-up you did and suddenly she turned away trying to maintain her composure.

– anyways, your ditziness

– i personally believe everyone has their dumb blonde moments. some just have more than others.

– you have yours over the most basic things

– like almost taking a hot pan out of the oven or letting a plastic utensil sit dangerously close to an open flame.

– if caitlyn wasn't in the kitchen working, she was sure you'd burn the house down.

– another ditzy moment would be drinking a water bottle upside down, going to eat a random piece of pie because a man gave it to you, and running headfirst into a room full of mirrors.

– yeah. that shit hurt.

– adding onto your clumsiness, you'd trip and fall on your own two feet

– though your ditziness often shows in your actions and not your words, caitlyn and vi found themselves shocked on a random tuesday night at three am when you're asking them questions only a 7-year-old would think of.

-

"do you think dinosaurs poop? what color would it be?" you asked. you were in the middle of the bed with vi on your right and caitlyn on your left.

vi was resting on her side, seemingly knocked out cold. caitlyn was reading a book with her personal book lamp on. she made sure it was on dim so she wouldn't disrupt your sleep. you can imagine her startle when you spoke out of the blue.

"wh-what?" caitlyn stammered. she glanced over to you. maybe you were sleep-talking. sure, that's a weird ass phrase to say while asleep, but every sleep talker says dumb shit sometimes.

you glanced back at her, eyes wide open and dazzling with curiosity. "i mean, each dino species had a different diet and habitat. do you think based off their diets and habitats, their poop would smell different and have different colors?"

caitlyn couldn't even fathom an answer. her mind literally went blank. luckily for her, vi chipped in on the opposite side of the bed. her voice raspy and low. she was obviously asleep, but the quiet chatter woke her up. "babe, what the fuck are you talking about?"

"dinos!" you exclaimed. vi shushed you as she turned over to face you.

"why the fuck are we talking about dinos?" she squinted in your direction. even though caitlyn's light wasn't bright in the slightest, it was like the fucking sun compared to the darkness that was previously behind vi's eyes.

"and why do you know so much about their habitats and diets?" caitlyn chimed. she closed her book, but kept a hold of her light. she loved seeing how your eyes sparkled with wonder and how the corner of your lips upturned as you spoke about your random dinosaur inquiry.

"um, because it's common knowledge."

"no, the fuck it's not." "who said that?"

you blinked. all your life you knew just about everything about dinosaurs. you knew their DNA buildup, and bone structure, which dinos had more genetic tissue than the other. you were asking them a simple question and they didn't know?

sat up, your eyes shift between them. Vi is on the urge of falling back asleep and caitlyn is patiently waiting on the answer to her question. with a giggle, you shook your head. "you guys are so funny. anyways, i think the herbivores' poop is more green than the others because of their plant-based diet-"

"ugh, just go to sleep!" vi wrapped her arms around your waist and pulled down. with your back now on the mattress and giggles escaping from you once again, violet puts her head on your chest. "you talk too much. it's sleepy time and caitlyn, turn off that light for the love of god."

not phased by her sleepy crankiness because she's in love with her, caitlyn turned off the light with a slight chuckle. she's finally snuggled under the covers and joined the cuddle pile.

-

– since then, caitlyn and vi discovered you know a lot about some random shit

– (and that your interesting factoids were attractive as hell)

– the random shit includes space (most specifically black holes and speed of light), color theory, engineering but with the most unethical supplies, and murder mysteries (real and fake).

– you always surprise them with your random thoughts.

– sometimes you're trying to share knowledge and other times you're asking questions to see if they have the answer.

– no matter the question, no matter the topic, they're amazed you know all of this crap.

– this person who falls up the stairs, chokes on mouthwash, and literally wore their pants backward for a full day is asking their partners if they know about the space-time continuum.

– in vi's words, "um, what the fuck?"

– that being said, they love that big clumsy, ditzy brain of yours with random facts.

– vi call your their "fun fact calendar" because every day, you have a new fact about your selected topics.

– i've said this before and i'll say it again, they absolutely adore you and your wackiness

– it even helps when finding jinx.

– "yeah, it was easy because she used these colors, and while this means one thing in color theory, in color psychology it actually means--"

– "-- wait, wait. when did you pick up color psychology?"

– "last week! :D"

– both, in perfect unison: "you never fail to amaze me."

WC: 1,126

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[elleloquently]

invisible string [4] : ellie williams

part three

| college!ellie x female!reader - thank you guys so much for patiently (and excitedly) waiting for this update! school is absolutely so busy it's sickening, so it's hard to write as often as i want, but i really want to aim for at least one update per week! writing this chapter was so much fun so please let me know what you think... as always thank you for your love, requests are open, and reblogs and comments are always loved and appreciated! love ya <3 (p.s shout out to a creepy owner irl who inspired part of this fic)

| c/w - anxious reader, swearing, mention of weed, alcohol, men!

studying was very dull compared to texting a pretty girl.

ellie entered your life in a whirlwind, notes filling up your once empty walls and endless texts and pictures cluttering up your phone.

the texts came in slowly at first, maybe a few short conversations every other day, mostly complaining about how much homework the professor of your shared class was packing in before finals week hit. then entered stupid memes, random pictures... and suddenly you were staying up until 3am learning about each other, despite your 8am class.

it had only been a few days, and you knew that you were getting too attached.

it was a feeling that made your stomach sink, the realization of how much your mood improved with a simple text. you were happiest in class, sitting next to ellie, even when your hand cramped from filling out pages of study guides.

sighing, you turned your music up louder and crashed back onto your bed, cushioned by a multitude of throw pillows and blankets. you weren't getting much studying done anyway.

the song grew quiet as your phone chimed, music to your ears.

Zero progress.

attached was a photo of the study guide, the amount of completed questions matching those of your own packet.

you quickly typed out a response to ellie, short and to the point.

literally sickening

it was only a few seconds before she replied:

There goes my weekend!

you replied in agreement before forcing yourself back up to glance over your textbook. you've been lingering on the same chapter for over an hour. if you were truly honest with yourself, you probably only read about two paragraphs... you were distracted.

you hardly had time to even daydream due to how busy you were, but it's not like it mattered. you gaze lingered to the collaboration of drawings made by yourself and ellie, still sticking to the wall. your phone sounded once again, pulling you out of a sleepy daze. figuring it was ellie again, you closed your textbook in an act of resignment.

the smile that appeared once you heard the text notification slowly faded upon closer inspection.

it wasn't ellie. it was a friend, one you admittedly haven't spoken to much as of recent. you hadn't really meant to ghost her, but your schedules didn't really align much. this time of year you were so busy with assignments and work, and she was busy with... well, literally anything else.

her message consisted of only two words, call me. it was short and vague so you immediately obliged, worry taking over your senses.

she answered on the second ring, speaking before you had even opened your mouth.

"please tell me you don't have plans tonight," she urged.

you wince, already preparing an excuse. "i'm studying..." you start. it wasn't a complete lie, you really had been making an effort.

her disappointment is obvious by the way she sighs your name into the phone speaker. "i've barely seen you all semester," she argues.

you start to chip your nail polish on your free hand, holding your phone to your ear with the other one. "what's up?" you ask.

"come out with me tonight? please. you've hardly come out this semester and let's be real, once finals start there's no chance i'll be able to convince you to come out," your friend pleads. her desperation is heavy and you rub at your eyes.

you want to immediately tell her no, but you really hadn't seen her in awhile yet the other day you skipped class for a chance to hangout with someone you hardly even knew. granted, it was ellie, but still.

a pit of guilt planted itself in your stomach, forcing your next words.

"what time?"

yelping in excitment, the girl on the other end of the line gushes out all of the information to you. "i'll pick you up around eleven, okay?"

a rushed end to a quick call, with promises to text more and texting outfit options for the night.

you were nervous about the change of pace. it caused you a strange feeling of obligation, to get out of your bubble and do something different every once in awhile. during college, people were promised four years of finding their forever friends and partying, making the memories that will last their entire lifetime.

you tried to partake, but it felt forced.

with a demanding major and even more demanding coursework, it was hard to maintain friendships by finding the time to actually go out. any spare time you had was replaced with shifts at work.

you felt like you were doing college… wrong.

your music resumed, the volume increasing to drown out any anxious thoughts that would prompt you to cancel last minute.

with no new texts from ellie, you decided to give your study guide one last try.

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by the time you were supposed to get picked up, you were already yawning. you had dedicated the last hour to getting ready and picking an outfit that was deemed cute enough to make you feel good but still comfortable enough that you felt secure.

though it felt like a sleepy time of year, students were nearly restless. the pressures of exams were relieved on weekends, places around the college town open all night for people to blow off steam.

it happened quickly so you didn't have a moment to reconsider or backtrack, a text of 'here!' and shoving your feet into shoes before dashing to meet your friend in the parking lot.

the car ride was a catch up session, your friend talking about her new friends but you made a quick decision not to tell her about ellie. you weren't exactly sure why, but it was almost like you wanted to keep ellie to yourself. you checked your phone mindlessly and couldn't help but feel let down when nothing new presented on your screen.

the streets were alive and busy, girls huddled together to stay warm despite the lack of coats. the outside was an indication of how busy each bar and club would be, warm with heat and bodies packed inside.

you arrived at your friend's favorite establishment, the environment a stark difference from the comfortable evening you were having in your dorm just a few short hours ago. you pressed your way through a thick crowd, hanging loosely onto the arm of your friend so you wouldn't split up.

drinks were overpriced but you ordered one anyway, something to hold onto but you knew you would probably only finish a little more than half of it if you were dedicated enough.

"i'm gonna meet up with some people, my friends and their friends," your friend explained over the music, quickly resulting in your growing concern.

you wanted to give her the benefit of the doubt, you always did, but other people getting involved meant you would be inevitably ditched within the hour. the look on your face gave away your feeling and the girl standing opposite of you had a short patience.

"i wish you would've told me," you tried to reason, not wanting to look or sound pathetic.

"it doesn't matter," she shook her head. "they're nice, it'll be fun."

fun.

'fun' ended up being the act of standing awkwardly in the back because they wouldn't make enough room for you in the circle. 'fun' apparently was listening to them tell the same story over and over, yet talk over you every time you tried to speak too.

forced to be a wallflower, you stood with your back against the wall as you observed other people dancing. you could almost be content like this... the music was loud and the lighting was dark. the combination seemed like it would be an anxiety nightmare, but it was actually the opposite. you could stand there, completely unnoticed, hidden by the atmosphere.

you really could've been okay with it, until your eyes were drawn to your friend pointing at you. you stood up straight, thinking she was beckoning over, until you realized exactly what she was doing. she had been dancing with a guy that night, and that guy seemingly had a friend. she was pointing you out to the friend, pushing him to join you. he started walking in your direction and your stomach filled with dread. you didn't want to be in this situation, and you certainly didn't want to make small talk with some guy.

you tried to look busy, quickly pulling out your phone and looking anywhere else. against your silent praying, the guy stood over you.

"hey," he said, leaning too close to your ear and you ducked your head away. he smelled like alcohol and cologne that was sprayed too many times. you tried a polite smile but it came out like a wince.

"can i buy you a drink?"

you answered his question by holding up your cup, hand tightly covering the opening of the top. you had only taken a few sips of it, not able to stand the taste.

"how many?" he pressed, pointing to your cup.

"what?" your face scrunched in confusion.

"how many drinks have you had?" he clarified with a laugh that you didn't return.

"one. this is my first," you informed him flatly.

he made a face like he was pretending to be let down and your stomach turned. "only one? come on girl, you need more than that."

you outwardly groaned, rolling your eyes as you pushed yourself off of the wall. "i'm going to the bathroom. bye."

"want me to hold your drink?" he called after you, agitated and loud.

you ignored him and stepped carefully through the crowd, not wanting to stand too closely to any men or accidently bump any dancing girls. you were hyper focused on the restroom sign and the way the music pounded in your ears, muttering to yourself when you felt a hand wrap around your arm.

you immediately tensed, your blood running cold but your body feeling hot simultaneously. was this guy seriously grabbing you right now?

short tempered and fuming, you loudly spat "fuck off," as you angrily whipped around, only to be met with horrified green eyes, freckles, and auburn hair.

letting go as quickly as she had reached for you, ellie dropped her hand. "shit, sorry, i-"

you quickly cut her off, apologizing profusely.

"ellie, oh my god, i am so sorry," you stressed, heart sinking when she took a step away from you.

"sorry, i really shouldn't have done that," ellie mumbled, wincing. you nearly didn't hear her, the music was too loud.

she had on a loose flannel, unbuttoned down the middle and her converse. you were sure that her horrified expression matched your own, and you wanted nothing more than to sink into the floor.

"i'm so sorry," you repeated. "i thought you were someone else and-"

"i'm sorry, i called your name but-"

you kept talking over each other, rushing awkward apologies. ellie shifted on her feet, her cheeks red.

"sorry," you mentioned again, defeated. "there was this guy, and..."

"a guy," ellie repeated quietly, her expression unreadable.

"yeah," you pushed on, glancing over ellie's shoulder. he was watching you now, remaining where you left him. gross. "i was trying to get away from him and i didn't hear you, i had no idea, i'm so sorry ellie."

she laughed dryly as she recovered but your face still stung with embarrassment. "it's alright," ellie reassured you, turning her head to briefly spot the guy you had glanced at. "are you here with him?" she asked curiously.

you quickly shook your head, rolling your eyes to express your disgust. "no," you emphasized. "i'm here with my friend but... i don't know," you laughed bitterly, finally taking a moment to let it sink in that you had ran into ellie here.

"i don't know why i'm here," you felt the need to say.

ellie nodded with a short laugh. "tell me about it."

you raised an eyebrow but didn't press it, still feeling like you needed to collect yourself. you could stand and talk with ellie forever, but you seriously needed to regroup.

"hey, um, i'm gonna run to the bathroom," you explained.

"come find me when you're done?" ellie offered, green eyes scanning your face. she pointed to an area by the bar, showing you where you could find her.

your nerves didn't stand a chance, overpowered by the overwhelming desire to be close to her. you nodded, your smile genuine for the first time that night.

before you could return on your path to the bathroom, ellie spoke again. "do you want me to hold onto that for you?" she offered, gesturing to the drink in your hand.

"oh, yeah, thanks ellie." you passed it over and she covered the top with her hand automatically, a simple thing that made your heart swell.

"i'll be there, alright?" she guaranteed, her eyes never leaving yours. you nodded once and parted ways, quickly heading to the bathroom.

you dashed for an empty sink, running cold water over your hands as you stared at your reflection. you couldn't figure out why, but you felt weird about running into ellie here. you suddenly wondered who she was here with, or was she here alone?

pushing out a deep breath, you turned off the water and dried them with a paper towel. you felt dizzy, like you were in a state in between sleeping and being awake.

"this," you mumbled to your reflection, "this is why you don't go out."

once you had worked up the courage, you emerged from the bathroom and scanned your surroundings. the girl you came with was dancing with the guys and her friends. feeling secure in the fact that you wouldn't be missed, you went to look for ellie but you didn't have to search for long.

ellie was exactly where she had said she would be, leaning against the bar with her hand protectively covering your drink. she seemed to be keeping an eye out for you because when your eyes locked, she waved you over.

you didn't bother to try and contain your grin as you made your way over, but your confidence was short lived when a pretty girl with dark hair leaned over, talking in ellie's ear.

oh.

whatever the girl said had made ellie laugh, and you faltered in your step. of course she was here with someone. of course she had other friends, (a girlfriend?) other people that she actively talked to and hung out with. you would've been stupid for thinking otherwise, you just hadn't thought about it much.

you didn't want to interrupt, but ellie caught your eye again. she raised her eyebrows, curiously, waiting. taking a deep breath, you pressed on, slowly coming to her side.

ellie handed your cup over and you accepted, taking a drink for courage.

"welcome back," ellie mused, a small smile gracing her lips.

you glanced at the girl standing on the other side of ellie, the liquid in her cup a vibrant color. ellie followed your eyes and made a face of realization, pulling the girl into the conversation.

almost sounding sheepish, she introduced her. "this is my friend dina, and... jesse," ellie craned her neck around but 'jesse' was elsewhere. you nodded anyway, smiling in dina's direction.

"hi, it's nice to meet you," you said, genuinely, despite your heart pounding in your chest.

"likewise! i've heard so much about you," dina replied, eyes bright and smiling.

ellie's eyes widened and your eyebrows shot up, taken aback by dina's introduction. you glanced at ellie but she was already composed.

"really?" you asked, truly surprised.

dina laughed and changed the subject. "jesse complains about coming but yet it's impossible to keep an eye on him," she expresses in response. "it was so nice meeting you," dina smiles at you once more and quickly squeezes ellie's shoulder before disappearing, presumably to find 'jesse.'

you take another drink and ellie clears her throat, music filling the silence. "where's your friend?" ellie questions.

you hum thoughtfully and scan the faces of all of the dancing people until your eyes land on her group. "there," you nod in their direction, trying not to sound bitter.

"are they all your friends? do you want me to go meet them?" ellie asks, watching them for a moment before gazing at you, eyes flickering over your face.

"no," you reply quickly, flatly.

"okay then," ellie laughs, tilting her head to peer at your expression. she brushes a strand of hair out of her face and it's hard not to watch, to not be entranced by every slight movement and expression she makes.

once again, you're thankful for the lighting, or lack thereof, and for the music. for some reason it feels like less pressure, which you appreciate.

"oh god," ellie mumbles, drawing your attention. she wraps her tattooed arm around your waist, gently pulling you closer to her side. your breath hitches and you tense up, but her arm is then back by her side, the ghost of her touch electrocuting your senses. "watch out," she says, nodding to an older man making his way to the bar.

your eyebrows draw together in confusion as ellie watches the man in disgust, but you're more focused on the fact that her arm was just around you for about three seconds.

you take a slow drink, watching as the man leans down to talk to several girls crowded around the bar. it seems nearly harmless though a little odd, he's definitely the oldest person in the room as everyone else is college aged. you turn to ellie, confused, but she nudges your arm to keep watching.

he puts his arms around the girls, his hands going way too low, signaling the bartender to give them drinks with a flick of his hand.

you face ellie, eyes wide and mouth agape. she nods in disgust, but slightly amused at your expression.

"he's the owner," she explains. "he's so gross... people flirt with him because if he likes you, you're set with free drinks. he's just... gross."

"why are you here?" you question, frowning.

"dina likes to dance," ellie says simply.

"and you?"

"no," ellie laughs quickly.

"i definitely wasn't expecting to run into you here," you admit, running your finger along the rim of your plastic cup.

"yeah? i wasn't expecting you either." ellie watches you carefully, thoughtful in expression but casual in demeanor.

"excuse me ladies," a gruff voice cuts through. you snap your head up and meet the eyes of the owner, chewing your bottom lip nervously as his eyes drag across you and ellie. he contemplates ellie for a moment before setting his gaze on you, frowning.

"aren't you warm in that, sweetheart?" he slurs out, indicating to the sweater you're wearing. ellie places a gentle hand on your shoulder, making a face at the man from over your shoulder.

"i'm just fine," you remark.

he doesn't like your answer, but you didn't say anything rude so he can't lecture you. he stares at you, unmoving, and decides to give you one last chance.

"what're you drinking there?" he questions, shuffling closer to get a better look. he makes like he's expecting you to bat your eyelashes at him, and ellie tugs you backwards into her.

"let's go dance," she murmurs into your ear. your face gets hot and her hands are on your shoulders, walking behind you and guiding you away from the bar. you leave your drink on the counter, unwanted.

once you're far enough away, she gently halts you to a stop. your skin is burning from the contact and you turn to face her, trying to be lighthearted. "i thought you don't like to dance?"

the corners of her mouth turn up and you give in, absolutely folding in her presence. you leave about a foot of space in between your bodies, but loosely and awkwardly wrap your arms around her shoulders. it makes ellie nervously laugh, and she hesitates before carefully placing her hands at your waist. it's your turn to laugh now, fully aware of how ridiculous you must look. you obnoxiously sway to the side, putting your weight onto one foot and then the other, threatening to make each other fall over with the abrupt movements. it's a stark contrast to the way everyone else is moving to the music, but you're both genuinely laughing so you leave it be.

you can see your previous group in the corner of your eye and nerves wash over you again, feeling shy at ellie's playful touch. suddenly you feel guilty for harboring a secret crush on the girl, feeling as if you've crossed some sort of boundary. you steady yourself but it's hard to breathe with ellie so close, staring at your eyes and your lips and your eyes again... or did you imagine it? obviously not, but certainly you're reading into it? making something out of nothing?

ellie coughs, flustered. you both stop 'dancing,' dropping your arms and facing each other straight on.

"hey," you say, your face scrunching in confusion, "i thought you were working on the study guide tonight."

your comment makes ellie recover and she breathes out a laugh in surprise, even though you were being serious.

"i thought you were working on the study guide tonight."

you frown and ellie rolls her eyes, shaking her head at you in pretend disappointment. "work on it with me tomorrow then," she tells you, nearly surprising herself with how quickly it came out.

her voice is like honey, making it impossible to pull away from her, even mentally.

"really?" you eye her suspiciously.

she nods and shrugs, and you promise to think it over. standing this close to ellie felt dangerous to the small amount of confidence you tried to build up. she smelled almost earthy, a warm deep scent, maybe a touch of vanilla and... weed?

a hand brushed your waist but it wasn't ellie's, the body stepping into view. the guy from earlier that your friend had sent over came around to stand next to ellie, his eyelids heavy.

"what the fuck, dude?" ellie questioned sharply.

"i was watching you dance," he mused, glancing at you and then ellie. it was hardly even dancing, you were just making each other laugh, so your skin crawled with the idea of that guy watching with ill intent.

"okay, go watch someone else," ellie shot back, her tongue sharp.

you glanced around, catching sight of your friend from earlier. she was watching the interaction, as if it were encouraged, and gave you a thumbs up. you exhaled in disbelief, turning your attention back to ellie. she was staring the guy down, brows furrowed.

"you ladies wanna dance with me or what?" he was cocky, drunk, and standing way too close.

"fuck off," ellie spat, a lot like how you did earlier when you thought that he was the one who grabbed your arm.

he stood in disbelief, unmoving, so you grabbed ellie's hand and dragged her away.

"they should be banned from public places," you grumble. ellie snorts, features immediately softening as she turns to you.

"this is ridiculous. do you wanna get out of here?"

at her proposition, your heart leaps. you definitely do, but the idea terrifies you nonetheless. despite yourself, you automatically nod.

"let me go find dina and jesse, see if they're gonna leave or stick around longer. wanna come with?"

you almost say yes but shake your head instead. "i should go tell the person i came with that i'm leaving, just in case."

ellie nods in understanding. she starts to turn away but stops short, eyes boring into your own. "meet me right by the entrance, okay? i'll be quick."

it's your turn to signal your understanding now, and you head back through the crowd to find your... friend. it's pretty easy to spot her but not to gain her attention.

"hey. hey, i'm gonna go, alright?"

she whips around at you, confused. "you're leaving?"

"yeah."

"are you gonna be safe?"

despite being ignored and ambushed with a creepy guy, you smile at her concern. it's the bare minimum, really, but it's appreciated.

"yeah," you repeat. "it's... a friend from class. she's good. safe," you express.

you say your goodbyes and head straight for the doors like you agreed with ellie. you’re only waiting alone for a moment before she joins you, car keys in hand. dina and jesse aren’t following, and instantly you feel like an idiot.

“oh my god, ellie, i totally sabotaged your night.”

“what? no you didn’t,” ellie disagrees.

you push through the doors together, greeted by harsh winds. the cold evening air was shocking as it hit your face, self doubt washing over you.

"you were just trying to have a fun night with your friends and i... i'm such an idiot," you mutter.

"whoa, hey, you're alright," ellie presses softly. she stops walking to look at you, but looks as though she has to work up the courage before she continues speaking. "i'm glad you here were, alright? dina and jesse are fine."

your face is burning and she hesitates again, but the worry expressed on your face causes ellie to continue on.

"honestly i was getting ready to leave before i saw you," she admits, looking in any direction away from you.

you beg and plead with yourself not to read into it, but why did she hesitate? why would you be nervous to tell that to someone who's just a friend? are you reading too much into it, or are you friendzoning yourself?

"ellie," you breathe, and she finally brings her attention back to you. the wind howls through the night, whipping your hair across your cheeks. your heart beats quicker but ellie grows reserved, adjusting her weight on her feet.

"i'll drive you to your dorm," she tells you as she beings walking once more. you quickly follow behind, in a trance of wondering and wanting.

it felt different from before, different from sitting next to her in class and different from studying together. what was usually light hearted jokes and easy conversation was replaced by a thick cloud of nerves, a tension that conjured itself out of nowhere and you desperately wanted to crack a joke but you felt shy.

you were texting a lot lately, you had some serious late night conversations about your families, stressors, lives, anything to get to know each other but this was different. ellie seemed almost solemn now, guarded, and you were worried that you had gotten too comfortable too quickly.

you worried as you walked to the car and you worried as she drove. ellie did exactly as she said she would and you arrived safely to your building, but your feet were glued to the ground as you reached the door and you desperately wanted to selfishly stay with her, just a little longer.

"thanks for pretty much saving me tonight," you stated earnestly. "it sucked before you found me, i'm glad you did."

ellie's smile was crooked and sincere and a wave of relief washed over you. "see you tomorrow?" she asked, her eyebrows drawing up to her forehead.

"the study guide will be completed," you affirm, grinning back at the auburn haired girl.

you heave open the door to your building and ellie steps back to the car, but you call after her one final time. "text me when you're home safe," you urge her, and you can't see the smile that graces her face.

"i will," ellie promises, and she did.

after cleaning up you fall into bed, exhausted, but your mind is racing. you turn to your side, facing the wall that is decorated with two sticky notes. you lightly trace ellie's drawings with your finger, willing yourself to go to sleep so you won't be absolutely miserable with a lack of sleep by the morning.

you were seeing her again, tomorrow, and nothing else at that moment mattered.

not your endless piles of homework, or the way you were ditched tonight. not the fact that the weather was getting colder by the day and you still couldn't find your earmuffs, or that one of your finals was going to take place at 7am.

nothing else mattered... just ellie.

[ part five ]

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[aventurine-official]

[Stelle shoots a message to Aventurine as payback for the Dr. Ratio incident. Either way, she was feeling a bit lazy today and for a fact, she doesn’t even know where Aventurine’s room is. “Damn, so much for friendship.” Stelle thinks, rolling her eyes. Anyways, is it Wing Woman Stelle’s time to shine? Who knows?] TEXT: Aventurine. TEXT: Random question ig- TEXT: So yk how that autistic gay guy cough Dr. Ratio (@veritas-ratio-rp) cough has fallen head over heels for you right? TEXT: AND. and, the same can be said for YOU. TEXT: So how about you confess to him already??? TEXT: Like damn, when will both of you start to date? TEXT: Clearly y’all gay af. TEXT: for each other.

(Mun Xyn- Its time for Wing man woman Stelle to dawn upon this relationship. Anyways, hi hi Mod Minie! Hope you’re doing okay?)

-@galacticbaseballbatter🌟

*Aventurine groans, blinking sleepily as he reaches an arm out of the cozy pile of blankets curled around him to grab his buzzing phone off of the side table.*

"This had better be important..." *The blonde sits himself up against the pillows, leaning back and sliding to unlock his device. Several notifications-- from the Trailblazer, of all people-- lie in wait for him.*

*How interesting... and the topic of the messages seems to be none other than a certain doctor from the Intelligentsia Guild. With a reluctant sigh, he opens his direct messages.*

Aventurine: Mm? Ratio? In love with me? Aventurine: Oh, thank you for the laugh, friend. I needed a bit of cheering up today~ Aventurine: There is no way that the good doctor has fallen for me, trust me Aventurine: And if he has... there isn't anything I can do about it. Aventurine: As for the latter, what in the cosmos makes you think that I'm in love with a genius like him? Aventurine: I won't deny my attraction to him, but never once have I proved it to be anything but lust~ Aventurine: It'll wear off. It always does Aventurine: A date? I've never considered it Aventurine: Maybe I'll ask him covertly, rope him into it Aventurine: Only to assure that he does indeed have his sights set on me, of course. Aventurine: And if you turn out to be right... Aventurine: Well, I'll just have to owe you one, friend~ Aventurine: And reevaluate my betting chips.

*Aventurine can't help the hint of a smile that creeps along his lips. He's alone here, after all, and he giggles to himself before discarding his phone and rolling back over in bed.*

(Ooc: You are so right on that one. Aventio the oblivious idiots. Somebody help them omg~ Yes, hi!! I've been doing alright, actually! Just a little busy lately, hence why it took me so long to reply to his omg. I hope you're well too! ~ Mod Minie)

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[messedupfan]

The Institute

Summary: Jean and Raven give Wanda and Y/n a tour of the headquarters.

A/N: I'm loving the responses so far hahaha Let me know if you're team Wanda or team Jean. Enjoy!

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Walking through the Institute made your skin crawl with how familiar yet foreign the place is. It was similar to the one you grew up in but somehow vastly different. Luckily, neither Jean or Raven are in the mood to give the full tour of the facility. The only rooms that they show you to are the room that you and Wanda are staying in and after setting your bags inside, they guide you two to the war room. Inside were various monitors that were broadcasting information the two women must’ve collected from the other universes. A long table that had a mess of files and folders, even a few trays of food and disposable cups. On the wall at the back of the room was a giant map. It was the strangest map you had ever seen. It was of many universes with many random numbers floating about. On the right side of the screen were numbers in red. 

You step closer to get a better look at the numbers. “Those are the universes that we’re assuming the witch has already destroyed.” The person that answers the question you hadn’t asked yet was Carol Danvers, she was munching on some chips while you stared at Captain Marvel wide-eyed. “Hi, I’m Carol–” 

“Danvers,” Wanda completes as she looks at the woman in disbelief. “Wow, there’s a nexus of you too?” 

The woman smiles awkwardly, still not used to any part of this situation. “Yeah, I suppose there is. I’m not a complete asshole in your universe am I? The two of you look kind of shocked to see me.”

“No,” you clear your throat and shake your head to bring yourself back. “No, we were friends until you uh, I mean. We– well, she was really good friends with our Carol until she died on a mission,” you explain. Now you understand what Jean and Raven must be going through with you. It was shocking and difficult to see a version of the person that you had cared about and mourned, standing in front of you alive and well. She has shorter hair than your friend did, but otherwise the resemblance was uncanny. You look to your wife to see if she is okay. They had a close relationship and it was hard for her to lose her best friend. On the night of the funeral she made you promise to never go on another mission again, because she needs you more than the world does. 

Wanda is trying to keep from getting emotional but she can’t help it. To see her friend again felt really good. “Can I hug you?” She asks before she wraps her arms around the woman anyways. Carol laughs as she returns the hug. 

“I’m glad to know she had you as a friend. If we were anything alike, she really needed someone like you in her life,” she says as she comforts your wife. 

“Were we friends too?” You ask to fill in the conversation that your wife couldn’t at the moment. 

Carol shrugs, “You married her so we tolerated each other.” You’re amused by her bluntness and make a comment about the universes not being so different after all. She laughs as she pats Wanda on the back to politely end the hug. “Alright, Maximoff, time to release me.” Wanda nods and pulls away as she wipes away some of her tears and thanks her. “No need, believe me, with how stressful all of this is,” she gestures to the intimidating room, “I needed that hug just as much as you did.” 

Wanda excuses herself to go clean up and when you offer to go with her she refuses you and tells you to stay put. “Where is everyone else?” Jean asks as she sets down the tablet she was preoccupied with. A screen that wasn’t on before is now showing the information they had collected from your universe. 

“Wonderbread is sleeping in and your highness the fancy toaster is out collecting more data on the other Nexus Beings. Seeing how many are left, estimating how many she took.” Carol sits down and kicks her feet up on the table as she bunches up the empty snack bag and tosses it over her shoulder. 

Raven shakes her head, narrowing her eyes, “And what were you doing?” 

“Keeping your seat warm, darling,” she winks at the shapeshifter that rolls her eyes as she tries to organize the area a bit more. When she left, the place was spotless, she should’ve known she would have needed to ask one of her colleagues to come in every now and then to reorganize the place. 

“You could have cleaned up around here,” Raven starts. While they argue, you start walking by each monitor so you can catch up on the information they already have. Getting to know your other teammates in a way before actually meeting them. 

“It’s a little overwhelming, isn’t it?” Jean asks as she stands beside you. “I’ve witnessed most of this and I still can’t wrap my head around it.” She continues on, feeling the need to talk to you about anything at this point. You nod your head and turn to look at her.

“I’m not sure anyone’s brain was meant to handle this much information in such a short amount of time. After seeing Danvers alive,” you trail as you look over at the woman begrudgingly picking up the cups and take-out containers while Raven goes on about the importance of cleanliness. She exclaims about how she cannot believe the mess three adults can make in two days without supervision. You smile a little as you watch the Nexus Being mimic the shapeshifter in a childish manner. “I don’t know how I’m ever supposed to live a normal life again.” 

Jean shrugs, “You’ve figured out how to do that before, haven’t you?” You look at her in question and she points to your monitor. “Your body holds every infinity stone from your universe, something that should be impossible and useless outside of it but you make it possible. That’s not exactly a normal life, even for a Sorcerer Supreme.” You laugh and scratch your head sheepishly as you agree that it isn’t what most would consider to be a normal life. 

“So I’m guessing the person you knew wasn’t as reckless as I am when it comes to saving the world,” you ask lightly. “Wanda will be jealous if that’s the case.”

“No, they absolutely were,” Jean instantly answers. “The version of you that I knew was constantly giving me heart attacks. But they always came back to me, without fail. You refused to break that promise to me.” She gets a distant look in her eyes as her mind is invaded by thoughts of the love of her life. “It’s part of what made losing you so hard. I mean, not you. Y/n. My Y/n, I mean,” Jean laughs awkwardly as she remembers the first time she ever called Y/n hers. How happy they were to hear her say it. They were surprised but every time after they had looked at her so lovingly, whereas right now the only thing in your eyes is pity. 

Jean excuses herself to break up what was happening between Raven and Carol and you let her go. You decide to look for Wanda since she hasn't returned yet. You wonder if she got lost or something. As you're walking down the hall a loud screech from outside catches your attention. You look out of one of the big windows that make the wall and see a robot dropping a mostly nude man onto the main platform where you and Wanda had arrived from. They were too far to see many details but something, his screaming mostly, tells you that the man is from a time long before yours and this must be quite a shock for him. Figuring that you’ll find out what that is about later, you ignore it for now and continue to find your wife. 

Checking down each corridor as you pass them, you don’t sense Wanda until you get close to the room. You initially thought she would have gone to one of the public restrooms, but she seemed pretty upset when she left. She is lying on the bed, hugging a pillow when you find her. You lock the door behind you and then you lay down behind her. Unsure if she wants to be touched because sometimes she doesn’t and you were respectful of that. 

“Where’s your head at?” You ask her softly. Wanda doesn’t have an answer for you, so instead she reaches behind you to have you to hold her. You adjust your position so that you can comfortably do so. “You don’t have to be here, no one will think less of you if you go home.” This makes Wanda turn in your arms so that she can glare at you. 

“Stop trying to talk me out of this. We’re in this together,” this time to remind you of the vows the two of you made to each other, she holds her engagement and wedding rings up. You couldn’t help but smile at them, the first memories coming to mind are the days that you conjured them on her finger. You take her hand so that you can place a kiss on the back of it and rub soothing circles to help her anxieties. Wanda sighs with content, grateful that you know what she needs. “I just needed a minute. You know how hard it was for me to lose Carol. She was my best friend. We were sisters. I’m lucky to know that we have that bond in other places but, it makes my head spin, you know?” 

You nod because you did know, in a sense. It makes you think about the Scarlet Witch. The kinds of people she must be missing from her life that has led her to the point that she is at in her life. Either she never had them or she lost them all and the thought was almost too much to bear. The train of thought even brings your mind back to the woman looking at you like she wanted to have you all to herself. 

“The more this whole thing settles in my mind, the more impossible it’s starting to feel. I’m scared, duša. I won’t lie to you about how I feel, but I’m not backing down,” Wanda continues. “So, until you can give me a real reason please don’t ask me to go home again.” You promise her that you won’t bring it up again. She makes you seal the promise with a pinky swear and a kiss. 

There is a knock on the door and the two of you take a deep breath and tell each other that you can do this. You stand up first so that you can pull her out of the bed since she wouldn’t let go of your hand. She stays attached to you the entire way back to the room but lets go of you once you’ve entered the room. With an expression, you ask her if she is okay and she points her eyes in the direction of the Phoenix who seemed to be preparing to give the briefing. The simple act of kindness made you fall for your wife all over again, she was always thinking of others. In your eyes, she was unmatched when it came to her pure heart. 

“Please, find a seat and we can get started,” Jean says as she gestures to the many empty seats at the long table. There were only three chairs that were occupied. The ones taken by Raven and Carol and one more by a man you hadn’t had the pleasure of meeting yet, however, his attention was drawn to the woman standing next to you. “Simon!” Jean says, to grab the man’s attention once again. Now you know why the notes on his monitor said that his weakness was Wanda Maximoff. You thought he was going to be afraid of her, like many others would be. But now you knew exactly why she was his weakness, it was the same reason she was your weakness. “Alright, now that we have most of you here. Let’s get started–” 

Jean is cut off when the door opens and two unique figures walk through. A man that looks like he belongs in the stone age and a much more advanced version of Vision than the one you know. “Sorry for the interruption,” he pushes the man with no skin on his head into an empty seat at the table. “This is Ghost Rider, he’s from 1,000,000 BC in the 272 universe. We will have to be patient with him but believe me, it will be worth it.” 

“Oh-kay,” Jean says as she looks over at the strange looking man that is looking around the room wildly, trying to process all of the new around him. “May I continue now?” 

“Please,” Vision gestures for her to do so as he finds his own seat.  

From that point on, they go over what they know. Each Nexus Being contributes what they can remember from the many nightmares of the Scarlet Witch murdering their variants. You purposely leave out the one that occurred here. When Jean asks if you had a nightmare of it, you apologize and say that you don’t remember. You wouldn’t want to hear about Wanda in her last moments before a monster took her away from you for good, so you couldn’t put the redhead with desperate eyes through the same thing. 

What you didn’t know was how much she needed you to confirm that she lost you to the Scarlet Witch. That the love of her life didn’t willingly choose to leave her. She knew that you weren’t telling her the truth about dreaming about their death, she didn’t need to know if you had or not. What worried her was why you were reluctant to tell her. Would it be what everyone had been telling her was what happened? That Y/n got up in the middle of the night and decided that they had enough with this life? No, she wouldn’t lose hope yet. 

After they were done comparing notes about their nightmares, cultivating a list of abilities she possessed and theorizing the limitations and weaknesses they have to work with, they moved onto using the map. Working to choose the Nexus Beings that could be useful and or willing to help their cause. They write down the names and numbers of the dimension that they think will have prime candidates. 

While you’re learning how to use the portable multiversal travel device you find yourself questioning a few things. Thankfully, Raven was your instructor because you weren’t sure if you could ask Jean the questions that were jumping around your head. 

While Wanda is preoccupied with the device, trying to call the platform but finding it to be more difficult than it had looked, you decide to talk to Raven. “So, we were able to pinpoint exactly where certain Nexus Beings are,” you start conversationally and the shapeshifter makes a noise to let you know she heard you but her main focus was somewhere else. You thought for a second it was your clumsy wife but find yourself smiling a little when you notice her gaze went far beyond that. “Danvers, huh?” You ask just above a whisper to catch her attention. 

“What? Huh? Sorry, were you saying something?” Her focus is on you now and you decide not to mention what previously held her full attention. You repeat what you had observed in the war room earlier and she nods. “Yeah, we did. What about it?” She asks, a little annoyed that you were pointing out the obvious. 

“Well, Jean mentioned to me earlier about having seen me and Wanda together in every other universe. And the two of you seemed so happy to have found me. Or rather, the correct me, so I just have to ask. Why is it easier to locate Nexus Beings now than it was before?” You finally get the question out and Raven understands your confusion. 

“We are advanced in our technology and information on the multiverse, but up until we found Vision on Earth-90110, we were blindly searching. Of course, we wanted to start with finding you first. So that’s what our goal was when we’d enter a different dimension. But we’d either find out that something happened to you or that you weren’t the Nexus we were looking for. So we would go to the Nexus in those worlds to try to convince them to help but they had no idea what we were talking about. Until we met Carol. She was the first one to agree to come with us,” her gaze wanders back to the woman with short blonde hair and the playful attitude. She lets herself get lost for a second, watching the woman engage in a conversion with Simon and Jean, then Wanda’s cursing at the device snaps her out of her head. “I’m sorry. Uh, then Simon came along and with his help we were able to find Vision. The improvements he made to our equipment is why today has been easy so far.” 

You thank her for the explanation and then you give your wife the help she needed in order to get the device working properly. She isn’t happy in the slightest that she needed your help to have the platform appear. You try not to laugh at her grouchiness but you can’t help how adorable and amusing you find her. She shuts the machine off and storms to the other group, telling you not to follow her. Raven shakes her head at you with a light scoff and you shrug your shoulders.

Once everyone has successfully done a trial run on the devices on their own, including Wanda, Raven hands everyone their assignments. A small device that is the size of a smart phone but it can make calls directly to this Institute in another universe in case of an emergency. It also holds the small bit of information that they were able to get on the Nexus that each group is supposed to look for. “Oh good, you’re here,” Raven says as a man in a lab coat arrives at the main platform. “This is my friend, Dr. Hank McCoy,” the man she pulled beside her waves with an awkward smile as she introduces him. “He was part of the research that cultivated the research for these devices. He will be joining Wanda and Carol,” she gestures to your wife and her friend that were distracted trying to figure out how the devices work again. 

They both look up as if they had been caught doing something bad and hide the start up device behind their backs. “Whatever you think happened, it wasn’t me!” Carol states. 

“I’m her alibi, it wasn’t her and it wasn’t me either,” Wanda raises her hand and you shake your head as you laugh quietly to yourself. 

Raven’s eyebrows knit together in confusion. “What the hell did you two do?” 

“Nothing, were we not clear before?” Carol retorts playfully. 

Not having the time to deal with this at the moment, she waves it off. “Whatever, Hank, good luck babysitting those two.” 

“Wait, why can’t you babysit us?” Carol asks, not exactly happy about this sudden substitution. 

“Because someone needs to keep an eye on,” the blonde woman nods her head in the direction of Ghost Rider, who everyone voted to have stay behind. “And I need to get the school cleared out. It’s too dangerous for them to be here.” 

“Why do we even need a babysitter?” Wanda asks next, completely offended. “Carol and I are very capable of traveling, just the two of us.” 

This time you save Raven the breath, “No, the two of you are hopeless. I don’t know how Simon’s pairing system failed, but the two of you need someone who will get you back here safely.” You look at the guy that the shapeshifter had appointed and he seemed harmless and responsible enough, “Hank will be a good balance for the two of you. Won’t you?” The man is brought out of his thoughts when you call attention to him, and has to wipe his eyes before ensuring everyone that he is fit for the task. It wasn’t easy being the one sharing the face of someone that meant a lot to people. But it did make you feel good that you were important to people in worlds outside of your own. 

“Alright, is everyone ready?” Raven asks and she is met with mostly nods except for one raised hand. “Yes, Simon?”

“Can I switch with Hank?” He asks, stepping forward, a little too eager for your liking. 

Jean swats the guy on the back of the head and pulls him back to her side, “He’s just joking,” she says. You smile, amused and thankful, in her direction. She has to look away when she notices it and you feel like maybe you shouldn’t have made the expression. But then when you look over at her again, she says, “You’re welcome,” through a mind message. 

“Alright, everyone, good luck and bring back as many as you can,” Raven calls over Ghost Rider so that the two can head back inside together. Each group wishes the other luck and one by one they disappear into another universe.

The Multiverse

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[kimbapisnotsushi]

sou !! hello !! this is also random and specific but i saw the datekou headcanon post and i was wondering. might you have any inarizaki road trip hcs?

i didn't until you asked me so LET'S GO

oh god you thought dateko was bad??? they were only stuck in the car for thirty minutes at MOST

(or something idk i haven't quite mapped out their geography yet but miyagi is a coastal prefecture and sendai isn't like SUPER far inland, so i'm just making assumptions out here)

but anyways. kurosu is driving obviously as much as he moans and groans about it

shoutout to the coaches btw they are CARRYING these headcanons

realistically i guess they'd road trip to another school for a training camp or like idk. maybe hot springs for some r&r bc inarizaki def has the budget for it but in my heart they road trip to suna's hometown during one of the breaks so suna can see his family <333

i guess it also kind of depends on WHERE in hyogo and aichi they are but we could get a solid 4-5 hours of driving if it was from, say, asago to tahara

kita makes a list of all the snacks everyone wants and rounds up aran, oomimi, and akagi to help him raid the market/convenience store like the old hunter-gatherer days

they end up with two massive tote bags of drinks, chips, cookies, and other miscellaneous snacks and one cooler for things like puddings and cakes and whatnot

oomimi sits shotgun because kurosu needed someone to help with directions and everyone else was on "make sure the miyas don't kill each other before we get there" duty

they all thought that kita was brilliant for making atsumu sit in the back and osamu up front because even tho they're separated the twins will NOT stop bickering and trying to throw random pieces of trash at each other. poor riseki gets caught in the crossfire the most often

they all converged to make one giant road trip playlist so you've got the weirdest mix of pop rock/bubblegum/k-pop/city pop, lofi, indie soft rock, show tunes and soundtracks, and more

(i named those genres with certain charas in mind so like. have fun figuring that out!)

nobody's willing to take a nap in fear of what the twins might do to each other when they're not looking

they play really stupid games like the alphabet-chain game and i spy and even try for a few rounds of truth or dare because, hey, there's nothing like being stuck in a car with your fellow teenagers for four hours to set the mood for emotionally vulnerable bonding time, right?

anyways. everyone learns that gin is afraid of heights and all sorts of horror movies, akagi would like to get his ears pierced some day, kosaku got rejected in middle school in front of his entire class and has refused to fall in love since, and suna takes pictures to capture the memory of a place he does not want to forget

(sorry i'm being emo about suna missing home again i'll stop)

kurosu is sweating BUCKETS in the front seat btw. "oh my god what do i do with this information am i supposed to talk to them i'm their TEACHER i'm supposed to guide them i do NOT get paid enough for this - "

a shame, really, considering inarizaki could definitely afford to give that man a raise

it's okay they get some really funny dares like daring gin to text his crush a totally random and weird question

(and thank god atsumu has his phone tucked away in his bag)

there's not a whole lot of dares they can do in the car tbh so they get really creative like daring osamu to eat this absolutely evil concoction of mixing tiramisu pudding into a bag of spicy chips and eating the whole thing

he does. nobody knows how he survived it

and then riseki dared both osamu AND atsumu to shut up and sit down and not even so much as GLANCE each other for the rest of the trip

this was at, like, the 1.5 hour mark btw

and okay he didn't say it EXACTLY like that because riseki is a sweet respectful underclassman but that WAS the closest to snapping he's ever gotten

they do stop occasionally here and there to get out and stretch their legs, but this makes their trip even longer bc it takes like thirty minutes each time to wrangle everyone and get them back in the van

also akagi is trying out his most terrible pickup lines. or antipickup lines. either one works

akagi: "are you lactose? because i can't tolerate you ;)" aran: "PLEASE, MAKE HIM STOP"

the only reason aran feels like he isn't completely suffering is because gin is sitting next to him and gin is kind of soothing like a cute pet would be. not that aran is thinking of gin as a pet nooooo ahahaha that would be weird

meanwhile gin is wondering why aran keeps trying to feed him crackers

they finally get to suna's hometown after being on the road for SIX AND A HALF HOURS

and while everyone is happy to be outside soaking up the sun and fresh air, they're all going to miss the bonding of being stuck in a van perhaps just a little bit

it's all right, they've got the return trip to look forward to

(made 100x worse when akagi busts out a drinking game and proclaims they should play with juice boxes, but that's a story for another time)

#i actually pulled up google maps for this and checked the cities/towns nearest to the prefecture borders #to find the closest possible distance between hyogo and aichi #2 hours btw. perhaps 2 hours and a half at most. 3 if you hit really bad traffic #anyways the only thing i will say about the music is that all the pop stuff is definitely akagi #(okay some suna and gin and a lil of everyone else but MOSTLY akagi) #AND I ACTUALLY GOT A PRETTY EVEN AMOUNT OF HCS FOR EVERYONE THIS TIME I'M SO PROUD #akagi michinari #kita shinsuke #oomimi ren #ojiro aran #miya osamu #miya atsumu #kosaku yuuto #ginjima hitoshi #riseki heisuke #kurosu norimune #haikyuu #haikyuu hcs #haikyuu!! #sou says stuff #sou answers

[softpine]

lmaoo i actually saw a post about how to properly censor images; because AI can just remove black bars now and read what's underneath, you have to actually delete the part you're trying to hide and THEN add the black bars on top just to denote that you removed something. i obviously don't care about confidentiality when it comes to something as silly as my sims story, but it's good to know for anyone who works with important web documents!! soooo you're gonna need more than x ray vision because those words are not on the photo anymore :P

mmmm cornbread and mac & cheese sounds so good, i would love to try baking it on top to make kind of a crispy casserole texture. i love to crush up potato chips and put them on top of avocado toast :D ohhh and i love dipping french fries in vanilla milkshakes

ANYWAY MY CHARACTERS (can you tell i'm hungry fjskjds) i think stevie has a remarkable ability to eat really nasty things just to make people laugh but otherwise she eats normally. elaine will try any of those novelty desserts like bacon dipped in chocolate or fried oreos because she has a sweet tooth. asa & beth being vegans can put together a meal from the most random forgotten food at the back of the cupboard. oh and casper will eat THE weirdest food when he's bulking up lmao because he's naturally skinny so his goal is just to pack in as many calories as possible; drown a ham roast in mayo, add shots of olive oil & eggs to protein shakes, cover salmon with peanut butter, etc etc. nasty stuff lol

@morrigan-sims lmaoo i believe your word, don't worry ;-; i love that you have such solid memories because i do the same thing with the media i love (like the day i started watching supernatural with my friend because our school had a half day due to a big snow storm in 2012 fjskjd) so i'll take it as a huge compliment that you remember where you were when you started reading frozen pines! thank you so much for all your kind words 💖 i've just been feeling insecure for reasons that have nothing to do with any of the lovely people who read my story, but the love i got in response to that post made me so happy anyway!! i can't say thank you enough, especially to you in particular because you've always been SO kind to me and i appreciate everything you've done for me 💗💗 i hope you have a wonderful day morri!!!

my bad i didn't see this until thursday fjksjds 🐪

i'm so sorry if i forgot to answer this or if i did answer it and i just can't remember, my memory has been BAD bad lately but this made me so happy to read!! thank you so much for spending your time with my story 🥺 i really appreciate it 💖💖

i'm also sorry if i forgot to answer this ahhhhh :( but that's a good question!! most other ghosts we've seen don't have enough consciousness to even realize that finn is different from them, let alone be jealous of him. they're trapped in their own little worlds with no awareness of their surroundings. it's really bleak :(

#i'm clearing my inbox now because i still have asks in there from simblreen fjskdjs but i think i've answered everything now! #if i missed yours i'm so so sorry it was not intentional #brain fog is a hell of a drug.... #well i'm saving a couple messages so i can take screenshots for you or put more thought into my response #it's probably been so long you don't even remember that it was you who sent the message lmaooo but i'm trying my best #asks #anonymous #nonsims #brandi answers #morrigan-sims

[sineala]

what do u think 616 stevetony and ults stevetony would think of each other if they met?

Thank you for the question! I don't get many asks these days.

I feel like I already have tackled this a couple different ways, fictionally; a surprising number of my Ults stories have some kind of multiverse component, and the two that actually involve some subset of Steve and Tony meeting each other are The Best of Intentions (Ults Steve meets 616 Steve and Tony) and Wish Fulfillment (616 Hydra Steve meets Ults Steve and Tony).

So I haven't actually written one that was more Tony-focused, but luckily, canon has taken care of that for us, because the Secret Wars miniseries Ultimate End has 616 Tony meeting Ults Steve and Tony. I brought some panels.

(This post also contains spoilers for relatively recent issues of AXE Judgment Day.)

Granted, I still have very little idea what is actually going on in Ultimate End, but it does have some good character interaction. (616 Steve is not there; the 616 Cap is Sam, but the 616 Tony is wearing Bleeding Edge, so you can see why I'm a little confused about the situation here on Battleworld. The 616 Steve and Tony who would be contemporaneous with the end of Ults never survived the end of the incursions, and at any rate this can't be the very end of Ults because Ults Steve is still alive.)

Anyway, Ultimate End does in fact give us some interaction between Ults Steve and 616 Tony, like this scene in issue 4:

(There is more interaction between them than this but I just grabbed a random panel. Ults Steve is usually a little grumpier than 616 Steve would be, yes. And, yes, I know I said 616 Tony was wearing Bleeding Edge and here he isn't but this is actually him remote-piloting a bunch of older suits.)

Issue 2 also has that one scene everyone loves with 616 and Ults Tony:

I think 616 Tony is the only person who's ever gotten Ults Tony to stop drinking. I also think that even in these panels we can see that 616 Tony has a more finely-honed sense of self-loathing and Ults Tony actually has to tell him to stop blaming himself. I guess that's only to be expected when Ults Tony is a Tony with approximately 50% fewer canonical suicide attempts than 616 Tony. (I say "approximately" because I'm not sure whether World's Most Wanted should count but Ults Tony has one (off-page) and 616 Tony has at least two (on-page). So, I mean, it's not like either of them are sterling examples of mental health but I feel like Ults Tony is at least doing a slightly better job not hating himself.)

As for what they'd think of each other? I mean, if you believe Ultimate End, 616 Tony thinks Ults Tony drinks too much and Ults Tony thinks 616 Tony hates himself too much and honestly those seem like pretty fair reads. They do seem to basically get along, though.

Since 616 and Ults Steve have never canonically met, that one's up to fandom. Honestly, I don't think they'd like each other that much, so, really, that was what I wrote. I imagine the difference between them that would seem most salient is that 616 Steve would probably be appalled at some of the words that come out of Ults Steve's mouth and the attitudes behind them. Like, can you imagine 616 Steve saying this?

I cannot imagine 616 Steve saying this. I cannot imagine 616 Steve thinking that any amount of casual misogyny was okay and, yeah, I think he would notice a difference. Ults Steve seems to have a more fragile conception of his own masculinity than 616 Steve does, generally speaking, and I think 616 Steve would notice that too. Ults Steve is angrier. He has more of a chip on his shoulder. I don't think 616 Steve would like Ults Steve at all.

And I know that this is probably partly down to differences between the stakes and general ethos in 616 and Ults, and the fact that Ults has permadeath turned on, but I feel like Ults Steve would find 616 Steve's optimism... unbearably naive? 616 Steve is the guy who is always there with an inspiring speech. And I'm not saying that Ults Steve isn't a good leader or that he can't rally people to fight, but I think 616 Steve fundamentally believes in the goodness of humanity and in their ability to triumph in a way that I don't think we see Ults Steve exhibit.

Like, check out 616 Steve in Judgment Day. He has failed, here in Judgment Day #3:

In fact, the entire planet has failed. And yet he's still out there, believing:

That is Judgment Day #4.

Judgment Day #5 gives us Steve sitting in the snow, drinking coffee, and being maybe a little discouraged about this:

Then he gets up anyway. He gets up and faces down the Celestial who is judging them, and he knows that he's not going to make it through this alive, but he still, deep down, really does believe in humanity:

He just... keeps standing. He gives people hope. That's who he is. That's what he does.

See also, Steve's famous speech to Thanos in Infinity Gauntlet:

I mean, it's basically the same speech.

I don't think Ults Steve really... represents the entire planet... in the same way that 616 Steve does. Which is fair, because mostly he isn't called upon to do that. I mean, I know he's been the president of the US. But that's still not what 616 Steve does. That's not the same thing at all.

Cataclysm is basically the most comparable event in terms of power level -- they are fighting 616 Galactus -- and Ults Steve is, at most, a battlefield tactician. Granted, he's a very good tactician. But that's all we see him do:

When he sacrifices himself to buy time for everyone else to fight Galactus, there is no inspiring speech:

The last thing he says is "how much time do you need?" That's it. There is no further dialogue.

He just... dies.

I think he believes in individual people, certainly. And he's capable of rallying the troops, sure. But to the best of my knowledge, that thing 616 Steve does? That thing 616 Steve does basically as naturally as breathing? He doesn't do that. Not that I can remember.

So I think he would look at 616 Steve and be like "are you fucking kidding me?" because I don't think he believes in the innate goodness of humanity the way 616 Steve does. This doesn't mean I think he's a bad person -- narratively, he's been put in a world that is hell of a lot harder, so it makes sense that this is how he's turned out. I love him a lot as a character. But I don't think anyone would call upon Ults Steve to be the world's optimist. And I don't think he'd understand that about 616 Steve.

So, yeah. Those are my extremely off-the-cuff thoughts about 616 vs. Ults Steve and Tony. This was way more about Steve, but I feel like for Tony, canon already answers the question for us.

#replies #meidui

[faerytreealtars]

Hi Fae!! I stumbled across your post about a reading game and got curious. I checked out your page and it is so pretty! The aesthetic makes me feel very at peace 😄🕊️

Never done this before, but here goes!

My name is Jess🤗

🌞: Capricorn

🌚: Scorpio

Venus: Pisces

Rising: Aquarius (hope that covers everything)

Tarot Birth Cards- Not American, so I Calculated DD/MM/YY

19= The Sun Card (?)

21= The World Card (?)

A random assumption... Hmmm I'm not good at these but I get the impression that you like buttery Mint Choc Chip cookies? Controversial but same. Also rosemary? Which is random... I'm just getting a lot of green food and herbs? I'm probably completely off, but I tried. Either way, you should take care of your health and eat lots of green vegetables. There is plenty of chlorophyll which helps oxygenate your blood. You'll feel energised.

Question- I don't even know my question, ahhh!

Where should I focus my energy? After exam season, I want to focus on either that new idea, making bank or putting myself out there for dating again (🥴or both, I made a sugar baby account as a joke. The red lines in my bank account are making it not a joke though 🥲). So, what should I focus on?

Oh no, I gave you a lot to read... Thank you for having the patience to read all this. Either way, this was fun!! The assumption part tripped me out but it was the most fun. I can't wait to see more of your page!

Bye now, remember to care of your health and have a good day!

Hello, my dear, thank you so much for sending your ask, I very much enjoyed channeling for you! Thank you so much for the compliments, I am ever so glad my little blog makes you feel at peace, after all, it is my intention to provide peace and comfort to whoever I can! I am happy my aesthetics and energy provide that.

I have never tried buttery mint cookies so I can not attest to whether they are nice or controversial but I do love normal chocolate chip cookies and muffins so you were close! I love herbs, working with them in spells and cooking. That may be where you're getting all that from.

Anyway, shall we move along to your reading...

{ Cards: The hermit, The magician, strength/fortitude, nine of swords & the lovers}

Dearest Jess

Your Guardian spirits & your higher self tell me you should first focus on rest and relaxation. Do some self-care and take time away for yourself - cleanse and rebuild your strength, for you have worked so hard and done so well. They are all so proud of you! When you then feel up to it focus on something creative and fun to you, perhaps this new idea of yours? this could involve friends or it will bring close friends to you either way when you make the choice to commit to your decision and passion it will lead you to a choice that in turn will bring all your manifestations/wishes your way! That is all that is coming through to me, I hope it is of help to you! Oh, and your guides urge me to tell you not to rush into anything make sure you do take some time off!

Much love to your guardian spirits and, of course, you too!

-Fae ⚘

{ Firstly the mood board reiterates the message of rest, relaxation and fun with friends. It seems you may have been pushing yourself too hard and worrying your guardian spirits. the last left-hand slot shows a magician card so manifestations will come but the pink and feminine energy of this card showcases it will only come if you slow down and reconnect to your divine feminine energy (which everyone has regardless of gender identity) and finally does this creative idea involve sewing or something along those lines? I just kept getting images of buttons, fabric, thread, and bobbins in my mind. If not take it as a sign of some kind from the universe but it won't tell me what!} Good luck and best wishes, I hope you enjoyed the reading and I would love to hear back from you! - Fae⚘

#fae speaks ♧ #cartomancy #channeling #divination #tarot #tarotblr #♡ messages channelled from the divine ♡ #˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ letters from beyond ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ #Letter: needsleepp

[a-tiny-frog-girl]

To Mars and Back ch. 4

previous // first // next (ao3)

Short fluff chapter while I chip away at chapter 5! (It's already 3.5k words and I'm nowhere close to done :,). ) Kinda filler, but I hope you enjoy it anyway. Please reblog or comment, it makes writing so much more enjoyable! Special thanks for this chapter goes to all the people who want to hear random bits of canon from this universe and of course, the readers. Love you guys!

warnings: implied abuse, dehumanization, negative self-talk, more accidental fearplay, injury mention

words: 1,205

summary: Reid and Mars start to get through to each other and bond.

"What now?" Reid muttered to himself as he set down Mars on a table next to the bed in his room. Mars watched his face carefully, her mind echoing the same question.

"Do you... need anything?" Reid asked. Mars shook her head. She'd already eaten today and she felt fine, she was probably good for now. For a moment, they sat in silence, Reid in deep thought.

"Are you going to make me sleep in a drawer?" Mars broke the silence haltingly.

"What? No! Jesus. Where do you usually sleep?" Reid glanced around the room, taking inventory. Mars was just glad he managed to keep his voice down even when he was surprised.

"Cage." Mars pulled her arms tight around herself and looked away. She didn't need to see the power rush the human got when he realized that he could put her in a cage and she couldn't do anything about it. She'd seen it enough. The following hush seemed to prove her correct, or it did until the human spoke again.

"A-- They made you sleep in a cage?" He asked softly. Mars didn't answer, scuffing her feet against the table below her.

"Mars, it's okay. I won't make you do anything you don't want to, I swear." Reid said. Mars used all of her willpower to meet his gaze and found nothing but sincerity there. This was going to hurt when he betrayed her, she thought.

Reid pulled a flip phone out of his pocket and tapped a bunch of buttons, somehow keeping his eyes on her the entire time. Was he telling the others? Laughing to them about how easy it would be to break her? She felt like a spec of unimportant dust under the human's watchful eye.

The click of the flip phone shutting made Mars spook out of her thoughts.

"Sorry, sorry." Reid said sheepishly. "Just checking in on the rest of my team."

Mars nodded robotically, rubbing her hands up and down her crossed arms.

"Are you cold?" Reid suddenly asked. 

Mars shook her head no, but a shiver wracked through her, answering for her. Gods, she hoped he wouldn't get upset about her lying. She pulled her arms so close that it felt like her chest couldn't expand properly.

"Smaller creatures have a harder time keeping body heat than bigger ones." Reid said, half to himself. Mars didn't miss the word 'creature' being used and fought the urge to curl up in a ball and try to ignore everything again. Things were so much easier back at the colony.

Reid moved his hand toward Mars. She took a deep breath in, closed her eyes, and rocked back on her heels, steadying herself for being scooped up again. It wasn't as bad as how the old humans grabbed (and sometimes squeezed) but Mars' heart nearly burst out of her chest every time a human looked at her, let alone picked her up.

After a few seconds of nothing happening, she opened her eyes a tiny bit, still holding her breath, waiting to be picked up. Instead, she found the human's concerned face in front of her.

"You okay?" Reid asked in the softest voice he could manage.

Mars opened her eyes fully and nodded, blushing in embarrassment. Reid moved his hand again more slowly, keeping his eye on Mars to make sure he wasn't scaring her. When she only shivered some more, he gently placed his hand palm up just in front of her. Mars looked between the hand at her feet and the human with confusion.

"You can get on, i-if you want to. It's okay if you don't." Reid explained. Mars felt a knot in her stomach loosen at the stutter. He seemed just as nervous as she was, for some weird reason. She took a steadying breath and nodded as she stepped forward onto the hand. 

She wobbled a little on the unfamiliar surface, struggling to maintain her balance on her already injured leg. The human's thumb rose from beside her, keeping her safely standing. The warmth from the hand immediately started soaking into Mars, making her muscles involuntarily relax.

For a moment, Mars and Reid just stared at each other, Mars in anticipation of something, anything, happening and Reid in awe of Mars.

"Why are you guys being so nice to me?" Mars said quietly as she dropped her head to look at the swirls in the skin she stood on. "If you want something, just tell me." This is freaking me out, she added in her head.

"You're a victim, Mars. We just want to make sure you're okay, safe. Why would we be mean to you?" Reid countered just as softly as before.

"Isn't it easier?" Mars' voice dropped so low Reid could barely hear it.

"Well, maybe. But just because something is easier doesn't mean it's right. Our job is to stop bad guys like the ones who hurt you. We would never stoop to their level." Reid said.

"Never?" Mars asked quietly, stuck between suspicion and hope.

"Never." Reid answered, swinging his legs over to lie on the bed, keeping her carefully braced the whole time. Mars let the tension out of her body, leaning back against the fingers behind her. She wanted to trust them. She wanted to be safe, but her mind was still looking for ways they could hurt her. 

"Could you, uh, put me down?" Mars asked timidly. If he really meant what he said, he'd listen to her, right? 

Reid paused and for a moment Mars was sure he was going to take back his words, but he responded right after.

"Oh, of course. If you need a blanket or something, don't be afraid to ask." Reid set her on the open pillow to his left.

Two sides of her brain started fighting as soon as her feet hit the cushy pillow. One side wanted to try to run and escape again while the other begged her to lie down on the most comfortable surface she had ever stepped foot on. Her leg decided for her, though, as it finally decided it had had enough of her standing on it and gave way, making her fall to her knees. 

"Whoa, what happened?" Reid asked worriedly.

"It was just my leg." Mars said as she rearranged her aching body into a sitting position.

"Oh, yeah. You must be pretty tired, huh?" Reid said, and for the first time in a long while, Mars didn't feel like sleeping would be a bad thing.

She nodded and yawned. She felt something touch her head and froze, but it just messed up her hair a little and backed off. Reid smiled at her and she allowed herself to shyly smile back.

"You should go to sleep, it might make you heal faster." Reid said as he turned the bedside lamp off.

"Yeah..." Mars said, still a little nervously.

"Hey, I know it's scary, but you're safe now, okay? I'll keep the other lamp on for you." Reid reassured her.

The soft glow of the lamp and her sore body made her eyes close almost immediately. She was far too tired to fight it and fell asleep soon after.

#froggy writes #g/t #giant/tiny #borrowers #sfw gt #gt community #To Mars and Back #oc: mars #sfw giant/tiny #gt fluff #gt hurt comfort #criminal minds g/t #gt writing #g/t writing

[eoieopda]

Hihi, Jade! Hope you’ve been well and are doing good hehe

I started learning the pre-chorus + chorus to Like Crazy and when I tell you it’s groovy as shit. Like damn. Though, if this doesn’t improve my hip-control, I genuinely have no idea what will 🤡

On another note, I’m meeting up with one of my friends on Monday! We’re going out for coffee and window shopping and I’m pretty excited because I haven’t seen her since the beginning of February of this year, and I’m excited to talk to her face to face (hah see what I did there ;))

I also did a little brainstorming for a story I’ve wanted to write since August of 2020, and I’m hoping it’s gonna help with my immense writers block concerning the idea itself lmfao

I was also wondering, but do you bake? I know it’s a pretty random question but a lot of my friends bake, and I’ve only ever baked once with one of said friends. We made chocolate muffins and, despite them being relatively messy, they actually tasted pretty good! I’m a bit sad we didn’t have chocolate chips though, I would’ve loved to take the famous(?) “you measure that shit with your heart” post as inspiration to make a mostly choc-chip choco muffin hehe.

Do you draw at all, either? I don’t draw much, and when I do I almost always draw exclusively doodles, but I’ve had a couple which came out pretty well. I drew this really tiny dragon a while ago (probably a few years back) which I thought came out pretty well hehet.

By the way, on a less random and softer note, I’ve been meaning to tell you but kept getting shy and insecure about how to say it, but I really appreciate you, you know? I know we don’t know each other super personally and everything, but our exchanges have been a consistent highlight to my everyday life since I’ve become your mutual.

Like, I can’t even begin to say how big of an impact you’ve had on me as a person just with a couple of our (admittedly short) interactions. Your posts brighten up my day, and I really love how full of love you are, and how you’re so unapologetically yourself. It’s really pushed me to become more comfortable in my own skin, which I couldn’t thank you enough for.

I know that probably went from zero (0) to one-hundred (100) real quick, lol, but I thought it was about time, you know? Sorry for putting something like this in an ask, I probably should’ve sent it in a PM but I thought, “I’m here, I might as well do it while I have the courage” 🥹

Anyway, sorry for all the blabbering xd.

I hope you have a wonderful day (or night, I’m not 100% what time of day you’re at rn)!

I hope this isn’t coming off as creepy as it’s starting to sound in my head 🥹 I admire you a lot is all; sorry if this makes you uncomfortable if it does lemme know pls. Okay bye ily 🫶🏻🫶🏻🫶🏻

this is quite possibly the sweetest thing i anyone has told me in a very very very long time, and i am — OOF — misty in the damn eyeballs. like, i don’t even know how to thank you for that 😭🫠 i’m a whole mess omg. YOU ARE SO SPECIAL, LIL BABY HAN 😭💓💕💗🫶🏻

now i’m gonna stop wheezing and answer your actual questions and pretend i did not just fully tear up, lmao.

i do bake, but not as often as i used to? i kind of only do it when i’m home with my mom which is rare but will resume soon when i move back to my home state to be close again!! def prefer baking to cooking because there is some ridiculous disconnect in which i can do one fairly well but will burn the shit out of whatever meal i’m attempting and/or burn myself. i do not know why i am like this!!

i draw, but also not as often as i used to 🤪 like, i drew/designed all of my tattoos and used to be really into art, but my brain only lets me have 1-2 hobbies at a time, and this one fell by the wayside 🥲 rip art-phase jade.

and good luck with your wip!!! seriously, tag me in anything you post because i love FFF so much that i would surely love whatever else you write 💕🥹

#world’s best tbh #emotional support han to the rescue as always #hannah! #moots #jade speaks

[catboyrichardkarinsky]

yes lesbian red. anyways same anon hi. i have a hyperfixation on itw so!!! baker n his wife ¿

Anon you are seriously tempting me to kiss you on the lips with this ask you know damn well I have a soft spot for those two

Baker

Sexuality Headcanon: like most Chip Zien characters except in trousers Marvin, this fucker is so bisexual you wouldn't even believe it

Gender Headcanon: transmasc purely because it's funny with the whole can't have a child because of a curse thing like honey i think it might not be the curse

A ship I have with said character: i mean. his wife. ...also Trina falsettos because of the polyamory.

A BROTP I have with said character: I'm going to say Jack. I'm realizing I can say Jack to every character for this question. Jack has ultimate bro energy ig.

A NOTP I have with said character: him and cinderella's prince but it's like a funny notp because Gavin Creel out of all people implied something happening between them and i hate it so much but like in a funny way. It's not the same kind of disgust reaction as little red and Jack. It's still disgust but a different kind of disgust.

A random headcanon: his full name is Baker Baker. Also because we have no information on what happened after his parents died I'm choosing to believe he just raised himself from when he was a baby. I'd seriously like a genuine explanation of what happened there by the way because we do know his mother died and father left when he was a really small child and i don't think he would've been able to take care of himself. Who raised him? Does he have step parents? A somewhat sweet explanation for this I'd like to believe in is the witch realized he wouldn't survive on his own so she put a spell on him that keeps him alive until he's old enough to take care of himself. Maybe. We can never know.

General Opinion over said character: he is everything to me you do NOT understand. He along with Marvin are the definition of the word blorbo and poor little meow meow in my mind. Everything about him. His daddy issues. The green green hat. The fact that he can't find the cheese cloth. The way he drank the respect women juice while in the woods. The fact that he actually felt bad for Jack after his wife tricked him. His little dance when he got the money. No more. "Maybe i just wasn't meant to have children" while surrounded by children he just accidentally adopted. The fact that he's canonically left handed in the original thank you Chip Zien for being born with the same dominant hand as me. I'm talking too much about this man.

Alright let's do the baker's wife now if you thought i have too much canon divergent shit made up about the baker wait until you read all this

Sexuality Headcanon: bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi bi

Gender Headcanon: she's also trans for the same reasons as her husband it just makes the whole story funnier. Plus you can't argue with it using logic because like. "How did she get pregnant if she's trans?" idk how did Cinderella get a dress from a tree. This is why i love Into the woods. I can make up whatever bullshit and it works because logic just doesn't exist here.

A ship I have with said character: on one hand with her husband definitely them forever but on the other hand, trivender (Trina from falsettos and Lavender aka the baker's wife we'll get to where the name came from) is so close to my heart.

A BROTP I have with said character: Cinderella definitely i love their conversations (aside from the underlying reason behind her questions about the prince)

A NOTP I have with said character: fucking cinderella's prince i understand why it happened from a narrative standpoint. I really do. Doesn't stop me from hating it.

A random headcanon: okay here we go, the major one: Lavender. Lavender Baker my beloved. The headcanon itself came from an early trivender fanfiction which wasn't good and i was trying to build up something bigger than I have the motivation for, my bad, it doesn't matter. The one thing I'm glad I did was coming up with Trina naming her Lavender because she didn't have a chosen name yet. Considering lavenders are already my favorite flower and that lavender is considered the gayest color (lmao) she's just Lavender to me now. I'm obsessed

General Opinion over said character: if i were to summarize her in short it'd be "girlboss with a darkside". Because that's what she is. I still can't believe she died.

[riley-francis-moore]

Final Confessional

Mentions: Aldrich, Luna, Khamani, Sebastián Notes: Riley’s last Ship-Wrecked confessional

Riley sat with his legs crossed and looked at the producer. “Hit me with your best questions.”

“Okay, so we’ll start easy. You and Aldrich are cute together. What first drew you to him, and how do you feel about him now?”

“First off, thank you. We are extremely cute together. Is it shallow to say his looks first drew me to him? And his sexy Italian accent? Maybe it is, but I quickly learnt that he is an incredible man. He took care of me after I got sick, and he is just sweet. Judging from his looks, you would never know. I’m glad I got to know him better. Not only is he wonderful, but my ramblings didn’t scare him away. They apparently endeared me to him.” Riley grinned as he thought about his luck. “I am very much in love with him. I don’t know exactly what’s next for us, but I imagine it involves a lot of Italian food, traveling, and just being with each other.”

“You answered the follow up question I was going to ask. So here’s another one, do you think you two will end up married?”

“Honestly, I have no idea. I’m not opposed to the idea of marriage. But we aren’t going to rush into things. I want to just enjoy being with him. All I know is that we would have the most epic wedding. He’s a party planner, and would throw us a spectacular wedding and reception!”

“Your time here hasn’t been without drama. You and Khamani got into it a bit during the Truth, Dare, or Noms task. Have things settled down a bit?”

“I haven’t gone out of my way to talk to him after that. I did talk to Luna about it, though, and while I still don’t love the idea of them together, Luna is my best friend. If she’s happy with him, then I suppose I’ll learn to deal with him. Just don’t expect Khamani and I to ever be besties. We can be civil for Luna’s sake, but I still think he’s a fucking prick,” Riley shrugged.

"What’s next for you when you get home?”

“First, I’m going to eat my weight in fish and chips. Mostly chips if we’re being honest. I’ll get back to working on games and The Hallowed show. Then Luna and I are going to take the gaming industry by the bollocks and try to change things. The industry as it is is toxic. There are gatekeepers, misogynists, racists, etcetera. If we can make a small change by talking to industry experts, then I think it will lead to bigger changes. We can start with blunt conversations about it, with the help of Sebastián and his radio show. Then we can try to host panels about it at Cons. That’s where Luna’s job and expertise comes in...” Riley stopped himself. “I’m rambling. You don’t give a fuck about this. Anyway. Back to work,” he said, chuckling.

“Okay, then. Final questions. What’s something we can improve on for next season? And what’s some advice you have for the next group of Ship-mates?”

“This one is easy. You need to add more date nights, even if they’re with random people. Give them a romantic date to try to get to know someone. This walking up to someone on the beach is fine, but I would like to see more date opportunities. And when people are together, also give them dates. Ship-mates shouldn’t have to try to find a private spot on the island to have alone time. Anyway, I would tell the next group to just go with the flow as much as possible. You’ll make friends, you’ll meet people you can fall in love with, and you’ll meet people you don’t particularly like. Just accept that all.” Riley stood up and shook the producers’ hands. “Good luck with the next group.”

#swconfess

[rockbottomwithashovel]

Ask thing<33

51, 63, 03, 18, 69

First of all, I have reached the stage of lacking sleep where I will say any and every thought without remorse. So you're gonna get some weird answers and much more than you asked for, but anyway, love you!!

3. Do you regret anything? Being born?? Nah, yeah a lot of things, but not enough to be important, you know? I don't regret the mistake that I made, that I used to use as an excuse to blame myself for being bullied. He and I made up in the end, but the others didn't accept it. Still, I don't regret it. I'm traumatized, but I learnt a lot. I think I needed a kick in the teeth then (lol that comes out bad when you were there). But I do regret 2 particular nights, which have quite literally scarred me for life. I'm doing all I can to drown it out because I have no therapist. I'm trying to pretend it didn't happen but it's really fucking hard to forget. The other... I'll be vague rather than trauma-dumping, but I blame myself, and I wish I had listened to everyone and my gut.

18. Are you scared of spiders? Well this is an interesting one for an Aussie to answer (it's funny, I'm like, proud to be aussie, but I also hate the government and the system and am PISSED OFF because tomorrow is Invasion Day but it still gets celebrated as Australia Day, anyway this is off topic). So some spiders? Scary af. I grew up reading the spider charts in the nurse's office of "friendly spiders" "got to hospital spiders" "paralyze you spiders" and "kill you spiders" so I'm naturally scared. But then you have Barry the Bathroom spider, I thought he was a daddy long legs, but he is actually a she and having babies. Plot twist, there were multiple Barrys and I didn't know. Living where I live, there is always going to be at least 3 spiders in your house, but as long as they're the OK ones, I'm fine. But if it's on me or drops from the ceiling like a fucking drop bear or something I'm catching that fucker and taking him outside (or taking him out if he looks dangerous)

51. favourite food? Oof, good question. I adore chocolate cake, but I would straight up eat a whole pizza if I was hungry enough and it was the right type. Pizza, and pasta, basically just Italian cuisine, is god tier. Also rice though. Bread is fucking amazing, I had some for the first time all month today, which was fun. Chips! I fucking LOVE hot chips, they're very sentimental to me and my sister given our upbringing, also pot noodles... haha. I so didn't grow up normal or healthy.

63. Would I change my name? OK so I like my real name, I think my nickname suits me. Originally when I was online for the first time I used the alias Raven, but then Shit Went Down, Trauma Was Made, and I decided to go by Scarlet. I feel like if I were to ever legally change my name it would be to either Raven or Scarlet, but I've actually grown really attached to being Rock with this account! It feel most like me now, but I can't tell anyone irl that. idk, it's confusing. Long story short(er) I wouldn't legally change my name except if I do go through with my revenge plans.

69. haha. 69. I'm so mature. Do you believe in soulmates? Yes, whole heartedly, thanks to 3 people: 1) my twin sister, we are platonic soulmates, I will not be elaborating, and my grandparents on my dad's side, who have been together since they were 12 and my grandpa found out my grandma liked him, he walked over and kissed her, and they've been together ever since (they're in their late 80s?? early 90s??) and are perfect together.

This became WAY more rambly than I normally am, sorry!! I'll edit it later, if I remember, otherwise, sorry for the random info dump! Thanks for the ask <33

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[fandomout]

Lip Gallagher Imagine-You give him a pass for Valentine's for his sake, which he doesn't take.

Gif Credit-marlosrph

Those waiting for requests. I'm working on them, and I am still taking them. Hope you enjoy this short Lip fic. It's a mix of the usual fluff and angst can't help myself 🤭. To everyone, Happy Valentines, spread that love!

If ya'll wouldn't mind, my new chapter to my Pietro story so check it out, or you can start from the beginning. Thanks. Chapter 7- Flourishing

You and Lip are dating. It hasn’t been that long, but it just took time to get together. You love to see all these cute things that have been done for valentines to your friends and random people. However, you haven’t made a big deal about it. You aren't expecting Lip to do anything. Lip was too smart not to notice your behavior however Therefore, he’d bring it up to you.

You were at your apartment about to eat, but you were just waiting for the oven, and you decided to wash the dirty dishes. You felt Lip’s eyes on you, and you turned to him and asked, “What is it?”

“What are we doing next week?”

“Next week?” You look away from him, and he insists, “Next week.”

“I don’t know. I barely know what we're eating for dinner tonight.”

“You know what next week is…”

“Do I?” He couldn’t help an agitation rise in him, so he inevitably asked, “Why haven’t you been nagging me?”

“Nagging you?”

“Yeah. Why haven’t you said anything about the upcoming holiday?”

“You mean Valentines?” You say trying to act uninterested and focused on the nothing that was on your hands. He walks up and holds your hands. You looked up at him as he softly said, “Yeah…”

“Lip, we don’t have to think about that or worry about it.” You brushed it off, and you moved away from him to do dishes. He followed you, and he countered, “Why is that?”

“Too much pressure…” You shrugged.

“On us?”

“Well, yes, but more-”

“Me?”

“Yes.”

“You think I’ll crumple if I have to get you something?”

“I wouldn’t put it in those exact words, but…yeah... It’s taken us a long time to get where we are, and I don't want it to be ruined. Especially not over something that is supposed to be a loving day. It’s just too much.” He shook his head at you and asked, “Have you been thinking about that a while now?”

“Yeah. It’s hard for me not to think about…Look, we don't have to make it a big deal.” You wrap your arms around his waist and give him a sweet peck as you continue, “We can just be us because it's all we need.” He removes your arms from him and puts distance between you before saying, “Fine. We won’t do anything…In fact, let’s not even see each other. That’s too much pressure!” He huffs and strides off and out of your place.

You called out, “Lip!…”

Lip huffed and puffed as he aggressively got into the house, got a beer, and landed roughly on the couch. Ian walked over while still chewing on chips and asked, “What’s up?”

“Stupid holidays!” Ian rolled his eyes and asked, “What happened?” Lip takes a big swig before sitting up straight and whining, “Y/N basically called me a child. They were saying I can’t handle a simple Valentines. How stupid is that? As if that would put pressure on us…”

“Y/N may have had a point by the way you're acting now. You do look and sound like a child.”

“Shut up.”

“Dude, you act like Y/N tries to upset you. Anyway, do you know your own history?”

“Yeah. I was dating and fucking left and right. Y/N knows that. They don’t judge that.”

“Another good point for Y/N. Lip, you're an idiot. I mean sure it could be a little offensive…”

“A little?”

“Maybe a lot but come on…It’s Y/N we’re talking about. They were doing this for you I assume. I mean you're the idiot that kept them from being with you for so long. They are still thinking of you in their Y/N ways.”

“Y/N ways are so confusing.”

“They wouldn’t be Y/N if not for their sweet logic.” Lip sighs and questions, “How did you just make all of this make sense?”

“I’d like to say I’ve grown a bit. Now, let’s get back to the annoying smart Lip, huh?” Lip stands and says, “You little-”, before he starts playfully chasing Ian.

You were at your apartment when you heard the door knock. You opened it reluctantly. There stood Lip in a suit with flowers, chocolates, and a giant basket full of sweet things. You give him a small smile. He gives one back, and he says, “I’m really sorry-” He struggled to hold everything in his hands and bounced the things in his hands to keep them held. As he speaks, he continues to struggle, “I should not have-left-just left like I did yesterday. I’m a dick.” You nod.

“What else to say? Uh-I-” Your face turns serious as you state, “That’s enough.”

“What? Not enough?” You step forward and frame his face before pulling him in by the tie for a kiss. He drops the basket and chocolates and wraps his arms around you with the flowers still in his hand. Against his lips, you joke, “You kinda overdid it.” He laughed against your lips and answered, “You deserve nothing but the best so-Did my best.” You pull away from each other, and you say, “I’m sorry too. I shouldn’t have made that decision for you.”

“I understand why though, so it’s behind us. Now, you just let me take the reins on Valentines.”

“What do you mean?”

“Well, Valentine's Day is still days away, so I’m gonna plan that. This was just a pre-gesture.”

“There’s more.”

“There is.” Y/N looked at the basket on the ground and noticed a little card. Lip goes red, and it reads, “Get well soon, Lauren.” Lip looks down. You tell him, “Guess we have Lauren and the poor sap that gave this to her to thank too.” You both laugh and Lip gets all the things inside your apartment before picking you up slightly and dragging you inside. You were a bit surprised and asked, “Pulling out a ll the gestures, huh? What’s next bridal style carrying.”

“Don’t know. I just wanted to get you in here to make out. You kissed me once yesterday, and I’m not okay with that, so-” He pulled you in close as you fell onto the couch and made out for a good while as you were happy things could end blissful for once.

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[multifandomwritings]

How the slashers would react to their S/O being sweet and affectionate

(Giving them lots of compliments, being soft with them, etc.)

Includes Thomas, Brahms, Michael, Jason, Bubba, Chop Top, Nubbins, Beetlejuice, Candyman, Bo, Vincent, Lester, Graverobber, Luigi, Pavi & Billy Lenz. I know technically not all of them are slashers but I wanted to put all the horror characters together :) 

This came out of nowhere and took so long to write lol :^) I hope you like it! If I’m missing anyone let me know! (This is both bad and lengthy, so I am sorry :’) Also obviously they’re soft here so) I’ve read through this to check for mistakes but if I missed anything I’m sorry, feel free to point it out! 

Thomas:

- Thomas would thoroughly melt. He's starved for affection and kindness, and probably wouldn't even know how to handle it at first, only staring at you with reddened cheeks and ears 

- He's a sucker for compliments, especially — he's been spoken to/about poorly most of his life, so it's foreign to him. Your seemingly endless drawls of honey-coated words soften him up beyond repair, building his confidence up more than you would even be aware of (imagine his widened eyes and fumbling hands as you spoke 🥺)

- It would take some time, but you'd make him like things about himself. You compliment his eyes? He would slowly begin to too, since you did. You played with his hair, rambling on about how pretty it was? Fluttering eyelids, profuse blushing, can’t handle it. He likes it too from then on, and hopes you play with it more. 

- Of course, Thomas would adore that you were physically affectionate. He'd be more than willing anytime you wanted hugs or kisses, his tummy always filling with butterflies at your touches. Besides kisses, he'd especially adore casual intimacy - touching his arms in passing, or playing with his hands and fingers absent-mindedly as you sat with him. It would make him feel so loved and happy. (Also: snuggling up to him/nuzzling into his neck. He would melt, amazed that you were so trusting and comfortable with him)

- Your sweetness would be so endearing to him, almost feeling undeserving of it. He'd question why you were so tender with him, often needing reassurance. He'd be quite protective of you anyways, but your sweet personality would only further this.

Brahms:

- This would be perfect for Brahms. He's very affectionate himself, so he'd be happy to receive any affection that came his way

- Seriously. If you began being casually affectionate with him, spoiling him with kisses, hugs, and little touches in passing, he'd do the same, probably taking advantage of it a little (only because he's quite touch starved)

- Compliments, however, would be received a little different. Not badly, only with more reservation. He's unused to them, and would often flush up at your sweet words, stammering clumsily to thank you as he tried not to blush too hard

- Your sweet, caring and affectionate personality would melt his heart, so thankful that you came along. Your sweet words and affectionate nature would be so mending to a severely neglected part of him

- Often times, you'd have a hard time getting him to let you go when you hugged or cuddled up to him. He'd cling to you tightly, nuzzling up to you and savoring every moment of it

Michael:

- You would have to be patient with Michael when it came to any kind of affection. He wouldn't mind, but he'd be a little wary of it, especially at first

- Gentle, caring and purposeful touches would soften him up a bit. Things like you caring for any wounds he happened to get while ~out and about~, and looking after him in ways he wasn't used to

- Compliments and doting would be met with surprise, though you wouldn't be able to tell. If you look closely enough, you'll see his eyes are widened behind his mask when you speak lovingly of him

- Your sweet personality would intrigue him, especially seeing as he was the object of your affections. His own affection would be shown by being protective and gentle with you, willingly accepting your affection, albeit with some amount of awkwardness

- He would have a hard time not letting his guard down and completely melting into your touches and at your affection. Slowly but surely, he’d loosen up. One day you’d absent-mindedly lift your hand to his arm or cheek once he was warmed up to you, and he’d surprise you by leaning into it just slightly, scanning your reaction nervously. Don’t push your luck and overreact though, he’ll get awkward and temporarily disappear. An encouraging smile will do!

Jason:

- Jason would *adore* this. So much. You would always make him feel so warm and loved, any insecurities he had would slowly melt away

- He would feel grateful that he wore a mask sometimes, embarrassed at how flushed you could make him without even having to try

- Has some reservations about physical affection at first, but your patience and sweetness would rapidly chip away at them. In fact, he'd regret keeping you at arms length at first, as he'd worry you weren't being as affectionate as you wanted to be because of it (you actually were, he just wants more)

- You can always tell he's beaming beneath the mask when you compliment him, savoring your words and making sure he won't forget them. Although he might not always agree with the sweet things you said about him, they made him feel special and loved

- His biggest weakness would be his neck. You would occasionally kiss the side of his neck near his jaw in lieu of his face when he wore his mask, and each time you could watch as his ears turned crimson, eyes widened slightly, always prompting a giggle from you

Bubba:

- Bubba is quite affectionate too, so you'd be a cute match

- He might have reservations about being too affectionate in the beginning, as he wouldn't want to scare you away. However, when you proved yourself to be just the same as him, the dam would break and he'd rarely not be spoiling you with affection

- Your compliments and sweet words would always leave him a blushing mess, genuinely confounded at how you could make him feel so warm and fluttery inside

- Bubba is definitely the cuddliest so prepare yourself for endless snuggles, happy to return your affection like that. If you were to walk up and give him a random hug, he'd melt, dragging you off somewhere to sit with you for hours, you snuggled up in his arms

- He cannot cope with the casual little kisses you give him, especially if you pepper them across his face. He would never get used to them despite loving them, turning the sweetest shade of pink each time and rambling on in a sort of awkward panic

Chop Top:

- Chop Top would lovingly tease you about how affectionate you were with him, finding it completely adorable. He would end up shutting up about it as he wouldn’t want to discourage you, though

- Compliments and sweet words would be met with a big, silly smile or chuckle, followed by him asking you if you really meant it. He’d find you so sweet, and would return your affectionate words in his own weird, Chop Top-esque way

- Nothing has an effect on him quite like random, unexpected touches. He’ll be going on in his typical loud, extra way when you’d stand next to him and slip your hand into his, your other hand clinging to his arm as you pressed up to him slightly. His voice would falter as he glanced at you with a nervous chuckle, rambling nervously and trying to remain ~composed~ 

- Your sweetness would be somewhat puzzling to him, particularly because it was directed toward him. He wouldn’t be used to people being so gentle and polite with him, so he wouldn’t even know what to do with it at first

- Ends up being more affectionate than you. He loves having you in his arms and smothering you with chaotic, needy kisses. He’d have loads of weird, super-specific nicknames he’d call you, and would love if you had some for him, too.

Nubbins:

- So soft for you! Seriously. He'd treat you like you were made of glass, uncharacteristically protective of you

- Anytime you touched him he'd break into the sweetest smile, melting into your hands. *Loves* when you play with his hair, nuzzling up against your hand

- Anytime you complimented him, called him loving nicknames, or anything like that he'd flush up and wouldn't be able to stop smiling

- He's so used to being mistreated that your sweet and gentle personality would make his heart race. He'd cling to you any chance he got, finding comfort in you

- He’d be just affectionate back, but in a sort of clumsy, awkward way. It would be new to him, and he’d want to be all gentle and sweet with you, but instead he’d be a bit rough and unpracticed. He’d play with your hair a bit roughly, hug you a little too tightly, and would kiss you with too much fervor for it to be as sweet as the intention behind it

Beetlejuice:

- Beetlejuice wouldn't really know how to take this/deal with it. He can be quite vulgar and straightforward, so it would be an adjustment. Not an unwelcome one, just different

- He'd find himself getting embarrassed by his own lewd comments and gestures, finding you far too sweet for that, and wanting to treat you as such

- When you complimented him, his first instinct would be to be cocky and teasing about it. As he realized how genuine you were, he'd get surprisingly embarrassed, genuinely appreciating your words and not forgetting them

- Finds himself adoring your soft, sweet touches, leaning into them and hoping they'd last longer than they did. Of course, you were always happy to cater to him, stopping whatever you were doing to shower him with soft attention that you knew he needed more than he was aware

- His personality would completely soften around you, looking at you as though you were the most precious thing in the world. The second someone else was around though? Back to his usual shenanigans. 

Candyman:

- Daniel would pretty much be the same as you, always spoiling you with the sweetest, loveliest words that would leave your heart fluttering and cheeks flushed 

- He'd find your sweet personality endearing, being particularly gentle and soft with you. Any kind of affection you wanted, you would get

- Adores your touches, and returns them without hesitation. He's a romantic, so he'd love your kisses in particular, smiling anytime you would randomly kiss him, and often wrapping you up to steal more than a simple peck

- He would be so sweet and romantic constantly, cherishing every little bit of affection you gave him. He’d always be amazed at how gentle you were and how you made him feel

- He would (not so) secretly love being doted over by you. Would melt at how adoringly you looked at him, and would be happy to just sit with you as you snuggled up to him, making him feel all soft and special 

Bo:

- This is so foreign to Bo. Literally, he'd look at you like you were absolutely nuts, having no idea how to react to half the things you said

- Your soft, doting words flustered him far more than he would have liked to admit, even to himself. Every compliment would wrap itself around his thoughts and tug at his heartstrings 

- Did you really mean the things you said about him? You were so soft and genuine, he was always amazed at how you could feel so sweetly toward him. He'd feel so privileged, in a way, to be the object of your affections

- Your physical affection would *always* be welcome. He would definitely return it, though not without some amount of flirting and teasing. Calls you every cute moniker in the book, sweetheart being his favorite for you. (He’d never admit it but if you call him things like that too, he’d melt) 

- Of course, he'd adore whatever affection you gave him, but it would be the sweet, unfamiliar things that would really get him. If you held his hand in yours as you walked, kissed his cheeks, played with his hair or even did something as silly as booping his nose, he'd scoff, half rolling his eyes and pretending to find it silly. The pink spreading across his cheeks and nose would not be lost on you, though, nor the soft smile that would slowly emerge 

Vincent:

- Vincent would be a little bit nervous about affection at first. He'd definitely want it, but it would just be new to him. He'd have to warm up to you first

- Verbal affection would be best in the beginning, sweet words easing him up to you (and making it much harder to keep you at arms length). If he allowed you to see him without his mask, he'd rarely not be blushing (to be honest, you would be able to sense that he was anyways, even when he did wear it)

- Little things like touching his shoulders or arms in passing would make him so soft. When he's comfortable with it, you'd begin holding his hands and hugging him, which would almost always result in him nuzzling up to you and rapidly getting clingy 

- His favorite thing would be cuddling up with you for hours, feeling safe and warm tangled up with you. He’d also love when you played with his hair, and kissed the scarred side of his face, quickly getting overwhelmed with emotion

- He would be as caring and sweet toward you as you would be with him. Your loving personality would be deeply appreciated by him, and he’d make sure that you knew it

Lester:

- Lester would be the softest ever for you, your sweet personality being what drew him to you. He'd be used to people being mean and rude, so when you weren't, he'd already be putty in your hands

- Every word that came out of your mouth would prompt a big, expectant smile, no matter what it was about. However, anytime you indulged him with compliments and kindness, he'd hardly be able to maintain eye contact, too embarrassed and flattered to even properly hear you

- Being with you would perpetually keep him in a good mood. No amount of meanness from anyone would matter anymore — if you liked him, that's all that would matter!

- He spoils you just as much with affection and compliments as you do him, thinking you were the sweetest person on earth, and wanting you to know it

- Loves all kinds of physical affection you give him, but he really just likes to have you close. Hand holding, arms wrapped around each other, and so on would make feel safe and warm

Graverobber:

- Graverobber would be pleasantly surprised with how soft you were with him, finding himself almost amused by it. Not in a bad way, but as with almost everyone else he just wouldn’t expect it

- Any random affection, verbal or physical, would be met with a cocked eyebrow and a small smirk — only because he loves watching the blush creep over your cheeks in embarrassment 

- He’d love it though, and would be quick to reassure you despite his initial teasing. He’d find you so endearing and would appreciate you a lot, though he’d be more apt to express it with actions rather than words

- Alternatively to teasing when you were being particularly sweet, he’d pull you up next to him and wrap his arm around you. If you were alone, he’d be a bit touchier, peppering your face with kisses and grinning in satisfaction as he made you laugh and blush

- He would find you so cute, often unable to keep a smile off his face when you were around

Luigi:

- You would certainly be a stark contrast to Luigi. This pairing would be a mystery to his family and pretty much everyone else, though he wouldn’t understand why 

- Your sweet, affectionate personality would cut through his angry, brazen one a little, at least when he was around you. Despite his temper, he'd have a hard time actually getting angry when you were around, even toward other people (this results in everyone else hoping you would stay attached at the hip, so to speak. Please)

- He'd adore your affection, needing soft and sweet attention more than he knew. He'd love to be wrapped up in your arms, or have you wrapped up in his — it really wouldn’t matter, he’d be happy either way. (Also likes PDA, as he's a show-off)

- Your praises and compliments would always light up his face with an endearing smile. He'd go out of his way to impress you and live up to your words. He could also be quite smug, too, agreeing with your compliments half-seriously and half in an attempt to make you laugh 

- You would (unintentionally) have him wrapped around your finger, without him even realizing it.

Pavi:

- Pavi would be fascinated by this, so used to less innocent forms of affection. He definitely wouldn't be used to sincere, loving words directed toward him, especially paired with innocent touches without ulterior motive

- He's used to people flocking around him to simulate whatever he wanted, often times because of who he was, rather than out of genuine interest. If you gave him attention freely, because you wanted to, it would unlock a completely different side of him

- He would be enamored with you, quickly losing interest in everyone else as he fixated on you. Your praises, kindness and attention would always leave him a smiling mess

- Needless to say, Pavi is very physically affectionate, so he'd adore that you were, too. You wouldn't have many opportunities to initiate it, though, as he'd be quite clingy and touchy without prompting

- Pavi returns affection and compliments, of course. He praises you and talks sweetly (at least, you think it’s sweet?) in his typical eccentric way, bragging about you and how much you loved ~the Pavi~ to his siblings (and probably anyone who listens) 

Billy Lenz:

- Billy can say the lewdest things, yet somehow still manages to get flustered when you give him any type of affection

- That doesn't mean he doesn't like it though. Quite contrarily, he'd (discreetly, or so he thought) give you every opportunity to give him affection, not wanting to seem obvious or have to ask

- He could literally curl up in your lap like a cat and just fall asleep, clinging to you and melting into your touches

- Your compliments would often be received with a clumsy attempt at self-assuredness, too embarrassed by your sweet words to keep up the ruse. That wouldn't stop him from attempting it, though

- He adores your sweet personality, and would be far softer than you might think with you. Keeps lewd, awkward comments to a minimum and replaces them instead with sweeter, gentler words (well, to the extent that he is capable of, anyways)

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