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agentplutonium · 10 months

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Hear me out—Redacted Supernatural(-ish) AU [Milo/Sweetheart Edition]

Listen listen i’m trying to finish supernatural (for the like tenth time over the last five years) and this idea would not leave me alone. Hear me out:

Sweetheart, who comes from a line of hunters, mother died when they were young, father taught them the ropes until he went missing. Milo, who is the son of a hunter, but he was raised normally. his dad died as well. Sweetheart is on a vendetta to get their dad back. He wasn’t always the best to them, but he’s all they got. they’re in town hunting something else, and decide to stop at Milo’s dad’s place to ask for help. they’re met with a woefully ignorant Milo and his aging mother. Marie explains what happened, which also reveals the truth to Milo. Milo doesn’t believe it at first, he throws the equivalent of a temper tantrum, which is understandable. He storms off, much to Sweetheart’s chagrin because it wasn’t safe out there. Marie tips them off that when Milo gets upset he usually ends up at the old park. They go out looking for him, worried that the thing they were hunting was going to beat them to it. They find him where his mother said he would be. They were relieved for about three seconds. the spirit got ahold of Milo. Sweetheart’s instincts kick in, and with Milo being a distraction they finally got the upper hand. When the thing was finally dealt with, they were able to tend to Milo, who got a few nasty gashes and was reasonably spooked, but was overall fine. the spirit got ahold of Milo. Sweetheart’s instincts kick in, and with Milo being a distraction they finally got the upper hand. When the thing was finally dealt with, they were able to tend to Milo, who got a few nasty gashes and was reasonably spooked, but was overall fine. He gets patched up, things get explained in broad strokes, they go back to his place, the events get explained to his mom. Sweetheart is urged to rest for a bit, stay the night, but they refuse. When they were getting ready to leave Milo stopped them. He wants to go with. He lost his dad young, didn’t really know the guy, and he could tell that this meant a lot to them. He wasn’t taking no for an answer, even after Sweetheart pointed out he’d be dead weight knowing nothing ab what they do. He promised he could learn. Marie wasn’t thrilled, but she knew it was inevitable. She made Sweetheart promise that they’d look after Milo if he went. Sweetheart still wasn’t convinced, and Milo basically had to strong arm his way into their car. They finally stopped fighting, figured he’d probably get scared off after a few hunts. They’d bring him back, leave him to live out his life, just a bit more aware of the nightmares. They’d be rid of him soon enough, they just had to wait. This doesn’t happen. No matter what, Milo still sticks by them. Sweetheart had given Milo information as they went, letting him look through their dad’s journal when they were staying in motels. They’d answer the questions, the inquiries, the what if situations. The two get closer over the months. Sweetheart is afraid they’re catching real feelings for this guy. They couldn’t love in a profession like theirs, not really. It was too dangerous. It’s why their dad never let them get too attached. But, something about Milo was… different. of course this story goes on, they fall in love, learn how to keep loving each other, trials and tribulations and near death experiences, the two find Sweetheart’s dad, he goes off on his own, Milo and Sweetheart probably keep hunting together but this time unabashedly in love, blah blah.

thats… that’s all i have. BUT i do really like this, i’m keeping it close to my heart.

#imagine what that fucking confession would look like at the end of everything tho #the way i imagined it was milo (who wouldn’t have known better) getting hurt/possessed and sweetheart losing their gd mind #later when the dust has settled they claim that they can’t lose him cause they promised his mother #and when milo asks theure like ‘i lost my mom to them i’m probably gonna lose my dad to them… i can’t lose you to’#but milo can see right through them #but i like this one better #idk i like this idea #i just think that there’s something about milo + sweetheart facing horrid together that really kindles love yk? /hj #there was also a brief moment i was thinking about making an ACTUAL Supernatural AU with David as Dean and Tank as Sam #i might also take this plotline and twist it a bit so that it can fit a shiny new oc #cause i love my ocs #redacted audio #redacted audio milo #redacted audio sweetheart #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted headcanons #plutonium_queued

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kitkat-the-muffin · 7 months

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Some things I loved about Once Upon A Studio (in no particular order):

Tinkerbell and Mickey interacting as dual mascots

The long-shots following characters through the studio (most notably from Peter Pan to Moana)

TREASURE FREAKIN PLANET

Everyone in that elevator was a character with little patience

The robot from Meet the Robinsons! I forgot his name 🥲

MILO THATCH FROM ATLANTIS

Gaston singing to himself about himself

The Mad Hatter making puns

Tiana correcting Pinocchio that the photo was happening right now and not tonight

Prince Charming losing his shoe on the staircase

Prince Eric’s dog stealing Prince Charming’s shoe and Charming yelled “Eric! Get your dog!”

Cinderella shouting “go Max go!”

Jiminy Cricket being the last solo during the group cover of When You Wish Upon A Star

The first Disney Princess singing with the last Disney Princess (and also Mulan who represents the middle of the Disney Renaissance)

Feed The Birds from Mary Poppins playing in the background of Mickey looking at Walt’s photo 🥲

Mickey saying “After you” to Oswald the Lucky Rabbit (Oswald was Walt’s first character, so everyone in this lineup came “After Oswald,” including Mickey)

DID I MENTION TREASURE FREAKIN PLANET BTW

Belle and Beast singing together 💕

Winnie The Pooh!!!! And all his friends of course!

Don’t think I didn’t see those Black Cauldron characters lol

The 101 Dalmatians watching that one Chernabog animation and being warned that they’ll get nightmares XD

Kronk

Quasimodo’s beautiful singing voice

Minnie covering her eyes in the boy’s bathroom

The dog from Oliver & Company (I forgot his name 🥲) driving around with Vanellope

Tarzan and Jane!

KIDA FROM ATLANTIS

Timon calling Olaf “frosty”

Genie helping Olaf while making a joke (🙏 Robin Williams)

Lucille from Meet the Robinsons drinking coffee with the tea gang (that Cogsworth was berating)

BOLT! :D (you can also see Penny in the crowd at the end)

The brooms from Fantasia!

THE SKELETONS FROM SKELETON DANCE

Absolutely zero Pixar characters 😔 this is a Disney Only event

There’s a LOT to talk about in this short but this is just a simple list of things that I really liked :3

I hope someone on YouTube makes a list of every cameo cause I wanna see them all identified

Also I didn’t see any references to A Goofy Movie so if anyone happens to find Powerline in the crowd or something lemmie know

Edit: I’ve been informed that A Goofy Movie was straight-to-DVD and therefore doesn’t qualify as real Disney 😔

#disney #once upon a studio #disney100 #disney 100 #oswald the lucky rabbit #<- the only character I’m tagging

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harrysfolklore · 7 months

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dog love - blurb

day 3!! if you’re still following along ilysm okay?💗

GIF BY @delicatepointofview <3

MASTERLIST | MY PATREON

Yours and Harry's relationship was still a secret to the world.

Even though both of you were famous for your careers and fans and media were always following your every step, you have managed to keep what you had to yourselves for six months now.

Rumors were out there, for sure. And they started when you decided to be in the crowd with Harry's friends for his final show in Reggio Emilia, instead of hiding from prying eyes backstage.

However, no one had really caught up that you were in a relationship, people just assumed that you were friends and you wanted to see the show.

Right now, you and Harry were spending a few months together in his London home, you decided to do that since soon you both would have to go back to your busy careers and be away from each other. You basically moved in to his place, with your dog included.

"Milo! Come over here buddy!" You called out for him, sitting on the den and watching play around Harry's backyard, "You're such a good boy!" You cooed at him when he curled up to you.

"What are you pals doing?" Harry asked, walking through the sliding door that connected the kitchen and the backyard, sitting down next to you and pecking your shoulder quickly.

"We're just hanging out over here," you turned your face to look at him, matching his soft smile, "But I think Milo is eager to go outside, poor thing couldn't go on his walk yesterday because of the rain."

"I can take him for a walk," Harry said, and you noticed that he was indeed dressed up to go outside, "I'm actually meeting with Brad in a few minutes, I can take him with me."

"Would you?" you asked, and he pecked your cheek, standing up and offering his hand so you could join him.

"Of course, love. I can pick up some wine and food on the way back for dinner, you stay here and relax."

You pecked his lips softly before speaking, "You're a dream," he smiled and pecked your lips again, "And you, be a good boy for H, okay?" you knelled down to pet Milo, and with a final kiss to Harry's lips they were off.

You took in Harry's words and decided to relax since you had the house to yourself, you filled up the bathtub, lit up a scented candle and put on some music, leaving your phone behind as you took a bubble bath.

When you were done in the bathroom and clad in one of Harry's soft hoodies, you grabbed your phone and decided to lurk on social media as you waited for Harry and Milo to come home.

You opened Tiktok, your explore page showing you some Harry videos, cute dogs and even some edits of yourself. When you got bored of scrolling there, you decided to open Twitter, which wasn't your favorite platform at all but every now and then you got there to see what fans were on about.

However, you were surprised to find out that what fans have been discussing over the last few hours was Harry walking your dog.

At first, you found funny that his fans were trying to decode if he had adopted a dog, or where did the dog had come from, not knowing hat it was your dog and you were practically living with him.

However, your mood changed when you scrolled down and saw that they somehow connected the dots and found out that the dog with Harry and Brad was your Milo.

You shook your head, surprised by how quickly fans could put the pieces together, and not sure about how to feel about yours and Harry's relationship being exposed by your dog.

As in on cur, you heard Harry and Milo walking up the stairs to the bedroom, and soon you saw both of them enter the room.

"We're back, love!" Harry cheerfully said, sitting on the end of the bed and Milo staying close to him, "Brought the wine and some food, are you hungry yet?"

"I think Milo just exposed our relationship." You simply said, laughing and how comical the situation sounded out loud.

"What do you mean?" a confused look appeared on Harry's face, and you showed him your phone so he could see.

After a few minutes of scrolling to your Twitter and seeing what fans were saying, Harry couldn't help but find the situation comical too.

"Well, that's better than TMZ, right?"

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norrisleclercf1 · 17 days

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What about seb x jenson x reader but with kids?? Like its just super fluffy since Jenson’s retirement and they do see seb’s last race or smth. Sorry if it doesn’t make sense but im in a brainrot rn .🩷🩷🩷

A/N: Dying can you imagine a mini Jense and Seb cheering on Seb on his last race? Crying

"Daddy, where's Papa?" Jenson chuckles as he leads the kids through the paddock, as it was getting close to the end of the race. And Jenson promised Sebastian that the kids would be there. Of course, they openly couldn't act like a couple so here, they were just technically Sebastian's kids.

"Papa is finishing the race Milo." Milo nods and skips slightly which makes Jenson smile and fixes Finn in his arms. Milo just turned 6 and Milo was a chubby adorable 3 year old who loved the cars, but not the loud noise. So the chunky emerald green headphones always made Jenson chuckle.

"Where's Mama?" Jenson sighs, missing when Milo didn't talk much, but he also loved how his little boy loved learning new things and constantly asked questions. "Mama is working," You were a race engineer for Aston Martin, and even though your husband was retiring the sport wasn't going to get rid of you that easily.

"Okay," Milo grows quiet and Jenson stops at the finish line and picks Milo up and lets him stand on the concrete to see the cars go past. "Where's Uncle Charlie?" Jenson snickers and points at the red car on the screen. "Right there!" Finn screams and claps seeing the blue car go past and Jenson wonders how his little angel could cheer for Red Bull and not McLaren.

"Last lap!" Jenson yells, and Milo screams bouncing carefully in his father's arms. "Go Papa!" Milo and Finn scream as the green car goes past, Jenson smiles, knowing how much it meant to Sebastian to have his sons watch him finish his last race.

"Here comes Papa!" The boys start to scream as Sebastian comes flying past the boys scream for their Papa. Jenson laughs and tries not to cry, remembering when Sebastian was ontop of the world and loving racing. He still loved it, but he loved their boys more.

All the drivers come up, some in the pit but Milo screams loudly when he sees Charles red car pull up and Finn screams seeing Max's car pull up. "Hey, hey, hey, calm down." Jenson laughs, and carries to boys onto the track and holds them close. "Papa!" Milo and Finn yell seeing Sebastian's green car drive up.

"He's going to do donuts!" The engine reeves loudly and Sebastian starts to spin around the boys clapping loudly. Jenson jumps but stops seeing it's you and moves carefully and hugs you, making sure to not do anything that could him in trouble. "Papa!" Jenson let's go of the boys and turns seeing Sebastian taking off his helmet and chuckles gathering the boys in his arms.

The other drivers join and you nod at Jenson, and run off, Sebatian gathering you in his arms and kissing you gently. Sebastian looks at Jenson, but he just smiles letting you have a moment. He'll have his with all of you tonight. Walking up Jenson claps him on the back smiling. They couldn't be prouder for Sebastian. "Papa?" Sebastian looks down and picks up Milo.

"I love you," Sebastian smiles and kisses him all over. "I love you too,"

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bubblergoespop · 3 months

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My Top Milo Quotes

i wanna devour this man so bad. the original version of this is at least triple the length omfg. @mrsmiagreer it’s finally here <3

“From one pretty face to another.”

“Bedroom? Oh. Ohhh. [gremlin giggling]”

“Cute?! You’re gonna come here, into my home, uninvited, and tell me I look cute when I’m mad? First of all sweetheart, you’re damn right I’m cute—“

“Jesus Christ who taught you how to do healing magic, a construction worker with a jackhammer?!”

“Me and Ash give each other shit all the time. He calls me a runt, I call him a bitch bottom, we laugh, we move on.”

“Cuddled up with you, in front of a fire? That’s a one-way ticket to sleepytown, USA, population: this guy.”

“I do not spoil him! Well whaddya want me to do? He’s my lil guy.”

“I swear to god, if I’m lyin I’m dyin, he looks him dead in the eye and says “if concerns about the future of your relationship with Amanda are weighing on you too heavily, I’m sure I can get by with just Milo and Asher here.”

“Are you Lasky?”

“Touch me and your life will be measured in milliseconds. I can see myself out.”

“It’s back. I’m back.”

“And next thing you know, boom, you’re sitting here, a broken man, barefoot with no fucking dress socks.”

“‘So Mr. Greer, what was it that ultimately pushed you over the edge?’ Oh, I don’t know officer, might have something to do with the walking terror I call a mate.”

“So what if I am sappy? I’m running on sleepy middle of the night brain, you get what you get. Shhh. Hush. Don’t you be mean to me. I’m trying to help.”

“He’s a good little dude. Isn’t that right, bub?

“I got to hold my favorite person in the whole world. And only occasionally had to threaten to choke them out.”

“Mmm. You’re cute. Yeah, I called you cute. What are you gonna do about it? Get grumpy? Just makes you look cuter.”

“Do not call them my ‘titties’ you asshole!”

“Personally, I think I’m better at getting clothes off a ya than putting em on, but I’m ever at your service, baby.”

“No no no, don’t do that button. Yeah. Yeah, leave that one undone.”

“There’s my sweetheart.”

“Yeah. Well, it beats for you, sweetheart. A little more sappy shit for the road.”

“There ya go, that looks perfect! Yeah, what you’re wearing right now! You look fucking incredible in it. Yeah, I know you haven’t even started changing into the next look, what’s your point?”

“When I say you’re my mate, I mean it with every inch of me. When I say it, my core lights up like a firework. And when I feel your core answer it, and mirror it back, it feels like the fourth of fucking July in my chest.”

“I mean, obviously we’re gonna look fucking great no matter what, it is us after all”

“Hey, I know Ash is your mate, but would you mind if I use that choke collar you have for him real quick?”

“The power couple”

“And the energizer bunny takes a tumble.”

“And you won’t believe this next part but, uh, as a wolf, I don’t have hands.”

“You don’t have to ask, baby, I trust you. I know you’ll be gentle.”

“You feel like forever in my arms.”

“Oh my god, do they think my house smells weird?”

“I don’t want this for you, baby.”

“These muscles got more knots in em than you had wrapped around you the other night. And that’s saying something.”

“You run through my blood like oxygen, sweetheart.”

“Whose mouth is this?”

“And do not wear that belt, how old is that thing? It looks awful!”

“You’re not alone. I’m here. The pack’s here.”

“You want to see a hissy fit, bootlicker?”

“Cmon, head up. Up for me. There you go. I wanna see this pretty face.”

“Kissing my palm like that… you’re too fucking cute.”

“I just wanna feel you.”

#sorry this took so long #redacted audio #redacted asmr #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #bubbler’s top quotes

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skunkox · 14 days

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Redacted Kisses pt 2

Where the characters and their Listeners prefer to give them.

David: Forehead

Angel tucks themselves under David's arm a lot. Weather it's while they're standing or otherwise. Forhead kisses have proven to be the easiest way for David to show affection. At a pack meeting, Cooking together, while Angel is crafting away. Hell. Even when David is gardening and his hands are too dirty to hold them. He calls bonus points if Angel leans into him more after.

Angel: Cheek

David is a busy guy. Work with the pack, job, and home keeping has him buried is something near constantly. Angel tries not to bother him but sometimes it can't be helped. A quick peck to the cheek is enough to get them through another 30 minutes to an hour of time without bothering him. Damn near each time, David gets this shit eating grin that he desperately tries to hide and control.

Asher: Nose

Asher is well aware that his mate is a workaholic and a worrier. He's also aware that sometimes, you just gotta loosen up and maybe have a good laugh. What better way to do so than giving a peck or two in their nose. Weather, it's the tip bridge, oreven right between the eyes. Asher will dish out whatever he can to make Baaabe smile. The ease they find themselves in is what He's after. The sight alone makes his core hum.

Baaabe: Back

Baaabe often enough likes to big spoon. To be able to reach over and hold Asher like the teddy bear he is when he first gets to sleep. Said sleep still manages to be hard to come by. When he's struggling, Baaabe will pull him into themselves and press kisses onto his bare back and whisper sweet praises till they can hear him snore.

Milo: Back of Neck

Massages, regardless of duration, are slowly becoming a staple in their relationship. Seeing his mate relax under his touch is something Milo considers a gift. When it's all over, he'll kiss the back base of their neck. Sweetheart will squirm and laugh a little before eventually relaxing once again. That's how he knows his work is done.

Sweetheart: Biceps

Milo's tits are great, but his arms are too. Arms that defend and fight. Arms that comfort and support. Arms that carry Arrgo like a literal baby. Arms that are always opened and ready for Sweetheart. While getting dressed in the morning, Sweetheart will snake their arms around Milo. As he reaches up and back to hold them closer, they give his bicep a soft peck along with a string of encouraging words. Not even Christian can damper his mood.

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted headcanons #redacted david #david shaw #redacted davey/angel #redacted angel #asher talbot #redacted asher #redacted baaabe #redacted milo #milo greer #redacted sweetheart

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sacredtime · 23 days

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If the boys had a chronically ill mate:

Possibly ooc

David: the minute he’s told (or realizes) Angel is chronically ill he internally panics and frets about them and how they treat themselves and how he treats them. He knows Angel has been living with this for a long time knowingly or not, their usual laidback attitude and usual lack of thought towards how they take care of themselves makes him concerned. He’ll focus more on making sure Angel is accommodated for in the home and they can be as comfortable as possible in their house.

David makes sure Angel is also treated well in day to day life. They come home complaining of how they’re getting treated or how they have to go into the doctor and how shit the doctor was to them when they told the doctor their problems he’ll come in next time as scary dog privilege and back up bullshit detector since unfortunately they’ll listen to him better than Angel. David is also on top of any medications and the conditions and location of possible mobility aids. Angel will never run out of medication or misplace any aids they need. If any of their medications have bad side effects or reactions with Angel David’s written it down in detail along with when they started it. Anything needs maintenance or needs to be replaced? There’s already an appointment set before Angel can forget or procrastinate about setting one.

Asher: Asher doesn’t worry like David, Babe is responsible and has their shit together out of the two and they probably have a steady routine; and despite his goofball, carefree personality he’s extra attentive to Babe once he’s told and help them see the positive side of things. Yeah he might try to get out of things but he’ll become their personal runner for anything, he’ll even ask David to try and teach him how to cook again so then Babe doesn’t have to make meals when they’re not up to it or has to power through making meals because Asher can’t really be trusted in the kitchen. He’ll also move anything around to make things manageable for Babe, he’ll also carry them and any mobility aids around if need be any time they ask.

Asher isn’t as intimidating as David off of looks alone, he lacks David’s murderer face, but he is very much a people person and I think he’s able to guilt trip people very well. Someone talks down to Babe or touches their things he makes the person feel so bad the person can’t help but apologize and depending on the situation avoid the two. He’s also naturally Babe’s biggest hype man, things are getting hard for Babe and he can’t do anything? He’s there encourage them and then comfort them after. Physio? Asher’s right beside them being literal support and not backing out no matter how hard they hold onto him or how much of their weight Babe puts on him. Asher is also great with positive reinforcement, if Babe struggles to take or remember to take pills he has a timer and little treats to make it all worth it and bearable few minutes.

Milo: Sweetheart is pretty self sufficient and tries to work through hell and high water so when they crash, they crash hard. When Milo realizes they have a chronic illness he makes it his mission to alleviate their stress and pain. He knows sweetheart is a workaholic and they are set well in their ways no matter how unhealthy it is. He has pain killers, massages and a good show/movie on hand. Even if Sweetheart tries to keep going despite everything Milo will pull out the big guns: ✨Aggro✨. He’ll plop the cat on their lap and sweetheart can help but stay put for as long as possible no matter how frustrating it is to be kept from their work. Milo also makes sure that in sweetheart’s work frenzy they eat well so they don’t feel even worse. He has ice packs, heating pads, pain killers and if worst comes to worst his mother to help manage sweetheart’s conditions.

Milo also makes sure he that they keep any mobility aids in arms reach for them. It’s not that sweetheart doesn’t acknowledge that they need them, it’s just that it’s another thing they have to bring with them that they also can’t cloak the aid so they try to go for as long as possible without it. He’ll start to nag if they’re at home and refuse to use it. Milo will also get sweetheart excellent comfy formal wear for work so they don’t have to wear anything uncomfortable or if they have braces they can wear them comfortably under their clothes and are able to look fashionable. I feel like sweetheart carries enough respect naturally with their job and just the attitude they have on their own they don’t need Milo’s help when it comes to disrespectful people and doctors in the empowered world but both would bounce off each other excellently and damn near kill someone with their words alone.

Sam: in short he is stressed. When Sam finds out Darlin has a chronic illness they shrug it off as ‘not that bad’ and that ‘everyone’s bodies do this.’ that if Sam weren’t a vampire and immortal he’d have had so many years taken off his life by the stress of this revelation alone he’d probably be on his deathbed. In the early stages of their relationship Darlin has nothing but a sketchy ziploc bag of Tylenol/Advil and a brace and/or cane from like Walmart. He goes all in looking for their medical history to confirm what they have if it’s there and if they should be on medication and then takes them in to the doctors for various tests whether they think it’s serious or not. Sam is there no questions to make sure Darlin goes to their appointments and he makes sure Darlin gets answers and proper treatments, he is unbelievably persistent and determined to get their health back on track. He is the ultimate mother hen early on and focuses on getting Darlin into better habits while also keeping them safe from their own recklessness.

Sam later in the relationship is far less stressed since Darlin is considerably more stable. He keeps tabs on their medicine still and can’t help but monitor their condition just incase they try to hide it again as to try and not worry him. In the rare time that Darlin finally crashes Sam comes in with old man comfort as they sit on the couch under a blanket. He uses his lack of body heat as a human sized ice pack, putting his hands on the areas that ache the most and apply subtle pressure while murmuring affirmations of how they’re still strong and how he doesn’t see them as lesser or love them any less for times like this.

If darlin has a cane and Sam picks it up Fred and bright eyes joke that it’s his now and to not rush his weary old man body and a whole bunch of grandpa jokes.

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night-market-if · 19 days

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Helloo, while I agree with you that Milo is also a victim, I also think that the other anons are also justified in feeling that way about him. I'm really sorry if I'm wrong, but the way you reply to other people's thoughts, about things that you don't have the same opinion on, feels like you're telling them that they are wrong to feel that way.

Let's unpack this for a minute. Because I think this is a great opportunity.

I am not invalidating that anyone has an opinion. They are allowed to have an opinion. And, if they approached me like you just did, I would most likely respond to that opinion in a constructive way. But someone messaging me and just throwing out a random feeling they have that is negative, and then getting mad at me in return when I don't agree with them, is childish. I will not be apologizing for that because most of the people that are "angry" about something, come at me in a really negative context. And then when I state something differently (without attacking them even) they get irrationally upset. I mean, a prime example is me saying that Milo is also a victim. That there can be more than one victim. I then got a response saying I was the one flying off the handle. Following that was another response telling me that I am a hated author. That my game is terrible. That I am a bad person. I mean, think about that for a minute here. Does the response corelate with what I said? Does it warrant that? No.

People are always valid to have an opinion, but there are two things to say about it. Most of the time, the people coming at me, are internet trolls. Not actual readers. And I'm sorry, we were indoctrinated at a young age to "ignore the bullies" and I just don't think that is the right response. Because now we have a generation that ignored the bullies and they got way worse because no one had a social contract to call them out.

Two, the ones that are not trolls, are lacking a lot of media literacy. That is actually an extreme problem within our society. And, since I am the author, it is my job to offer what I was trying to say within my story. That may not align with someone's opinion. But me having my own opinion, does not warrant someone getting mad at me. I didn't get mad at them so why am I suddenly greeted with toxicity.

I get where you are coming from saying that people are allowed to have their own opinion. And I have stated over and over again that everyone is valid for it. I'm not even saying for someone to change their mind or go away. But, someone else's opinion does not invalidate my own. Just as my own does not invalidate theirs. And if someone feels like it does, and this is going to sound cruel, but it is not my responsibility to regulate that for them. That most likely stems from a personal standpoint. I am not responsible for someone being offended by what I have to say about my own story and my own fictional characters. You don't see me coming on here and crying out that someone on anon made me "feel bad". That's not a thing.

There is a difference between just saying something out loud and engaging in a conversation. Constructive criticism is where you offer a opinion, give why you are offering it, and then explain how it does or does not work for the narrative. Then, I can come back, ask questions, respond with what maybe I was intending, and figure out a better way to get what I was intending across.

Non constructive criticism is just coming to me as an anon, and saying they are angry and want to hurt someone. Or that they don't like something of my story without giving why.

To further some points. Milo is a triggering character. I knew this from the beginning. The things that he did is not for the faint of heart and speaks to betrayal. And a lot of people who have been in a situation where they feel betrayed, are going to respond negatively to that. But, that is on them. That is for them to work through and own. It is not the responsibility of my story to change because of that. And coming on to say that you hate a character and want to harm them. Or coming on to say that I'm a bad writer. Or even coming on to say that I'm hated on reddit (to which I say, isn't everyone?) is providing nothing to this community, world, or our author reader relationship. It is done solely with the intent to try and hurt someone because the reader themselves was hurt.

To end this, I am going to make this statement. Telling me it "feels" like I am telling someone they are wrong is based in a personal feeling towards a situation. It is not based in facts. It is not based in anything that I have said. And while everyone has a right to their opinion, just because I am an author and a content creator, does not mean I don't get to defend my story or my characters. If I was being racists, sexist, transphobic? All things to come at someone for. But because I wrote something that makes people angry and they don't want to continue going on a journey with the characters and would rather just block their minds to character growth? I can't do anything about that. If there is no conversation they want to engage in, if they simply want to come on and troll me, then they need to not be surprised when I treat them the same way they are treating me.

I hope this makes more sense and provides some understanding.

Zinnia

#the night market #media literacy #author speaks #constructive critism welcome

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x-reader-things · 7 months

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omg bro i’ve been actuallly dying for someone to do buff!reader x arcane characters headcanons - i’ve been working hard at the gym so i’d love to see it pay off with my fav characters pretty please !!

Hello! Thank you for requesting!!

I didn’t really get all of the characters on my list like I wanted to, so I just did Vi, Caitlyn, and Ekko. I lost motivation part of the way through and then Star Wars Rebels brainrot got to me and then I didn’t know what else to write, so this will have to to for now. I hope it’s alright.

I hope you enjoy too!! :DDD

“Look at you!”

Vi, Caitlyn, Ekko x Buff!Reafer [separate - could be perceived as either romantic or platonic]

Summary ; In which training hard gets their attention.

Requested? ; Yes

Warnings ; None

Word Count ; 831

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Vi is pretty buff in her own right as well as you.

I mean c'mon, we've seen her in a tanktop. We've seen her back muscles and arm muscles.

All that time running around the Undercity and keeping herself busy while she was still locked up in prison really paid off.

And while you didn't exactly have the time to train in a jail cell, you certainly did when helping Ekko with the Firelights. You helped him build, and train others since the start of it all.

You both knew each other before everything that happened with Vander and Powder - Jinx - Powder? Whatever she went by nowadays - and Milo and Claggor. You weren't as buff back then like you were now. So when Vi met you again years later after Ekko let her see the Firelight hideout properly, she was pleasantly surprised.

"Look at you!", she had said in quiet astonishment.

"Look at me.", you said back with a smile. She draws you in for a hug. You both squeeze each other tightly. It's been... a long time.

"You filled out well", Vi comments softly in your ear.

"I wanted to be strong like you were", you tell her. "Plus the muscles look amazing on me. Lotta hard work to look like this."

"Well your hard work really paid off - seriously, look at you!" She pulls back, looking at you up and down, eyes roving over the muscles you had toned for months now in endearment. "You're not wrong, they look great on you."

Caitlyn

Caitlyn has had training herself as an enforcer. She's toned herself, but lean all the same.

The muscles are still visibly there, though, of course.

Now you, on the other hand? Buff. Bigger muscles, more sculpted but not to the point of what looks to be like dehydration. You've been working for them for months.

Years, even, at this point.

You weren't an enforcer by any means, but you were consistent in visiting the gym that Caitlyn usually trains at. That's how the two of you met, afterall.

Training in the gym.

One of the days you were both there, she was spotting you on one of the newer equipment that the gym had recently gotten. Courtesy of Caitlyn using her nobility status for personal gain.

And using friend privileges with Jayce who worked with the Piltoven council.

She was watching you as you worked, and her eyes caught onto the muscle she's seen you make yourself over the years.

Thinking back on it, she never really paid too much attention to the changes. It was gradual. She was already used to how buff you looked now, and however you looked before - which was probably still buff, but not as nearly as much as now.

She hummed with a proud look, patting your shoulder when you got off the equipment. "Sometimes I forget how hard you really work. Let’s go take a break and get some water. And maybe some lunch. I'll pay."

You can read through the lines when she gives your shoulder a squeeze. And you caught the way her eyes glanced over you. She was really proud of you, wasn't she?

"Lunch sounds perfect."

Ekko

You’ve been training with Ekko and the rest of the firelights for years at this point.

Well, it’s been seven years, but still years nonetheless.

Your progress was gradual, subtle in the ways that Ekko was already used to you being buff, much like you with him.

He was buff as well, much like you were. But as said before, you both trained together with the firelights. It was normal to see him the way he was, the way he was determined to stay strong - in more ways than one - and disrupt Silco’s horrible Shimmer business and regime in Zaun.

But much like with Caitlyn, sometimes he notices your gains in strength.

How your training has paid off.

You’d be just moving boxes of supplies for everyone in the hideout with him, ranging from medical supplies and medicines, foods and stuff for drinks, and parts for whatever Ekko and a couple of the other engineers create. Even extra toys and supplies for all the other kids you guys kept safe in the Hideout.

And after setting a box onto a pile in the supply room, Ekko glances in your direction, and just stares for a bit, resting his elbow against a metal shelf in the room. A smile ends up pulling at the corners of his mouth, even more so when you notice him looking at you.

“Everything good over there?”, you ask, raising a brow. You turn away and pick up another, smaller box, and stretch up to put the container someplace higher.

“Yeah.”, he chuckles lightly, turning back to the shelf. He pushed a couple of boxes to the side, making room for another. “Everything’s good.”

He doesn’t say it verbally, but the glint in his eyes do.

You look good, and you work hard.

He was proud.

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clangenrising · 2 months

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Month 13 - Newleaf

“Ghost!” shouting and the clattering sound of someone scrambling up the loose metal roof of the shed woke Ghost up from his sleep with a start. He groaned, the sudden movement tugging at the stiff scar-flesh on his side. “Ghost! Ghost, are you here?!”

“Yes!” he shouted back, sounding like a poked bear. Groaning again, he stood and slipped out from his nap spot tucked in between two warm, silver vents and onto the roof proper. He squinted at the ginger shape hauling itself over the edge of the roof, his left eye still mostly swollen shut from the hot and tender scarring on his cheek. Once she stood, he recognized Lizzie from her alert and dutiful posture, although he noted the way her pupils were blown wide and her tail was half bristled.

“Sorry to wake you, sir!” she said loudly. “I have urgent news!”

“What is it?” he asked, running his tongue over his chest fur tiredly. He really didn’t want to have more problems to deal with right now and her natural volume wasn’t helping his ever present headache.

“There are wild cats in the city!” she reported and he immediately looked up.

“Have they killed anyone?” he asked, heart starting to pound.

“No, sir, rumor has it they’re here to talk to Razor!”

Ghost sighed in disappointment. “This won’t end well…” he grumbled. “How many of them?”

“Two, sir, both elderly she-cats,” said Lizzie.

“What?” His fur bristled.

“Two elderly she-cats, sir,” the girl repeated, her eyes darting up to the places where his ears used to be. Milo had taken extra satisfaction in tearing each of them to shredded stumps.

Ghost shook his head to get a grip. “Right. What did they look like?”

“Um,” Lizzie hesitated thoughtfully. “The bigger one was white and grey, the smaller one all grey.”

“Shit,” Ghost cussed, lurching towards the edge of the roof with a brisk but wobbly walk. “And you said they were going to see Razor?”

“Yes, sir,” Lizzie said. He could hear the confusion in her voice, the question she held back. Jagg would have asked it, he thought, ‘do they mean something to you?’ He thanked the Folk for Lizzie’s obedient nature.

“Thank you, Lizzie,” he said, leaping down onto the roof of the shed. It rattled loudly, making him wince, and he quickly bounded from there to the ground. He didn’t wait for her to respond or follow, he just started moving.

What was she doing here? The description could only be Miss Smoke but he had no idea what business she would have with Razor. Had she come to see him instead and been intercepted? Were the Clans surrendering? Either way, he knew that she was not going to be safe until she left the city. His muscles burned in protest as he darted across roads and under fences, cutting the shortest path he could to Razor’s yard.

He slowed right before he reached the hedges and peered through the leaves. Razor was lounging on the edge of the slightly raised deck, Gingersnap sitting bolt upright behind him. Tiger sat close by on the grass and ahead of them stood Sardine and Smokyrose, another Clan cat Ghost couldn’t name close behind.

Smokyrose was speaking. “-conditions for peace. If you have a list of terms, I can bring it back to Goldenstar and we can start moving towards an equitable solution.” She sounded unsure of herself but trying her best.

“Hmm,” Razor said, regarding her with slit pupils and a tail twitching with interest. “I’d love to speak to Goldenstar myself. Would that be possible?”

Smokyrose nodded, getting a little bolder. “It’s definitely a possibility. If you give me a time and place I can try and arrange a meeting.” She seemed so naively unaware of Razor’s true intentions. Something inside Ghost kicked in to high gear and he found himself striding out towards the gathered cats. All eyes turned to him, Razor’s narrowing darkly.

Smokyrose gasped, eyes going wide. “Ghost! Oh, Stars, what happened to you?” She hurried in his direction, ears pressed back, gaze flickering over every bruised and battered inch of him.

“Uh,” he didn’t know what to say, wasn’t sure what his plan had been, only knew that he couldn’t leave her alone with Razor any longer. He watched the tom’s face, paralyzed, as Smokyrose came to hover around him. Razor smiled.

“I didn’t realize you two were acquainted,” he said. Ghost heard the dangerous interest in his voice but Smokyrose, bless her soul, didn’t know any better.

She turned back to him and said, “Oh, yes. Ghost and I are-” she paused, looking back at him, and he saw the uncertainty in her eyes, “we know each other.” Guilt sank its claws into his throat and pulled down until it was tight and painful to swallow.

“Is that so?” mused Sardine.

“Yes,” Ghost said carefully. He looked at Smokyrose, her pretty face pinched in a worried pout, and whispered, “Miss Smoke, you really shouldn’t be here, it’s not safe.”

“Not safe?” she whispered back, louder than he would have liked. “Ghost, what happened to you?”

“Let me explain,” Razor said, leaping down onto the grass. “Come here, both of you.” He beckoned with a paw as if he were going to tell them a casual secret. Smokyrose hesitated, eyes on Ghost, and Razor insisted with a, “Come onnn, it’s alright.”

The other Clan cat growled softly, tail starting to lash. Gingersnap looked like a deer in headlights, her tail curled tightly against her body, her eyes wide, ears pressed against her skull. Ghost glanced at her briefly and she shook her head so subtly he almost missed it. Unfortunately, Smokyrose was already on her way over. Ghost followed, trying to stick close to her.

As they reached Razor, he put his tail around Smokyrose, making eye contact with Ghost as he did. “You see, Ghost and I had a bit of a disagreement because a little birdie told me he was trying to steal my girl. This was our way of settling things, although, I’ll admit, I’m still a bit angry with him.” His tone was light and playful but it sent fear straight through Ghost’s heart.

Smokyrose recoiled in terror. “Y-you did this to him?” Razor’s paw wrapped around her shoulders and pulled her back into him. Ghost’s jaw tensed possessively.

“Me and a few friends of mine,” Razor said nonchalantly. “He just doesn’t listen if you ask him nicely.”

“Razor,” Ghost tried, voice sounding small as it squeezed its way out of his throat. “Again, I’m sorry about all of that. But she has nothing to do with this.”

“I don’t like your tone,” Razor growled. “But it’s alright. I’ve thought of something that will put the whole dispute to bed.”

Ghost hesitated. He didn’t know where this was going but he didn’t like it. “What’s that?”

Razor smirked victoriously. “This,” he said. In a blur of movement, his other paw came up to wrap around Smokyrose’s chest. The force of the movement knocked her backwards, onto the ground, and Razor followed her, teeth flashing. Smokyrose screamed.

“Don’t-!” Ghost tried but it was too late.

Razor had his teeth clenched around her neck, one of his canines poking through the soft flesh under her chin, and with a sharp twist of his head there was a nasty snap of bone. Smokyrose choked out a cry of pain, blinking back tears. Razor adjusted his grip and twisted again, her neck giving another disgusting crunch. Her body went limp, the only movement a feeble twitching in her feet.

Razor dropped the body to the grass and licked his lips. “There,” he said, “now we’re even.”

Across the yard, the second Clan cat took off in a sprint for the fence. Sardine yowled and lunged after her but she leaped nimbly out of his claws and disappeared through the shrubs.

“Dammit!” hissed Sardine. He looked back at Razor, a simmering anger slipping through his mask.

“Well, get after her!” Razor bellowed, “she could be useful!”

“Of course,” Sardine smiled, tail lashing bitterly, then he took off after her.

“You too,” Razor snapped at Tiger. The ginger tabby growled but heaved himself to his feet and bounded after them.

“Razor, how is this even!?” Ghost cried, unable to look at the cooling corpse at his feet. He was furious and queasy and tired and distraught. His mind was searching for something he could have done differently, some way she could have survived. If you hadn’t arrived, it said, he would have sent her home just fine.

“You went after my girl, I went after yours,” Razor snorted, prodding the body.

“You killed her!”

“So?” Razor narrowed his eyes. “She was a savage! She deserved it. Besides, I’m sure you have plenty of other girls who are just fine.”

Ghost couldn’t muster a retort.

“Now get rid of this thing,” Razor said curtly. “I don’t want my Folk finding it when they get home.” He turned away and strode back towards the deck, leaving Ghost to stare down at the silent scream etched onto Smokyrose’s features, the unnatural angle of her head.

Distantly, he heard Razor saying, “I’m sorry you had to see that, dear.”

“I feel sick,” Gingersnap said softly. “I think I want to go home.”

“I’ll walk you,” said Razor.

Ghost looked up just in time to catch Gingersnap looking at him, horrified. She quickly ducked her head and slipped out of the garden at Razor’s side, leaving Ghost alone with the body. He stared numbly for a long time.

This is what he got for caring, wasn’t it? If he’d shut Smokyrose out of his heart, if he’d stayed away, she wouldn’t have died and they both could have gone on with their miserable lives. His kits were orphans now. Well… they were practically orphans. They’d be better off orphans. It wasn’t like he would have been a good father anyway.

He scoffed, laughing as he tilted his face to the sky. Who was he kidding? Pretending he was going to step up and be there. He was the same as he ever was, a solitary tom wishing for something he wasn’t brave enough to hold onto. He had been foolish to even think he was capable of changing.

He bent down and took the body by the scruff, moving roughly to pull it from the garden and into some dark alley or abandoned side street. The Folk would find it and take it away and the rest of his decency with it. Good. He was better off this way.

UPDATES: - Smokyrose is murdered by Razor. - Songdust goes missing.

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annahxredaxted · 1 month

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Sickfic

Characters: Milo/sweetheart

Milo gets a cold on a rainy job:(

Sweetheart rested idly on the couch, their feet on the ottoman and their hands busy with a book. Sighing they turned the page, waiting for Milo to come home.

Rain roughly pattered the roof, thinking nothing of it they ignored it.

Two pages later they heard keys jingling and the front door rattling, a wet and cold Milo walked through the door, sniffling and red nosed.

He threw his wet jacket, and shirt into a pile by the door, peeling them from his skin and shivering.

“Geez Milo what the hell happened to you?” Sweetheart jumped up, striding over to the foyer.

Milo coughed before speaking.

“Outside gig today. Rained all day. No umbrellas.” Milo spoke, his teeth clattering.

Sweetheart rose their brows, frustrated almost, they walked over to Milo, holding his cheek with their hand.

“Jesus Milo your freezing!” They said, moving their hand away. Milo quickly grabbed their wrist and put it back.

“Your hands are warm..” he mumbled, shivering still.

Sweetheart nodded, understanding. He was about to begin talking before he was bent into his elbow and sneezing a few times.

He sneezed maybe 3 or 4 times before straightening up.

“Why don’t you go take a warm bath or shower Milo? Warm you up and I can make you some tea or something?” They asked, holding his back and walking slowly toward their shared bathroom.

Milo shrugged, still sniffling. He eventually agreed much to sweethearts delight. He knew they cared for him and seeing him like this definitely worried them.

“Did Asher and Arden and the others get sick to you think?” Sweetheart asked in a low voice, sitting him down on the edge of the tub, so they could help him get his shoes off.

Milo shrugged. “Probably to be honest but I wouldn’t know. Ash seemed fine but Arden and Miguel looked pretty rough.” Milo spoke quietly, he sniffled loudly in a rough attempt to breathe properly out of his nose.

Sweetheart moved toward his feet to take his shoes off.

“Oh sweetheart you don’t have to—,” he sneezed and looked back at them.

“Don’t worry about it Milo, just relax..” they spoke softly, rubbing his thigh gently.

Milo nodded reluctantly. Sweetheart slipped his work boots off, and then his pants, they came off difficultly, the water making them stick to his legs.

He kept his underwear on until the bath was ready. Just sitting at the edge of the tub before sweetheart rose to their feet.

They reached over and began running the water, turning it as hot as it could be.

“Here okay just wait for it to fill up alright? Do you want bubbles or anything?” They asked, resting a hand on his shoulder, squeezing it three times.

He shook his head, moving his hand over theirs, squeezing it three times back.

An unspoken “i love you.”

Sweetheart smiled at him. Squeezing his hand three times in return.

“So do you want tea or something? Maybe some nightquill?” Sweetheart asked, still concerned but a little more at ease.

Milo nodded. “Yes. To both.” He replied, “thank you sweetheart.” He said to them, but they were already out of the room.

By the time sweetheart had returned Milo was already in the bath, seemingly warmer and more relaxed. It was obvious he had a cold, his face was red and he hadn’t stop coughing and sniffling.

“Here you go, take this.” Sweetheart handed him the medicine cup of nightquill, he took it quickly, making a nasty face as it went down.

“It should help your throat and put you right to sleep later.” Sweetheart spoke and set the tea beside him. Milo nodded, watching as sweetheart sat on the ledge beside him.

Milo sighed, sniffing again. Sweetheart put their hand on his cheek, rubbing it gently.

“I’m sorry you got sick Milo.” They whispered. Milo’s shrugged, looking back at them.

“It’s okay sweetheart don’t worry about it.” He said back, smiling dryly up at them.

Sweetheart put some soft piano music on, trying to make a relaxing ambiance for Milo. He closed his eyes, resting his head back.

“Want me to rub your back?” Sweetheart asked, noticing some discomfort in his expressions.

“No that’s okay sweetheart don’t worry about me.” Milo said at first but sweetheart insisted.

“Come on Milo let me take care of you.” Sweetheart nudged him, with a cheeky smile. He sighed and relented, bending forward a bit

Sweetheart smiled, rubbing into his back with pressure but no enough to hurt, he groaned softly leaning into their touch.

“Is that alright? To much pressure?” They asked quietly, but he shook his head.

“No..no that’s good baby thank you.” He mumbled, obviously on the verge of sleep.

They nodded but then chuckled, picking his head up from the wall behind him,

“Milo, I’m not sure it’s the best idea to fall asleep in the tub, here let’s get you out I’ll grab a towel, And a sweatshirt for you alright? Hold tight.” They

They scurried to the closet, grabbing a comfortable hoodie and a pair of his looser sweat pants, grabbing a towel off the rack on their way back to the bathroom.

They tapped his shoulder, rubbing his softly before speaking. “Here stand up alright? Slowly..” they held the towel out, wrapping it around him and handing him the clothes.

“Thank you..” he mumbled sleepily before trudging over to the bedroom to get dressed.

While he did sweetheart drained the tub and dried the floor trying to avoid an injury.

They watched milo get into bed, still shivering. A sigh escaped them, upset he’d been sick and feeling horrible that he felt horrible.

They walked over to him, cupping his cheek.

“I’ll get you in a few hours for sure dinner and more medicine alright?” They whispered running a hand through his wet hair gently.

He nodded with his eyes closed tight, before grabbing their hand.

“Stay with me sweetheart?” He asked— well almost begged— them and of course they agreed

“Okay, but just until you fall asleep, I wanna have time to make you dinner okay?” They whispered and snuggled up behind him, kissing his cheek, but their lips lingered taking in his scent.

He groaned but nodded. “Fine.” He muttered out, causing sweetheart to chuckle.

“Okay deal.” They agreed with a small sigh of contentment.

He sighed and closed his eyes, “I love you sweetheart..” he said before yawning and resting his head into the pillow.

“I love you too milo. Get some rest baby.” They spoke and kissed his cheek once more.

*****

Yippie I got another thing out of my drafts.

Tags💕

@itsdaifuku @youisagayhooman @darlin-collins @verrverii @shellssstuff @mrsmiagreer @hobiesrockstargf @glitchedvarity

#redacted asmr #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #daddy milo #daddy milkers #milo greer #redacted audio milo #redacted audio #redacted audio sweetheart #sickfic

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qhoaaaa · 3 months

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NSFW SHUSHH 18++++

MINORS GO AWAY GRR GRAHH IDKK

Saw someone say that Milo and Sweetheart have sex with jewelry on (bondage talk later on ohohoo, and hcs)

I forgot who said that but props to you omg

Sweetheart with 2 chains on, they clink on each other as Milo fucks them doggy style on the bed, their hands holding themself up

It oddly becomes a kink for Milo 👀

Sweetheart likes the cold metal on their warm skin 👀 temp play maybe ooo

First time they do this, Sweetheart gets all (delightfully) flustered when they see Milo wear the chains in public bc it reminds them of that night

Milo running cold rings on their thighs, Sweetheart's leg muscles jolt a little when he moves it near their core, ya know that sensitive skin thats super warm yeah yeah 👀

..... Sweetheart later gives him a hint by wearing a kinda punk aesthetic choker (the leather ones with the circle/shaped bar in the middle) and he catches on quick, when they're home they show him a matching leash

Hes kinda surprised but is like , oh wow 😳 kind of "no way..." surprised

Feel like Sweetheart brought more kinks in the relationship, like things they wanted to try and Milo obviously indulged them

That night Milo tests the waters a bit by, when they reverse ride him, he pulls the leash back to see their head perk up, neck slightly strain up on the tug and uses a hand on their waist to pull them deeper on his cock

Leads to Sweetheart buying one of those restraints that bind the arms behind the back and a choker on the neck, a harness or smth that he can tug on

OBVI THE ICONIC BLINDFOLD WOOO

For someone who can turn literally invisible, they sure like losing their senses (and their mind) in bed with Milo shbskejskd

First time Sweetheart tries to get Milo in bongage, they use one of those ties that bind the wrists so he can't touch them, mid ride he rips them off and takes them right there bc he can't handle not touching them

Sweetheart likes having their face smushed on the bed, tongue out, moaning nonsense while Milo ruins them from behind

Milo absolutely loves seeing Sweetheart's hair all messy after, thinks its very cute and hot

Sweetheart goes crazy over eye contact during sex, so does Milo, he just growls, the knowledge of being watched by his mate WHILE he fucks them makes it all much more hotter

They both are pretty flexible, but Sweetheart is much more, Milo was once trying to position their legs, asking,, "how does this feel?" And they would say, "Lower..." and it led to a mating press with their legs all the way to their ears , gods

Sweetheart just gets a wave of pleasure when Milo spanks them, might be limited spanks but damn , the way they shiver or increase in pitch always catches Milo's attention (MILO THIGH SPANKER ARGAHAHH, ass too but he loves their thighs so much)

Belt.

You heard me.

B. E. L. T.

Especially Milo's belt.

He used it to hold them in place once, wrapping it around the under of their waist to keep them tight around him (cockwarming jwshsjsh TELL ME THE BOTH OF THEM WOULDNT LOVE THAT)

They love to watch him take off his belt, just the slow process of him painstakingly sliding it off his pants, and then when his pants are off, they let out a strong huff through the nose to not try to suck him through his boxers right then and there

He loves to see their noises turn into blissed-out ecstasy, like they're moaning his name and praises and then minutes later he's got them mumbling gibberish

They like to see this from him too, especially his growls when they roll their hips on him when they're riding in a certain way

Got this boy from groaning to moaning omg, voice breaking grip KSBSJSJ

They love to hear those strong huffs when he's about to cum, talk abt a rush or smth idk

Ok,,, am I done,, who knows

Enjoy 🐺💛

(Milo is best (wolf) boy mwah mwahh)

#redacted audio #redacted asmr #redactedverse #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #goobers #18+#qhoa has words #oh gods

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stupd000 · 3 months

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💋Cloaked💋

First time writing smut and ofc it’s Milo

CW-bondage, sub-ish milo, sex, porn no plot💀

“Fuuck sweetheart-..”

Milo was tied against the headboard, his head thrown back as his hands grip the silk ropes wrapped around his wrists. his dick twitches inside of Sweethearts mouth,leaving him a shuddering, aching mess. Sweethearts mouth comes off his dick with a pop before they wipe his pre-cum off the side of their mouth. “You alright, baby?” Sweetheart smiles, putting a hand on his thigh. Milo looks back up at them, “Very.” before throwing his head back. His heavy breaths get faster as Sweetheart rubs their thumb over the tip of his dick. Milo adjust himself back against the headboard the best he can without his hands. “Y,know, I wasn’t expecting for me to be the one tied up tonight.” He laughs, quickly turning into a moan as Sweetheart grabs the base of his cock. “you’re fucking perfect.” Sweetheart breathes, beginning to move their hand up and down his cock. “Shit Sweetheart-“ he giggles, “I’d kiss you but i can’t lean forward”. Sweetheart laughs before leaning forward and kissing him, hands on the sides of his torso. “I love you Milo.”Sweetheart breathes softly.

Milo moans as Sweetheart straddles his hips. “Wanna do something fun?”. Milo smirks, knowing exactly what they mean.

Before he can even respond, Sweetheart is already cloaked.

Milo doesn’t know what’s happening. All he knows is Sweetheart is on his dick and he can’t see them, he feels hands roaming his body as he tries to stutter his way through a quip, but failing pathetically. “Fuu-uck sweets..”. Milo can hear Sweetheart moaning as they bounce on his cock. “So fuckin’ pretty..” Sweetheart mumbles into his shoulder. Milo moans just from the praise, bucking back into Sweetheart quickly.

“Patience baby~.” Sweetheart mumbles, placing a hand on his thigh. Milo whines and slows down, “Pleease sweetheart-!” He moans out, his hands straining against the ropes as he desperately tries to claw for Sweetheart. “Fuck baby..” Sweetheart mumbles as they trail their fingertips over his chest, over his scars, freckles, hickeys.. “You’re fucking extraordinary..” Sweetheart mumbles in awe.

“Sweets please pleease..-“ Milo cries, throwing his head back over the headboard. Sweetheart uncloaks, putting both their hands at the base of Milo’s neck, continuing to bounce on his dick

“S-sweetheart..Fuck I’m-“ Milo cuts himself off with a moan, bucking straight up into them with a cry. “Oh fuck Milo-“ Sweetheart throws their head back as they fall apart, Milo’s cum spilling out of them as he thrusts in and out of them. His breaths heavy as Sweetheart leans forward, their hands against his chest, stabilizing themselves before giving up and collapsing on top of him. They stay silent for a while, not moving from their positions.

“Sweetheart?” Milo whispers, adjusting himself upright again. “Mhm?” They hum tiredly against his chest, “Get these fuckin’ ropes off me.” He laughs, as Sweetheart jumps to realize that they had completely forgotten about him being tied to the headboard. “Actually hold on” Sweetheart reaches to grab their phone from the nightstand, swiping to there camera and taking a picture of Milo. He’s laughing. Lipstick stains and hickeys are bruised across his chest and neck, and lipstick is smudged across his lips. Sweetheart snickers, Milo does not find it amusing. “You suck.” He rolls his eyes, then motioning for them to untie him. Sweetheart moves off his lap and begins untying his hands “Damn right I do.” They smirk, making an O with their fist and motioning to their mouth. Once Milo’s hands are free he rotates his wrist before placing a hand on Sweethearts cheek. “Are your wrists sore?” Sweetheart questions, grabbing his wrist from their face and examining it in fear that they might have hurt him.

Milo chuckles, adjusting himself beside them. “No baby, no they just fell asleep.” He mumbles through giggles. Sweetheart let’s out a sigh or relief before wrapping an arm around his waist.

“You’re sweaty.” Milo quips. “I made you cum in 5 minutes earlier, pipe down.”. Milo goes silent.

“BABE I WAS KIDDING!” Sweetheart laughs out, sitting up and playfully slapping his chest with the back of their hand. Milo laughs, pushing their hands away “Yeah I know , I know-!”. Sweetheart grabs a pillow, hitting Milo with it. “Sweetheart- Christ! I just got my shit rocked take it easy!” He blocks his face as giggles fill the room. Their laughs die down as Milo places a hand on the back of Sweethearts neck, swiftly pulling them into a soft kiss. Sweetheart giggles into the kiss, laying down next him. “I love you Sweets.” Milo smiles, kissing their temple before resting his head on top of theirs. “Love you too Milo..”They smile before drifting into sleep.

#redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted audios #redacted smut #redacted milo #redacted asmr milo #redacted audios milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted asmr sweetheart #redacted audios sweetheart

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acey-wacey · 2 years

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Meeting Your Future Children

This was requested a while back by @sunsethw4 but I never completed the request. So finally, here is the second part.

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♠️ Deuce Spade ♠️

Deuce nearly had a heart attack when he saw a little girl sitting on his bed.

She was about 8, young enough to be curious, but old enough to have manners.

When he walked in the room, her eyes lit up and she hopped off the bed, running to hug Deuce around the waist.

"Daddy! I'm so happy to see you!"

*insert blue screens*

"I've been waiting for you so long! This place is weird. I saw Unca Ace earlier and he didn't even say hi back!"

"How... Sorry, who are you?" Deuce managed to ask through his confusion. The girl seemed to know Ace but she wasn't familiar to Deuce at all.

The little girl cleared her throat as if she had been rehearsing her answer.

"Nina Eloise Spade."

She beamed at him when she finished recording her name. After a few seconds, she whispered in his ear.

"Did I do good, daddy?"

"Uh, yes you did very good. So you are..."

"Daddy's so forgetful! I'm your daughter, silly!"

She giggled and hid her face in his stomach.

Deuce was really confused, so he did what he normally would do when he was in an odd situation.

He went to you.

When you opened the door to Ramshackle, the last thing you expected was a child to stroll right in and make herself at home.

She sat down on the couch, swinging her legs while you and Deuce looked on in shock.

"Mummy, can I please have some apple slices?"

You smiled awkwardly and rubbed the back of your neck.

"I'm sorry, I don't know where your Mummy is, but I can get you a snack?"

"You're all being silly today! My mummy is right there!"

She pointed at you with a little finger and a goofy smile.

It took you a moment, but you remembered this trope from novels back home. It never occured to you that something this outlandish would ever actually happen, even in this crazy, twisted world.

"We're your parents?"

You gestured to you and Deuce and the girl nodded vigorously.

You looked at Deuce incredulously before realizing the implications.

Both of you turned away as quickly as you could.

You went to Crowley and he was much more inclined to help get the child home than he ever was to help you.

Over the next few days, Deuce's parents instincts kicked in.

He doted on Nina so much, giving her everything she needed.

He figured there was nothing wrong with spoiling her while she was only there for a little while.

He read her stories every night and tucked her in, never forgetting the goodnight kiss that she begged for.

It was sad when she finally had to leave but Deuce was reassured by the fact that he would see her again someday.

Now his only problem was figuring out how to get there.

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🍏 Epel Felmier 🍏

Epel was in for a big surprise when a young boy practically ambushed him on the way to magishift practice.

The boy kept at him and clung to his torso until an older girl pried him off.

She wrangled the boy and held him in her arms, smiling sympathetically at Epel.

"Milo, quit being annoying. Dad's busy."

Epel was very confused.

The older girl held the boy in her arms, bouncing him on her hip while another girl clung to the older girls sleeve.

"Papa, where are we?"

The little girl blinked up at Epel, making him even more confused.

"I don't know where your papa is but this is Night Raven College."

The girl's eyes lit up with recognition and she smiled shyly, burying deeper into the older girls side.

"I remember. Mama said papa and her used to go to school here."

Epel was a bit concerned about being late for magishift but the weird kids wandering the campus were a good enough excuse to shirk his duties.

"Who are your mama and papa? I might be able to help you find them."

"I don't know where mama is, but at least we have you, papa!"

The boy apparently named Milo chirped enthusiastically.

It was only then that Epel noticed the purple tint to each of the children's hair as well as their facial features that struck him with a startling sense of deja vu.

Of course he could never forget where he recognized their features since he spent most of his time absentmindedly thinking about you.

"Are you all related to Y/N?"

"Yeah, yeah, mama!"

He didn't know what to think about that except that you were far to young to be having children. The oldest looked about 11 and since you were in highschool, there was no possibility of you being their real mama.

"Alright, I'll take you to them, but would you tell me your names first?"

The oldest sighed and shook her head.

"I didn't know you were so old that you don't remember, papa. I'm Marta, then Charlotte, and Milo's the baby."

Epel walked them around the school to find you, Milo insisting on being carried.

He definitely got a few stares and he prayed Vil wouldn't see him but eventually, he found you.

Milo jumped right out of Epel's arms and into yours.

You were startled but the tiny arms wrapped around your neck were quite welcome.

You laughed and asked Epel who the kids were.

He explained his hunch about them looking suspiciously similar to you and him.

He figured they must have been an alchemical accident but you shooed his hypothesis away, happy to be able to play with the kids.

Marta wasn't that much younger than you and she was very bright so she noticed something was off and pointed out how they must have travelled to the past.

You made a mental note to deal with the idea of you and Epel having children together at a later date.

For now, you just played with the kids, content to blow off your responsibility as long as you had their puppy eyes.

Epel couldn't get out of quite as many things since Vil violently disliked children but he took as much time as he could to see them.

After all, Charlotte was so cute, sitting on his lap while he read to her and trying to follow along even though she couldn't read yet.

You didn't want to say goodbye but it was lovely to have a little glimpse of your and Epel's future together.

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🐊 Sebek Zigvolt 🐊

Sebek was just minding his business, training as peacefully as one can with his frame of mind, when you burst into the Diasomnia dorm with two little boys chasing you with wooden swords.

He was alarmed to say the least but something about the boys was oddly familiar.

The tilt of their eyes and their chubby cheeks gave him flashbacks to his baby pictures, the only difference being their (h/c) hair that contrasted their bright green eyes.

"Sebek, meet Caspian and Theodore, our children."

His face turned bright red and he started screaming as he usually resorts to when flustered.

"I don't know what you mean to imply, human, but I can assure you that I... that we... we don't have children!"

You just shrugged, having already been briefed on the situation and already accustomed to world-changing magical events.

"I mean, not yet obviously, but the boys are from the future. Isn't that right, my babies?"

Theodore was obviously a mama's boy with his toy sword forgotten and his arms wrapped around your legs.

Caspian seemed to be a little older and emulated a more calm presence.

He was still a mama's boy obviously, but he stood straight as a board with a goofy grin on his face as you ruffled his hair.

He reminded you of a certain other rigid knight that you happened to know.

"What do you mean "the future"? I would never have children with a human?"

You gasped in offense and pulled the boys closer to you.

"How come you say such a thing in front of the children, Sebek? Cas, Theo, won't you go on and say hi to your father?"

Theo rushed over and reached up at Sebek, doing grabby hands until you urged him to pick up the little boy.

Caspian just waved and smiled before resuming his knightly posture, no doubt picked up from his father's influence.

"This is... oddly domestic."

Sebek mused as Theodore buried his face into Sebek's neck.

You smiled, already deeply attached to the boys despite having known them for about an hour.

"Just something to look forward to."

Another wave of blush was forced into Sebek's cheeks.

He was about to start screaming again when you shushed him and gestured to the boy in his arms who was apparently so tuckered out from playing that he immediately fell asleep.

As if subconsciously knowing it was right, Sebek smiled and kissed the boys forehead.

"Daddy, am I doing good? Can I be a knight now, like you"

Caspian looked up at his dad with expectant eyes, holding his toy sword at his side like a proper soldier.

"You're doing wonderfully, Cas. In a few short years, maybe you can start your knight training."

Caspian whooped in excitement before clearing his throat and forcing his smile into a serious face.

You laughed at his childish giddiness and couldn't help but loose your thoughts in a daydream of it being like this all the time.

Maybe in a few years.

...

🐺 Jack Howl 🐺

Jack was used to waking up early but not usually by rustling in his bed.

When he finally opened his eyes, three little girls were curled up next to him in bed.

He would've jumped away immediately if you hadn't put up your hand with a sympathetic smile.

"I'm so sorry, Jack. I tried to stop them but these mischief-makers would've broken in anyway so they might as well have some supervision."

He raised an eyebrow, the girls still huddled around him.

"And who exactly are these mischief-makers?"

You inhaled through your teeth and smiled sheepishly.

"So please don't freak out about this because it will probably freak you out. They are our daughters from the future."

Out of all the things he expected you to say, that was pretty darn low on the list.

"What?"

"This is Genesis," you gestured to one of the girls. She had white coily hair and tall ears sticking out on her head. "Aria," the second girl was clinging to Jack's arm. Her hair was (h/c) and she sported the same fluffy ears as her sister. "And finally, Luna," the third girl was just a baby. Aria cradled Luna in her arms, supporting her head while she slept.

"So I shouldn't be worried?"

"I mean, you should be a little worried but maybe wait until later in the day? They got transported here at 2 am this morning. They need a little TLC."

Jack scoffed, amazed at how you took each new strange happening in stride.

"I, uh, I'll tell Leona I can't make it to magishift practice today."

You smiled and sat down on the edge of the bed, gingerly awaiting a response.

Jack raised an eyebrow but gave in and gestured with his head for you to join the others.

You smiled, almost deviously, and took your place in the cuddle pile, holding your would-be daughters tight.

Jack sighed and brushed a hair out of Genesis' face.

She mumbled in her sleep and snuggled into his side.

He smiled, resigning to be confined in his bed for at least a couple more hours.

After all, cuddling with a bunch of fluffy wolves and his girlfriend couldn't be the worst possibility in the world.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst #twst x reader #disneytw #deuce spade #deuce spade x reader #epel felmier #epel felmier x reader #sebek zigvolt #sebek zigvolt x reader #jack howl #jack howl x reader

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incorrectbatfam · 4 months

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Can we get some gooner hcs?

You guys are really into this, aren't you?

I guess since I created the characters this would technically be their canon? Even though they're in the Gotham universe? Idk let's call it Schrodinger's Canon

Anyway, some basic tidbits I came up with:

When they're not doing crime, they hang out together sitcom style—usually at Rob's apartment in Burnside. He regrets telling them where the spare key is

Milo lives with Rob and the twins full-time because the alternative is letting him wander the streets as a minor. Rob is a criminal anyway so might as well harbor a teenage runaway while he's at it. The verdict is still out on whether Milo's just a tenant or if there's a familial relationship slowly forming

Gene also doesn't have his own house. He stays with Rob about half the time and the other half he stays with Otto or occasionally his ex-wife. The latter two live in Crime Alley so Gene prefers Rob's place

Blaise got kicked out by his parents for being a stoner. He lives in Milo's car in the parking lot behind Rob's apartment when the car isn't being used for missions. Mac is similar—he has an apartment but spends so much time in his ice cream surveillance truck that he keeps spare clothes and a sleeping bag there

Kellin made a decent amount in their hired killer days and has a few safehouses around Gotham and Metropolis. Their assassin paranoia keeps them cycling between places

Kellin also occasionally sleeps over at Booker's dorm at Gotham U. He's been getting them caught up on pop culture since they fell a few years behind

Otto is the only one trusted to babysit Jackie and Gunner. He might look like a grinch on the outside but he enjoys being around children

Gene invents new prototypes and Otto tests them behind his repair shop before giving feedback. If it involves chemistry, Molly will also give her input

Booker is the chaotic academic who turns every wall he sees into a detective board and often gets the right solution with the wrong formula

Ironically, Milo doesn't like racing video games and Grand Theft Auto. He thinks they're not nearly as exciting as the real thing

Molly and Blaise have feelings for each other but every time they try to get together the universe finds some way to stop them—bad timing, other people, and once a family of hungry raccoons

Gene unofficially coined the comedic physics that follow them as "the Looney Toons force"

The only ones not affected are the twins. Milo isn't affected as much compared to the adults too

Molly is a massive Gotham City Sirens fangirl. Sometimes, to get new ideas for her chemicals, she'll walk through Ivy's latest crime scene to see if she can use anything plant-based

Kellin swears the most but they do it in Thai because this is a PG-13 program

#see previous posts #original character #batman #batfamily #batfam #batman family #gotham rogues #dc villains #dc comics #headcanon #canon #character lore #my writing #tw violence mention #tw drug mention

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skunkox · 2 months

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Darlin's Jacket Headcanon

Been sitting on this for weeks , so just hear me out rq.

Dalrin's jacket was a gift from Asher. It was a present to cheer them up while they were on punishment when they were young. Possibly a birthday? Grades? Faught a kid? Embarrased their parents in front of the pack? Havent worked out the details.

It's a letterman jacket from a band they were really into. But the issue? It's a gooddam Unisex XXL, and the twerp of a Tank is like, barley 14 with not real muscle mass yet. My Tank at least is 13 when they make the move and join the pack in Dahlia while the main shaw pack kids are 14.

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"Ash. Remind me again why you dragged us to Hot Topic." Milo asked, reluctantly following a brace faced Asher into the cramped, and dim lit store.

"Cause Half-pint, your comrad in short arms has been looking miserable. Or at least, more so than normal." Asher snickered, slowly getting more, and more side tracked as he wandered farther into the store. It wasn't long before David grabbed the boy by his collar and dragged him to the back of the store. Milo flashed him a cocky grin while Asher stumbled behind David.

"We got a problem. You said it was this one, right? It's too big." David released Asher to nealty pick up the jacket. "I mean, I know it's the thought that counts, but it's just not practical, Ash."

Asher was already looking through the piles. Wanting to be 100% sure they weren't missing anything. Starting to feel defeated. There was no way Asher was going to ask the clerk if there would be another shipment. Nor would he be willing to wait for a possible restock. Milo looked at his friend. He could tell those puppy dog eyes were gonna start bulging soon. A huff escaped his lips, and he stood straight with his hands on his hips. Trying to seem cool and a little bit taller.

"It's not like they're done growin'. And a jackets a jacket. If it's coverin', it's good." Milo couldn't stop the noogie barreling his way.

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The handoff was swift. Just as the troublemaker was mounting their skateboard outside their middle school's gate, a familiar truck rolled up. From the truck's bed, Asher gave a quick "Heads up!" Before giving the equivalent of a basketball pass with a heavy black bag. A cackle could be heard, and the truck road off. Leaving them bamboozled.

It wasn't until Tank got home that they viewed the contents of the bag. The biggest, and goofiest smile spread across their face. They couldn't give two fucks about the size. It was from their favorite band. It was a gift. Someone cared enough to gift them something. Anything. But the fact that the few times they did speak, they were actually listened too. It nearly brought the runt to tears. It did. They won't admit it though. That's just embarrassing.

Really embarrassing. They were given a jacket by a boy. An upper classmen boy. A boy who was a part of their pack. Who they'd have to face on a regular basis. They did the jacket at the back of their closet. Still in it bag.

The disappointment in Asher's face really couldn't be hidden. Mostly for the fact that though the week of quick pass bys,they didn't wear the jacket. But he noticed at their next pack meeting, they'd give small waves now. Small smiles were attempted. This continued until Tank would inevitably start sitting near Asher during meetings. Or willingly go on group outing. This snowballed to the occasional video game or movie hangouts.

Still mostly lingering around Ash, or him leaning on them. When he did so, Tank would get flustered. But in true Tank fashion, would give his sides a punch or his legs a kick. Never hard enough to leave heavy bruises. What can I say? They play hard.

As oblivious to this Asher was, it was almost too embarrassing a site for the other second gen pack members. Cristian would poke his fun while Asher was away before Amanda could put him in check. Milo genuinely wanted to see how things would play out. David called them the "Disaster Duo" for a long while.

In true 2008 middle schooler cringe, Tank was convinced that the might have had the tiniest crush on Asher. But they denied it. Denied it so much that the others couldn't be convinced it wasn't true. There were lots of little arguments that summer. But Tank would immediately shut up when ever Asher came around.

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Freshman year was something......

The teasing started to get out of hand. Asher would definitely hear the snickers and teasing. Especially now that it was directed towards him by his classmates. Asher would deny it during classes and lunches that they were just his "Lil Buddy." It's not like he really helped the situation. Hitting a growthspurt over the summer, it was easy to see him from down the hall. He'd wave and call Tank's name out into the crowd. His little buddy was drawing in a sea of students.

He'd elped them get to their classes by becoming a meat shield. Tank was just barely able to keep up. Asher once thought I'd be funny if he could heave them over his shoulder like a cheap, stringed gym bag. Tank was flustered but kicked and punched all the same.

The teasing one again grew when Tank finally decided to wear the damn jacket during school pictures. Not wanting to be remembered in the preppy outfit their parent picked out for then, they stowed the jacket away in their backpack.

The little smile on Asher's face couldn't have been bigger when he saw them in it. He was on his way to take pictures, and Tank was headed back to class. He pulled them off to the side of a couple half functioning vending machines.

"Sooooo? How're liking the jacket? I know it's too big but you said you like listening to the band. That, and I've never not seen it in your discman. I'm sorry I got it so big. It was t-." Asher's lip got stuck on a braces bracket, and he began to fumble his words. Quickly second-guessing if Tank even really liked the damn thing.

Giggling could be heard from a couple kids passing by. A light shove was made by another to Ash. A quick "Dork." was thrown his way. Heat rose in his face. In Tank's too. But out of frustration. Asher didn't do anything wrong. He was just trying to be a good friend.

And it clicked for the freshman. Why overthink and cause trouble for Asher if they could be a friend? That could be comfortable. They wouldn't have to avoid him like an unwanted puppy. He'd been their friend. Or at least trying to be. Shit didn't have to be weird.

"Hell yeah, bro! It really saved my ass today. My parents wanted me to look like some sort of outstanding citizen or some shit. Can't wait till I can bulk up some, though. I'll totally be able to take on David one on one." Tank beamed and jabbedAsher in the arm with quick fist. This was the loudest they had ever been as far as he knew. His goofy ass grin was back on his face. Before Asher could get out a word, Tank ran past him.

"Thanks dude!" They called out from the crowd, not looking back and focusing on making it through the herd of upper classmem.

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The following years, Tank continued being bro-y with Asher. He laid off of a lot of physical contact in turn. But this was comfortable for them. Not real close like he was with the others but it was what Tank wanted. They seemed happier that way.

Tank absolutely wore the jacket every chance they got. Around their waist if need be. Ruined absolutely every single yearbook photo. Every pack meeting. Every fight. Even when they felt there was no one to run to for comfort. That jacket had been through hell and back. However, you can only stich fabric so many times.

It looks ratty, but there is no way they're giving it up any time soon. Even if hugs are always offered or dare I say mandatory.

Tank was now yelling at Asher for kicking their controller from their hands during their match of Mario Kart. Hands were thrown, but carefully so. The group of 8 were hanging out at David and Angel's after all. There was no way either of the two were willing to take beating from David. At the very least, another ban from the house. Laugher roared in the home from all sides. Of course, Sweetheart, being an opertunist, took first place of that round.

David and Sam had been in the kitchen, taking a break from the roundy bunch. He had asked Tank about the jacket on multiple occasions, but never gave a straight answer. He'd at least wanted to get it professionally fixed up. Tank had gotten used to all the stains and tears. Saying it was like "The scar that protected their scars." And was proud of it for always being there.

David was willing once again, shed a little light on the troublemaker. Sam let out a chuckle. The next round was starting, and he wanted to make sure he wouldn't be playing doctor that night. The two men returned. David taking his corner seat next to Angel. Same made his way to the recliner. His Darlin' not missing a beat, taking a seat on the beanbag they claimed earlier in the night between their mate's legs. All the while, raspberries were exchanges between them and Asher from across the room. His own mate laughing at their childsh antics.

This was all the comfort they could ask for.

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Jacket really be a security blanket, tho. Sorry for the shit grammar. Caught some kind of cold, and my vision is absolute shit.

Bromance anyone?

#milo greer #redacted david #redacted sam #redacted tank #redacted darlin #david shaw #shaw pack #redacted milo #sam collins #redacted headcanons #redacted audio #redacted asmr #bromance #they're just friends

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