#fellas (gender neutral) is this normal

[anecdotal-acorn]

yes i've been having a tough few weeks, yes i've listened to the Hunchback of Notre Dame soundtrack more than five times in the past five days

#fellas (gender neutral) is this normal #honestly i don't even care lol #disney #disney movies #hunchback of notre dame #the hunchback of notre dame #disney hunchback of notre dame #disney renaissance #musical #musicals #musical theatre

[plleeeepppyyyy]

being wally’s newest friend!

(i love this arg and hopefully it gets more pickup in the near future!! especially love wally, silly little guy.)

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(i love this arg and hopefully it gets more pickup!! especially love wally, silly little guy.)

basically you moved into the neighborhood and wally takes notice. and is infatuated.

warnings,, wally has some tendencies of being a yandere?? possessiveness, gaslighting, possible love-bombing, kidnapping. house pretty much indulges on wally’s behavior. i actually don’t have much about house in this writing, sorry!!.,,(;´༎ຶٹ༎ຶ`) also a little short,,?

reader is g/n. (gender neutral)

what glances see first. :)

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so! you’re the new neighbor, no matter how new you are, as said, you’re still an important denizen. pretty much everyone’s gotta be talkin about you, the first one to greet you though is wally, ofc. ♡︎

at first he seems a bit zoned out? chilled out? by the tone of his usual voice and his facial expression,, you probably think he’s zooted up. but nope, that’s just how he is. he’s pretty friendly when it comes to you, he greets you, tells you all about the neighborhood, and is overall hopeful.

a good charmer too, despite his tone at first and such that made you doubt it, there’s still a way to find this man charming. i mean cmon,, look at his fashion sense, that laidback expression, he definitely looks like he has it all figured out. if you want, he’d gladly show you around the neighborhood. helping you socialize with your new neighbors, despite his short answers and such, he’s still helpful.

after this good greeting, you seem him around all of the time. with barnaby, julie, or just anyone. it could take a bit before you guys get talking normally too, whether you have trouble taking at times or whatnot. you guys get on fine, he’s a pretty likable person.

little did you know, he was the one staring mostly.

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the friendship within, ❤︎︎

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when you guys are pretty good friends, he tends to show you his paintings, and art. which are impressive and cute, he offers to draw with you. and definitely likes your company, he also shows you, “house”! which is an actual legit living object, it’s a bit weird. but, ignoring that aside,,. it’s a swell time hanging around with wally. especially if you got barnaby, or one of the others around. it creates a good dynamic.

he likes hanging around with you all of the time, whether it’s doing the most or just sitting around with you. wally really enjoys the simplicity of things, especially if it’s with you.

wally is overall a nice and sweet guy to you, charming at times. he’s definitely the guy to have around, whenever you have issues and need some assistance, he’s gladly ready to help! whether it’d be a simple thing like, deciding an outfit, he’ll help you out. (listen to this man with fashion sense, he’s got a hella good one. (๑˃ᴗ˂)ﻭ )

he’s mostly nice all of the time, but sometimes he does get a bit blunt at times. usually to others or you, which he quickly takes back. it’s strange.. but friendship with wally is worth it!

he’s an interesting little fella to have around.

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the strange thing about this.

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around later into your guys’ friendship, you take notice of how wally is getting a bit clingier? he definitely hangs around you more, definitely more touchy. like, before he sometimes puts an arm around you, but barely he would be touching you. now though, he always finds a way to touch you. (not like that ofc,,)

he for sure takes you around and brings you around his house more, in some way he sorta isolates you from the other. he insists on you being around him 24/7.

like cmon, forget those other guys,, we can have fun on our own, together.

is what he would definitely say, he’s a bit passive aggressive when it comes to others. it should only be you and him hanging out, house insists! and house knows most, so why won’t you just stay around him?

during this period, he for sure compliments you more. like, how you’re the most to him, you’re great at drawing, doing this, that.. of course he would hype his best friend up!

he tends to give you little trinkets too. whether it’s stuff he makes, or anything he finds and just thinks, “yep, they would love this, i want them to have this.”

he feels a bit threatened whenever he sees you hanging around anyone, it doesn’t matter if it’s barnaby, frank, eddie, he just doesn’t like it when his bff isn’t paying attention to him! (ง'̀-'́)ง

sometimes he rants to house about how you don’t pay attention to him enough, and house said some good advice. so of course, he would listen to house. he starts giving you stuff, showering you in compliments, even though, it still doesn’t work.

he just adores you too much! don’t you adore him too?

why won’t you just stay with him? why can’t you just focus all on him.

he does it for you, so why can’t you the same?

he just wants to be your bestest friend ever.

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stay with him. ♥︎

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this period of your relationship definitely heightens.

wally has this great idea, from house’s help ofc. that you should live with the two of them, like roommates! just without you finding out. (yeah he kidnaps you, basically.. uh)

once you wake up, he definitely is happy. and reassures you, that you’ll be with him 24/7 now, it’s like a forever sleep over, ain’t that sweet? even if you’re freaking out, he’s patient, it must be because you’re excited!

he can’t just stay in this house alone, he needs you. he assures you that he’ll always be with you.

he’s not so sure to let you out of the house though, can’t have his bff leave and run. nor does he want you lonely, so he barely leaves the house too. when he does go out, he assures everyone that you’re just sick, sad, or need some comfort.

that’s what friends do, they’re there for each other. so, he makes sure everyone doesn’t worry that much for you. after all, you’re in good hands with wally!

that’s what at least they think, wally doesn’t give you much free will. unless he’s there ofc, best friends have to do everything together.

he still showers you in compliments and gives you stuff, but he does reach limits. if you’re too angry or crabby with him, he does have to make sure you’re not anymore!

whether that’d be locking you in a room, so you can just let it all out. or just keeping you near him, but tied up. just so you don’t hurt yourself on accident.

if you’re crying, he won’t let you be. he’ll hold you, usher and coo to you that you’re fine, he’s here. he’ll never leave.

but that’s the thing, he never will. even if you’re in the other room, the looming thing that hovers you is that he’s just waiting for you. he won’t let you go. and that’s the scariest thing possible.

so, you just have to endure the near thought of him by you everyday now. even if you don’t see him, you’ll hear him talk to house, or sing. you can’t escape, anything you do, he’ll stay.

but that’s the charm, no matter what wally will be there for you. you’re his dearest friend, well besides house. he can’t just abandon you, your his and he’s yours. the bestest friends forever, even if the others did find out wally’s true intentions, it’s not like they can’t stop him. right?

well, they’re far from that.

if he’s stuck here; he might as well be stuck here with you.

his dearest friend, the one he truly loves and cherishes.

he loves you, takes care of you, so,

why won’t you just stay for him?

if he would do it, you’d do it too,

wouldn’t you? ❤︎︎

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literally this is my first time writing on here, so sorry if it’s a bit weird! also first time writing wally,, soooo yeah again sorry if he seems out of touch or smth. (╥_╥)

but this was really fun to write, i literally love this arg and this silly funky dude. i might write more for this fandom, since i love it, def need some ideas.

arg by _PartyCoffin_ on twitter and tumblr!!

(pls support them and this arg, it’s underrated as of now at least,,)

#welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #platonic #with hints of some infatuation? #yandere #welcome home arg

[running-with-kn1ves]

Late Mornings

A/N: Just a short little thang I felt like writing. The idea of writing a smut w/ these two is very tempting 🧐🧐

Incubus x Gender neutral reader x Succubus

Summary: Just a normal morning with your secret succubus/incubus roommates, nothing odd here at all

“Hey, have you been going into my room lately?”

You looked down into your cup of warm tea, sticking your thumb in to feel the temperature. 

Your female roommate scoffed, cutting herself off with a laugh.

“What? No. What kind of question is that, why would I go into your room?”

“Well,” You chest squeezes, your heart feeling like it was about to squish and explode. “I-- Every morning, my door is open. I never leave my door open; not when I’m not home, anyway. I’ve been paying attention to it more, and it’s no coincidence--”

“What are we talkin’ about fellas?” A raspy voice says from behind, startling you. 

Your hand shakes, mug slightly tipping to leave tea on the white tablecloth. Shit, this was your grandma’s.

Your female roommate, currently still cooking with her back turned to you, let out a groan of disgust.

“Didn’t know the beast woke up before noon.” She chides. 

Warm hands fall onto your shoulders, holding them still as if to keep you from getting up. 

“You’re up, Gabriel?” You try to turn around to face him, but find that the male is already next to you, his warmth radiating off of him, part of it likely still remaining in the sheets he just tangled himself out of. 

“You too?” He frowns, unattractive lines forming on his pedicured face. “I don’t sleep that late most of the time, you know. I have to get up for work by 10-- usually.”

“Yeah, when you don’t have a ‘guest’.” Your female roommate counters. 

“Ugh shuddup Liz, as if you’re not the same. Besides, you know I gave that up a while ago.” 

For some reason, Gabriel looked toward you while saying this, you in return giving him a confused look. 

He massaged your shoulders, leaning all of his weight onto you as he nearly fell asleep again, yawning and closing his eyes. 

“You believe me right, sunshine? Haven’t heard anything in these thin walls lately huh?”

You cringe at how he shoves his nose against the crook of your neck, inhaling your smell so obviously it nearly makes you shudder from embarrassment. You would’ve shoved him off if Liz had turned around, witnessing it. But she still was turned cooking, making breakfast for you. She made enough for all three of you to eat, but you knew you’d be the only one with a plate when she was done. 

“C’mon Gabe you’re suffocating me,” You pat his hand, hoping he’d stop himself from reaching over the chair to hold you. But he didn’t, instead giving you a awkward hug from behind as he rocked you back and forth. 

“Blegh, don’t call me that; you know I hate it. Just gives me more of a reason to hang on…” He says, noting the way you shimmy in his grip, trying to make him let go. 

Liz turns with a pan in her hand, dumping the eggs and bacon in it onto your plate, pulling Gabriels ear with her free hand. 

“Let go.” She says, with a little more harshness than you would’ve expected. 

“Mind your manners, you never learned how to share.” She glares daggers at him, flicking his nose as he backs off. 

You’re too busy pulling at your neck, a wave of nausea and sleepiness coming over you, as if Gabriel’s exhaustion rubbed off. 

“So mean, bitch..” He mumbles, stretching his arms as he goes to sit next to you. “Well, atleast I feel energized for the day.” 

His face has a newfound freshness, dark circles less ingrained as he looks around the room. 

Gabriel scooted his chair over noisily, sitting nearly beside you now despite your chair being at the short end of the table. 

You let out a small sigh of exasperation, feeling what seemed like bruises on your shoulders and neck. Had he really pressed that hard?

“Stop messing with it, you’ll make it worse.” He said, bringing your hand down as you felt a strange indent in your skin.

“Make what worse?” You questioned. Could he see something on you that you couldn’t? Well, you hadn’t looked in a mirror since you woke up. 

“What are your plans for the day?” Liz interrupted, holding a mug with one hand as she sat across from gabriel, moving her chair with her other hand. You always admired the grace she seemed to have when doing things, her balance and lack of clumsiness making her appear so capable. If it were you, you probably would’ve gotten the chair stuck on the rug, dropping the mug in the process. 

Her chair was close, but not nearly as close as Gabriel’s. You watched her pour her coffee as you began to pick up your fork. Gabe held onto your other hand, petting it with his thumb as he grabbed a clean mug from across the table. 

Trying to pull your hand away, you found that Gabriel’s came with it, holding on as if he was an extension of you. 

“Gabe.” Liz barked, watching the scene unfold. Gabriel was mid-sip as he let go in an offended manner, throwing up his free hand and rolling his eyes from behind the mug. 

She scoffed, muttering under her breath about his childness as she turned her attention to you. 

“So, your plans for today, Bee?” Liz repeated.

You perked up at the nickname, having not heard it for quite a while. You much preferred it over Gabriel’s overly sweet ones-- It wasn’t even about him trying too hard, he was just naturally that sappy to a tasteless degree. 

You looked up like a deer in headlights, not expecting the attention your roommates were giving now, since they were previously so occupied with one another. But they both awaited your answer, watching you shovel bits of cheesy eggs and overdone bacon into your mouth. You took a scalding sip of your tea, some of it dripping down to your chin as you tried to hurry to answer. 

“You’re almost as bad as Gabriel,” Liz sneered, though with less conviction than she gave to the aforementioned male. “Take your time, don’t rush.” 

She pulled a napkin from the holder, grabbing your chin like a mother would to her child. Though, you didn’t feel the napkin grace your face, instead her thumb was wiping away whatever remnants you left on your unwashed skin. 

Satisfied, Liz licked her thumb clean, drying it on the napkin she pulled. 

“So...?”

You cleared your throat, licking your lips under the hungry gazes of your roomates. 

“Uh, I really hadn’t planned much, since its been my first day off since--” 

“You should stay home with us; what do ya know, I have today off too.” Gabriel interrupts. 

You look towards him, a cheeky grin covering his face as he pushes his socked foot against yours, hip nearly touching your own. 

All of a sudden Gabriel yelped out, his knee hitting the table as Liz shot him a glare that you swore could paralyze. You hoped to never be on the receiving end of her wrath. 

“While I don’t usually agree with the dimwit,” Liz commented, turning her attention back to you as her hard expression softened. “I think it could be nice to have a roomies day-- Just relaxing, watching movies, indulging in some needs… You know, just simple things.” 

Gabriel nursed his foot, holding it as he nodded with a frown. 

“I could do your hair.. Liz could take you shopping…” Gabe’s excitement had turned to slight pouting. 

You thought about it for a moment. Why not? You had hardly spent much time with the two, even though they always seemed to be around, sucking up your energy and time like vampires. You swore it was a mistake to have two extroverts as your roommates. 

There seemed to be something off about them too; something they wouldn’t say. But you didn’t mind-- especially since they had quit some of their more tedious habits like bringing nightly “friends” home, since you came along. You didn’t know how much longer you could handle the embarrassment of hearing their every move, every sound. Thankfully, you didn’t have to have much of a discussion about it, their one-night stands decreasing by the second week of your move-in. 

“Awe please say yes,” Gabriel pouted, reaching for your hand as he bunched his own against the tablecloth, attention pulled back to you. “We hardly get your-- well, any time with you. C’mon, won’t you do it for us?” 

Liz would’ve reprimanded him if it weren’t for the way your frown turned slightly upward. You took his hand, giving a dramatic sigh and roll of your eyes. 

“Does that mean yes?” Liz questioned. 

“I guess so. As long as we aren’t going extreme-- I don’t need a whole wardrobe change, OR a new hairstyle.” 

You looked at Gabriel with your eyebrows raised. 

“I’ll do the best I can to restrain myself.” He cackles, rubbing his hands mischeviously. 

“Ah, I’m excited,” Liz says with a grin, pushing her foot towards yours. “I can’t remember the last time I got to go out with a… friend.” She gave you a smile that seemed out of place. 

You smiled back, slightly forced as her cold foot ran up and down your leg, stroking above your pajama pants as she gleamed at you. 

“Well we gotta get ready-- first, its my turn. I need to get you dressed and right for the day-- before missy here takes you for a shopping trip that counts more as an excursion.” Gabriel pushed out of his seat, leaving his full cup there as you took another bite of food. 

“Don’t keep me waiting,” He pushed your head towards his face, giving a longing kiss to your cheek as you chewed. “I know where to find youuu.” He sing-songed, pressing a finger to your nose as he pecked the same area once more. He skipped back to his room, humming as he and Liz refused to break eye contact. 

Was it normal for roommates to be so affectionate? You weren’t sure, but the rent was too cheap and they were too nice for you to say no to his advances. 

“He’s right, its already eleven.” Liz commented, her busty body already dressed in normal day clothes that showed off the right parts; You had to admit, you were a little jealous of how well she knew how to dress for her body type.

Liz grabbed her mug with her fingertips, pushing your hair back and giving a gentle peck to your forehead. 

“Don’t let him do too much, you’ll regret it.” Liz warned. She laughed a little as she walked away, your chewing stopping as you wondered what you had gotten yourself into. 

You quickly finished your food, feeling another wave of sickly nausea pressing into your sinuses as your head went heavy. You were going to need much more than your normal amount of strength to survive those two today.

#kn1ves rants #knives rants #writing #x reader #reader insert #yandere #self insert #yandere x reader #male yandere #female yandere #succubus x reader #incubus x reader #demon roommates #incubus succubus roommates #succubus roommate #incubus roommate #succubi #monster girl #monster boy #male succubus #wlw yandere x reader #yandere oc x reader #gender neutral reader #gn reader #fem reader #masc reader #male reader #drabbles #one shot #creative writing

[the-laughing-lunatic]

Scout x reader who's never been to a baseball game before (ROMANTIC)

(I was bored and wrote this, I actually have been to multiple baseball games before but my ass still doesn't know anything about it. Reader's gender neutral as always. Trying to get better at writing oneshots so have this ig :/ Word count: ~1400)

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─── 

It was strangely calm that day, it was one of the occasional days off that the mercs had. You sat on your bed, reading through some random magazine you’d picked up here or there when your boyfriend Scout barged in. “Hey doll!”

You continued flicking through the pages of the magazine, not flinching. You’d gotten used to this after a year of knowing him and two months of dating him. The door might as well not have existed at this point. “Yes?”

“Wanna go to the game today? With me?” he said, flashing you two tickets in his hand.

“What kinda game?” You looked up.

“Only the best game to be created,” he said with a smirk. “Baseball.”

You shrugged. “Sure, I don’t have anything else to do—” you barely got out before you were tackled with a hug by Scout, your magazine falling somewhere on the bed as you were wrapped up in his arms. “Jesus, you’re that excited, huh?”

He only chuckled and kissed your cheek. “Hell yeah I am! I get to have my two favorite things, baseball and you, dollface.” 

You roll your eyes and give him a kiss on the cheek back, relaxing into his arms for a moment as you soak up his warmth. “...wait, am I below baseball?”

“Uhh…”

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“Bye Engie! Thanks for the ride!” Scout yelled out as Engineer drove away in his pickup truck, leaving the two of you to the sea of people waiting to get in despite the insufferable heat. 

“Geez, are there normally this many people at these things?” you said as you held onto Scout’s hand to not lose him as you walked to the back of the line for the ticket booth.

“What, ya never been to a baseball game before?” he said with a laugh. It was a rhetorical question from his perspective, but not for you. 

“No.” Scout’s jaw dropped. 

“W- whaddya mean you’ve never been to a baseball game before, w- why? How?” In his mind, baseball was the most amazing game in the world, and it was simply a crime that the most amazing person in the world had never seen it.

You shrugged. “Just never did.” Scout was full of feelings about this. On one hand, you were his dollface and it hurt that you had been deprived of one of the greatest pleasures life could offer. On the other hand, he got to be the guy to introduce you to your first baseball game, which had the same significance as a first kiss. In his mind at least.

“D’ya at least know the game? Like, how it works?”

You thought for a moment before saying: “Um, you hit balls and run a lot?”

Hoo boy. Scout sighed. “I mean- you ain’t wrong but ya ain’t right. Listen doll, so there’s nine guys on each team, right? And one of the guys is the pitcher for the inning. The pitcher, he’s the fella who . . .”

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“. . . and then the outfielders, once you have those fellas you can get somethin’ called a line drive where it hits right to ‘em without touchin’ the ground–”  

It had twenty non-stop minutes of Scout explaining the entire concept of baseball to you, and if you heard another way a ball can be thrown you were gonna snap. You took his face in your hands and kissed him before another move could be explained. 

His ears flushed red and he froze for a moment after you pulled away. “Uh, what was that all about, doll?”

“I love you but if I hear another word about baseball I’m gonna lose it. Can I just watch the game with you and enjoy it that way?” you ask. 

“Fine, fine—” he cuts himself off as the two of you are both hit with the realization. You said I love you. Shit, shit, shit shit shitshitshit!

Before you can stammer out a sorry or any other form of explanation, the woman in the ticket booth says “Next!” and you’re left to panic while Scout gives her the tickets.

We’ve only been dating for a few months, is that weird to say? It must be, he didn’t say it back. Maybe he didn’t hear me? No, he definitely heard me. Oh god, I fucked this up bad, fuck—

“Hey dollface, she said we can go in, c’mon,” he said with a smile, squeezing your hand and leading you into the stadium. You two found a spot in the bleachers, luckily under the shade of an awning. You nervously bounced your leg as you prepared for the game to begin.

He’s not treating me any differently, maybe he’s just gonna ignore that I said that. Please, god just ignore it. 

“Geez, real anxious to see the game, huh doll?” he said to you with a smile.

“Yeah, yeah.” Maybe this would all be okay, another normal date. Just ignore that gross feeling in your gut and it’ll be fine.

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It was not all fine. Everytime the word ‘love’ came out of Scout’s mouth you couldn’t help but feel a growing annoyance. And he said it a lot.

“Man, I love that guy!”

“ —fuckin’ love this hot dog—”

“Love the view, right doll?”

It’s like he was rubbing it in. The gross feeling, the loud noise and the tight packed crowd all teamed up to give you a headache. Great. You distracted yourself from the feeling by leaning into him and eating your popcorn, desperately trying to understand the game in front of you. Maybe you should have listened a little more to your boyfriend’s explanation. “You cold dollface?

“Nah, just tired and have a little headache, ‘m fine,” you said as you popped another piece of popcorn in your mouth.

He wrapped his arm around you so you could have more support. “We, uh, don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, y’know. It’s the bottom of the fifth if you wanna get out of here.”

“No, no, it‘s fine, gotta stay for my first baseball game. Besides, isn’t that rude to just leave?”

“Naw, it’s fine. ‘S pretty normal not to stay the whole nine innings for your first game. ‘Sides, I don’t want you to feel like shit. We could go to a game some other time, how’s that sound?”

You smiled softly. “Sounds perfect.”

“Good, now c’mon,” he said as he picked you up in his arms to carry you out of the stadium.

“Jeremy, my head is the thing that hurts, not my legs. I can still walk, you doofus,” you laughed. He kissed your forehead. 

“Whatever you say, sweetcake, but I’m still carryin’ ya.”

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It was dark out, and Jeremy had just finished calling Engineer on the pay phone while you sat on a nearby bench: Scout’s jacket draped over you. Only a few people milled about, leaving to their cars underneath the street lamps.

Jeremy sat down next to you, reaching to hold your hand. “Engie’s gonna be here in ‘bout ten minutes...you alright doll?”

You delicately took it. “I dunno…”

“Did anything happen?”

“I mean, kinda? It’s stupid though, dunno why I’m getting so focused on it.”

“Can you tell me?”

You took a deep breath and looked at the concrete. “Well, I don’t know if you actually heard me, but earlier I accidentally said that I love you. I- I mean, not accidentally, I do, but it just, y’know, slipped out.”

“I heard you doll,” Scout said, tilting your face up to look at him.

“Then why didn’t you say anything? I mean, I get if you don’t love me yet, I’m not gonna blame you, but just say something.”

“I didn’t say anything because I didn’t know if you were bein’ serious, doll,” he said, scratching the back of his neck. “Y’know, you’re amazing and sweet, and almost every time I’ve liked someone this fantastic they’re just with me for laughs.”

“Jeremy…we’ve been dating for two months, did you really think that I don’t care about you?”

“Well I mean, two months right. I kinda thought you would’ve already said ‘I love you’ by now, so just- I dunno. . . do you actually love me?”

“Of course I do, Jeremy, I just was nervous because I thought I said it too early,” you said, leaning closer to him, looking at how his face caught the light of the street lamp.

“I love you too,” Scout said with a dorky smile before pulling you close and kissing you. You probably would’ve kissed for much longer but the sound of a truck horn interrupted you. 

“Hey lovebirds, get in!” Engineer shouted from the truck.

Scout pulled away and blushed before getting in with you, holding your hand tight the whole time. 

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #team fortress 2 x reader #scout tf2 #scout tf2 x reader #scout #scout x reader #fanfiction

[heliads]

LISA !! your requests being open again is a glorious occasion, i’m so happy !! 

now, could i pretty please request spot conlon with a gender-neutral reader who’s a brooklyn newsie ? the reader’s newsie nickname is sunshine because they’re known for being super cheerful and sweet and pretty much always having a smile on their face, but thing is that spot’s kind of closed-off and gruff with them, even more than he is normally, because he finds it kind of grating how relentlessly happy they are when as newsies they live the way they do. but the reader just keeps on being the way they are, being kind to spot and smiling whenever they see him no matter how he always responds with a scowl, until finally he snaps at them and tells them to quit being so weird and happy all the time, but then they actually do and it makes him realize that he’s relied on seeing their smile every day and that he actually likes seeing it, so he goes to find sunshine and apologize, telling them that he actually admires how strong they are to keep being kind and happy despite everything and how much he appreciates it. it doesn’t have to end with a confession or anything, but hopefully at least some romantic undertones ? now, as always, you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to, but thanks in advance if you do, and i hope you’re doing well !! <3

'cloudy days' - spot conlon

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For once, it’s not a gray and blustery day in New York. Spot Conlon doesn’t know what the hell he was thinking, settling in a place like this, although he supposes he never really had a choice about it at all. It’s a cold and shady city, and that mood translates to its people. No one here would give him the time of day unless they absolutely had to, and he wouldn’t give them a damn thing either. That’s the tune of the city, and Spot drums it daily. Eat or be eaten. Kill or get killed.

That’s the way it’s always been, the way it always will be. Spot doesn’t want anyone’s sympathy. He’s grown past the point of needing it. Spot will do what Spot does best:  look out for himself, never take handouts, never be dependent on anything save his feet to carry him places and that weird thing beating between his ribs to keep him alive.

The other newsies respect that, and look up to it. Brooklyn may have a reputation for being the meanest borough around, but the newsies protect each other like no one else. Even when the sun don’t shine for months on end. Even on rare days, like today, when it does.

The bright streets have Spot thinking a little funny, just like always. When the sun is out and the skies are blue, he starts feeling a strange thing some might describe as happiness. For once, everything isn’t totally terrible. It’s like the high he gets after soaking his enemies, ‘cept his knuckles aren’t bloody and his eyes aren’t blackened.

Maybe it’s got him in a good mood. Maybe that’s why, when a new fella comes looking for a spot in Spot’s growing army of newsies, he’s inclined to say yes. This new ally of his is nothing like Spot has ever seen before. They’re smiling at him before they so much as tip their hat or say hello. At first, it makes him wonder if they’ve got some sort of problem, then he realizes that the newcomer isn’t grinning like that to be threatening, just because they’re legitimately, well, happy.

Strange. Confusing, even. Still, the abundance of sunshine is rattling Spot’s brain, so instead of laughing in their face, he actually offers them a place amongst the ranks. Were it any other day, he’s sure he would have made them go somewhere a little more sickly-sweet, where friendship is magic and everyone can stand around, fuckin’, square dancing or something, whatever it is they do over in ‘Hattan or the other less serious boroughs, but he doesn’t. He welcomes them into his home. He pretends he isn’t completely baffled by their happy-go-lucky act. 

And, since it’s clearly on the brain anyway, he gives them a nickname then and there, a real Spot Conlon first edition:  Sunshine. He reckoned it seemed pretty true at the moment. As it turns out, he had no idea. Sunshine gets on his damn nerves every moment of every day. They’re so sweet it makes him want to throw up. If he ever saw them without a smile on their face for longer than thirty seconds, he’d suspect an imposter. They toss out compliments like they mean it or something, and they actually pick flowers to give to their friends.

Spot would think it was an act, except it actually isn’t. No way a human being could keep up a pretense that long and not go totally crazy. Spot, for one, does feel like he’s going crazy, but that’s neither here nor there.

Every day is the same. He wakes up too early, drags himself out of bed and gets ready, then pokes his head out of his space just to find Sunshine already up and at it, beaming at him and wishing him a very good morning, Spot, before turning to the next half-asleep newsie and repeating them message, and man, he wants to throttle someone already. In the line for papes, they’re excitedly talking to him about how they hope for a good headline, and whenever Spot runs into them while selling, they’ve always got something funny to say. If Spot wanted to laugh, he’d go to the circus. Although even he has to admit that New York feels like that half the damn time anyway.

It’s actually starting to make him angry. Who is this newcomer to burst in and disrupt everyone like this? Spot’s no fool. Even though he’s proud of his newsies and glad to be among the best company there is, this isn’t the life any of them would choose if they had other options. The newsies are here because they have no money and no prospects. They are the terrible youth, set out on the streets because there is no one else to watch out for them but each other.

Yet here’s this stranger, bounding down the halls of their lodging house, beaming and laughing as if everything were sugar and sweet. It feels as if they’re making a mockery of the whole thing, and Spot doesn’t like being taken for a fool.

It twists his judgment. Spot isn’t exactly known for his warm and caring personality, but he cracks down even harder around Sunshine. Maybe then they’ll figure out that the whole super happy thing doesn’t fly around here. Dreams don’t get you anywhere, and pretending otherwise only costs a lot of effort that could instead be directed towards selling some papes.

He should be better, Spot knows that. Already, his closest friends have started to scold him (very carefully) about how he’s treating sunshine. “Y/N’s no problem,” they’ve said. “It’s just you, Spot.” But he doesn’t listen.

One day, he gets to the breaking point. After another restless night, Spot drags himself out of bed despite not getting nearly enough sleep. He’s hardly stepped out of his room before Sunshine’s smiling cheerily at him, asking, “How was your sleep, Spot?”

As if they can’t tell by the look on his face. Unable to hold himself back any longer, Spot positively growls at them, “Terrible, obviously. God, can you just quit it with that stupid attitude? It’s makin’ me crazy.”

He doesn’t wait for a response, just pushes right past them and heads downstairs. He’s a grouch all morning, purposely making sure no one is near him while he’s selling and not talking to a soul all throughout the day. He manages to pull himself together enough to sell the papes he needs, but other than that, Spot is barely functioning at all.

Even the Brooklyn newsie home base seems quiet and uneasy when he gets back. Spot sits by himself in his office, temper growing worse with every passing hour. He can’t put his finger on the issue until nightfall, when he hears a chorus of cheerful voices out in the hall and realizes that Sunshine hasn’t spoken to him all day. Not since he snapped at them.

Cursing faintly, Spot drags a tired hand across his face. He’s fucked up, hasn’t he? Thinking back on it now, he remembers the startled look in Sunshine’s eyes when he told them to stop being so fake all the time. It’s fine, he tells himself. Everyone gets their feelings stepped on in Brooklyn. Things will be back to normal this time tomorrow.

Only, it isn’t. When Spot wakes up, Sunshine isn’t there to wish him a good morning. They avoid him in the line to pick up papes, and they steer clear of him throughout the entire day. Even when he makes a point of emerging from his office to sit with the rest of the newsies, Sunshine talks to every damn person there but him. It’s enough to make anyone feel a little guilty. Even Spot Conlon.

As the days go by without a single word from Sunshine, Spot feels worse and worse. He hadn’t realized how much he needed to see their smiles and hear their laughter until he didn’t get a drop of it. It’s like he’s trapped in permanent storm clouds. Only gray clouds and cold nights for him.

God, he’s getting poetic. This is horrific. Spot knows what he has to do, and even though he dreads the idea of having to admit he was wrong, he gathers his strength and goes to find Sunshine. At first, they try to duck out of the way when they see him coming, but Spot tracks them down, pulling them into an empty room so they can talk.

“I haven’t seen you in a while,” Spot says by way of introduction.

Sunshine doesn’t meet his eyes. “Thought that’s what you wanted.”

A sharp prick of guilt stabs through his chest. “I thought that, too. Turns out I was wrong.”

Sunshine’s head snaps up, and their eyes meet his. “Really?”

“Really,” Spot confirms. “I– I like being around you, Y/N. I like hearing you talk. I’m sorry for making you feel bad about being you.”

A slow, careful smile spreads across Sunshine’s face. “You really mean that, don’t you?”

“Of course I do,” Spot says indignantly. “What, you’d think I’d go around saying things that ain’t true? What a waste of time.”

When Sunshine starts laughing, Spot feels his cheeks start to rush with warmth. “It’s not– you know what I mean, don’t you?”

“I do,” they grin. “I’m just glad to hear you want me back.”

“I do want you,” Spot breathes. “Back, I mean. I want you back. Yes.”

When Sunshine smiles knowingly at him again, Spot gets the odd feeling that he’s revealed more of himself than he really ought to, like he’s been caught showing his cards halfway through a bet. He gets the feeling he can trust Sunshine to not call him out, though. For some reason, he believes in them more than anyone. Maybe even more than himself.

The threadbare curtains on a nearby window shift slightly, allowing a thin, tenuous ray of sunlight to slip through the cracks. It slices neatly through the room, illuminating Y/N’s face in thin tendrils of gold. The sun’s back again. They’re back again, and Spot might be okay after all.

requested by @faerieroyal, i hope you enjoy!

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[waterpuddle10]

a phoenix person.

word count: 2.7k

a/n: this is my debut fic!! enjoy🙏

pairing: phoenix x fem!reader (technically gender neutral but written originally for fem!reader…because this was very self-indulgent), friends to lovers ! ft. the whole main cast of recruits being silly little fellas

summary: what was supposed to be a chill movie night with the people you care about becomes more when one specific person makes the first move. 

warnings: mentions of alcohol, cursing, painful pining, slight moment of angst, FLUFF

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After wrapping up a surprisingly early night at the Hard Deck, a mildly buzzed Coyote and Payback convinced you to join them and a couple others for a movie night back at…someone’s apartment. The plans were so haphazardly formed that details were barely solidified, especially one very important detail of a certain someone’s attendance that you really wished you would’ve known before you so recklessly agreed. 

It wasn’t that you and Phoenix weren’t close, but even the help of a drink couldn’t ease away the odd tensions between the two of you recently. You would’ve just brushed it off, if only she wasn’t on your mind so damn much. 

There were actually a number of instances in the past couple of days where eye contact lingered, or she seemed to say your name more often in conversations. You felt stupid for overthinking your every miniscule interaction, but you didn’t want to let go either. 

“Let’s watch Cars…can we watch Cars?” shouted Coyote as he and Rooster clambered into the living room. Reaching past them to hold the door open for everyone else, you tried not to lose it a little as Phoenix brushed close past you with a brisk, “Thanks B.” 

B was a nickname Phoenix coined for your callsign, which was Breeze. When everyone took notice of how disturbingly quick your normal walking speed was paired with the gentle breeze you left in your wake whenever you sped past someone, your odd habit ended up quickly inspiring the title.

“Yes, thank you B for the door, can we get a round of applause everyone.” said Hangman as he and two others passed by you. “Chivalry is not dead.” He shot you one of his signature grins, to which you fondly flipped him off as everyone laughed. You couldn’t help but let a smile grace your features either.

You glanced around the dimly lit room to see Bob sitting on the floor, scrolling through Netflix on the television. The other guys eventually piled around him, and a comfortable silence fell about the room with the occasional “Ew, no we’re not watching that.”

Not wanting to be a part of the now cuddle session taking place on the floor, you and Phoenix sat on opposite ends of the worn down side couch. Feeling the side effects of scream singing at the bar just earlier, you tried to get comfortable, stretching out your legs but being careful not to kick them out too far onto Phoenix’s side. Upon your movement, she did the same, and even with your sock-clad feet not touching, just the warmth emanating from her made your heart rate increase. Going into brain autopilot, you caught yourself imagining a scenario in which it was just you two, her arm around you and heads leaned onto each other. Existing together. 

The clamoring of voices snapped you back into reality. 

“We were doing nose-goes man…just GO you LOST!” yelled Rooster as an indignant Hangman stood up in whiny protest. Payback, Coyote, and Fanboy snickered to themselves, and even Bob had his lips pressed into a thin line, trying not to crack. 

“I just sat down. I JUST,” Hangman took a dramatic deep breath. “Okay, fine. I’ll go get your dumb snacks but you’re all not allowed to start the movie or play anything until I get back,” he said as he headed for the door. Groans of exaggerated exasperation erupted from the mass of dudes on the floor, but they let the pact slide.

You took a cautious glance over at Phoenix to see her already returning the eye contact. The glint in her eyes shimmered like sunbeams on the sea. She smiled, rolling her eyes at the antics, and you sniffed out a small laugh. 

“Just take a nap or something,” Hangman called over his shoulder as the door closed. 

They did indeed take a nap. 

Strange conversation about whether a hot dog was a sandwich eventually became droning silence as one by one, each person in the heap fell into slumber. You resisted the urge to turn and look at her, as if you didn’t already do that enough during classes. 

As much as you wanted to attempt to talk to Phoenix, the quiet became too overbearing, and you ultimately decided to just enjoy the rare moment of peace. Your train of thought, however, was halted as a horrific snore echoed throughout the room. Phoenix’s head popped up to look at you with an expression clearly reading: The fuck was that?!

You looked over at the floor, exhaling hard through your nose in a shocked laugh, and motioned for her to come closer. Phoenix scooted to toss herself next to you, body lightly bumping into yours, and peered down to see your flushed teammates all asleep, heads resting on Bob’s shoulders and lap as if he was a dad. 

“How cute,” Phoenix jokingly murmured, and all of a sudden you became acutely aware of how close she was to you. Your shoulders pressed together as she craned to see the unexpectedly angelic sleeping faces of your friends, a strand of her dark hair slipping out from her loosely tied bun. She let out another snicker before turning to look at you. The beers you had both downed earlier set a gentle rosiness in her cheeks, and her eyes twinkled in amusement.

You tore your eyes away from hers, letting out the breath you had been holding to laugh quietly. 

The blob shifted for a moment, and after about a half-second of silence, Payback unleashed the most comical snore you had ever heard. It was as if the ground literally rumbled from its power. 

Both you and Phoenix exploded in laughter, and you clapped a hand over your mouth to try to stifle the cackles. Phoenix started hitting the side of your arm as you both tried to control your volume, and just the sight of her smile made your heart entirely skip a beat. 

After you both had calmed down, you swept a hand through your hair and exhaled heavily, stomach hurting from the restrained laughter. “They look like puppies or something,” you whispered. A grin crept up on Phoenix’s face. “Good thing I’m a cat person.”

With a hum, you nodded, staring straight ahead of you. “I could see that. You seem like a cat person.” 

Phoenix scoffed in pretend hurt, giving your shoulder a shove. “What is THAT supposed to mean?!” 

You broke out in giggles. 

Why am I giggling. 

“I- I don’t know? You’re just, like…you don’t like people touching you randomly, you’re independent and…” you met her eyes for a second before instantly looking away. “...You’re strong, and…majestic?”

“Why are you describing me as if I’m a landmark?”

You start to laugh again, and you catch her heartstopping smile before looking away, blurting out a flurry of giggled apologies. 

Phoenix reaches over to good-naturedly shove you again. “Am I just a landmark to you?!” she whisper-screamed. 

“You’re NOT!” you burst out in a matched whisper-scream reply. 

Nervousness rose in your chest as you felt her eyes on you while you tried to laugh off the indescribable amount of panic you felt with her being. Right. There. 

Phoenix softly grabbed your wrist, pulling you to look at her despite your effort to shift away. 

The guys were still snoring.

“Then what am I?” 

You just stared. 

“What am I to you?” Phoenix finished. 

You drew back, the shock of what she had just said absorbing. Her expression faltered, and you felt your heart start to sink (despite it racing against all odds) as the twinkle in her eyes faded. Her eyebrows furrowed in regret. 

“Sorry. Sorry, I uh-” she started.

“No, no, it’s okay I was just…” you tried to explain. But how could you?

The only thing you could do was clear your throat.

She pulled away, and both of you sat side by side, the silence making its return.

Say something. Literally anything. Just say it. Oh my god just say it you idiot. 

Right as you opened your mouth, the door burst open. Hangman re-entered, bearing multiple plastic grocery bags. “I got the snack- What in the hell.” You turned and traced his stare to the pile of sleeping men on the floor. 

Phoenix turned to him with a quick laugh. “You said take a nap. We didn’t wanna wake ‘em up.” 

There were still traces of some unidentifiable emotion muddled within her expression. She definitely seemed more tense than before. 

Fuck. Fuckfuckfuck. 

Hangman snorted. “Well someone’s gotta. WAKE UP MANBABIES,” he shouted, reaching into the bag and pelting the cuddle buddies with a can of Pringles. As the blob began to emit grunts of consciousness, you found interest in staring at the beige carpet as you tried to gather your thoughts. You sensed the couch raise, and you glanced up to see Phoenix walk away. Her figure slowly disappeared as she presumably crouched to sit on the kitchen floor, head vanishing behind the island. 

A different hand placed itself to rest on your left shoulder, and you acknowledged Bob with a quiet “hey” as he took a seat next to you, rubbing his eyes through his grandpa glasses. Or at least that’s what you and Phoenix liked to call them, anyway. 

“Are you okay? Sorry we all passed out. You look like you’re in a daze.”

You gave the concerned man an appreciative smile. “I look dazed? You literally just woke up from a snuggle nap…and a pretty long one at that.”

He dropped his head with a kind laugh before turning to seriously look at you. “Okay, answer the question.”

Your eyes settled back on the ground, but a soft poke on the arm convinced you to look back at him. “I don’t know what’s going on but you’re probably one of the few people who still won’t get this through your head. Took me a while too, but don’t think, just do. Remember? That whole mission-” Bob began.

You let out a puff of air in a half-cringing, half-grateful laugh. “Okay, Maverick. I’m going. I am doing. Watch.” Bob gave you a proud singular pat on the back.

As you got up to head towards the kitchen, Rooster suddenly rounded the corner, making you jump a little. 

“Hey. You goin’ somewhere?” he asked.

“Are you?”

“I was going pee.”

Oh right, this was his house. 

You paused in your step. “I was just going to...get…beer?” 

Your eyes flickering off to the side to glance at Phoenix must’ve given you away. Rooster quirked an eyebrow, and turned as subtly (and yet still very unsubtly) as he could. His brown eyes shimmered with understanding, silently mouthing, “ohhh.” 

He somehow always got it with you, and although you disliked how easily he could read you sometimes, you appreciated him being there. He offered you a fist and a quiet “You get those beers,” to which you scoffed and moved past him, returning the fist bump with a hint of a smile. 

Somehow, the comforts your friends gave you made facing the situation at hand feel much more difficult, now that you were here.

You stiffly approached Phoenix’s right. She held an empty can, toying with the tab. To your surprise, she silently moved to the left as you crouched down to sit next to her, both of you now snugly hidden behind the kitchen island. The playful bickering coming from the other room started sounding muted as your world seemed to shrink.

You took a deep breath, but Phoenix beat you to the first move. 

“You’re fine.”

Your eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. Phoenix tossed the can away with a clatter, now staring at her hands. 

“I know you think that was your fault or something, but it’s not. I was…I just lost my filter.”

She looked up, eyes intense but mesmerizing all the same. It seemed she underestimated the proximity between you as her gazed flitted downward to your lips for a split second. She swallowed.

“I was being weird. I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable.”

She started to get up, but the nervousness subsided enough for you to grab her hand. 

It was warm. She didn’t pull away, even as you stood to match her. 

“No, I’m sorry,” you said, fighting for your life to keep your voice steady. You paused to look over your shoulder at the rest of your friends. 

Still holding onto her hand, you dragged Phoenix along to the short hallway that led to the bathroom. It was dark, but the warm orange light from around the edge of the wall cast a sunset-like glow on her features. Her dark eyes searched yours, and you felt like you were going to freeze up again just from the way she looked at you.

“Okay. It’s just. Hm. I should’ve planned this. Uh…” you said, voice growing smaller by the second. Phoenix’s grip on your hand tightened slightly, the action barely noticeable had your senses not gone into overdrive with her presence.

“...I just wasn’t sure? Well, I’m definitely sure that I feel, that I have a crush, of sorts, on you. But. The thing I wasn’t sure about was you.”

Her gaze was unwavering.

“From the first time we all met,” you continued, “You were so clear about your personal boundaries and rules, and I really respected and admired you, first of all because you’re an amazingly talented pilot, but over time…I realized it was because of something else.”

You decided you would let your words take their own course.

“Recently…it’s felt different, I guess. Not that I don’t still respect you, because of course I do, but it’s just the way you look at me, and I don’t even think you’re meaning to, but it just makes me feel like I am going to genuinely shrivel up. And I just keep…wanting you to. To look at me. You’re always on my mind, and frankly it’s becoming a problem.”

You exhaled.

“And to answer your question from before, you’re definitely..way. way more than a landmark to me.”

You couldn’t read her expression, and couldn’t tell if it was because your brain had gone completely foggy or because…no that was probably it.

Phoenix finally spoke.

“So you aren’t dense.”

“Huh?”

She broke out laughing, head tipping down and hitting your chest gently before lifting her eyes. Phoenix was taller than you just by a little, but her slight downward gaze and the way your breath caught in your throat sent a wave of tingling warmth across your face. 

“And here I was, thinking you didn’t get any of it,” Phoenix breathed out.

You didn’t even notice that you too, had been holding your breath again until a laugh burst out of you. Your eyes lingered on your still-linked hands. “I’m still kinda not believing it, to be completely honest.” 

She blinked in slow disbelief at you, rolling her eyes and letting go of your hand to softly hold the sides of your face, leaning in to close the distance between you. Heart beating out of your chest, you let your eyes start to shut.

“Is this okay?” Phoenix whispered.

You nodded, and her lips met yours. Your hands reached to grasp the hem of her shirt, and it felt as if a million multicolored butterflies were just released from your chest. You stepped forward slightly, Phoenix’s back faintly hitting the wall. You felt her start smiling as she pulled back to teasingly whisper “..You believin’ it now?” before you leaned back in again, shaking your head with a smile of your own. 

When you both finally let go, every fiber of your being felt as if the most golden, warm, beach sunlight had been shining on it. 

Phoenix’s hands slid down from your face and onto your arms, thumbs softly caressing them in a way you never thought you would enjoy from anyone ever. 

“For the record, I do like people touching me.” she deadpanned.

You somehow mustered the balls to hold eye contact with her, but tilted your head in a moment of bewilderment.

“...People being you only.”

With an incredulous scoff, you shoved her away, both of you quietly bursting into laughter once again. “You are so corny,” you whisper to her, poking her shoulder.

“Yeah and you have a crush on me, so,” Phoenix retorted, a smile growing on her face.

“Stop, that is so embarrassing to say. Get away from me.” you said, laughing into the end of the sentence.

Even as you both emerged from the hallway with badly hidden grins and sat back on the couch, the chaos of what you quickly identified as Wii Sports managed to keep everyone’s eyes away from you. Watching Payback, Rooster, Hangman, Fanboy, and Coyote erupt in whoops and cheers as Bob hit a strike in the animated bowling alley, you couldn’t keep holding back your smile. Nothing felt better than right now. 

“Hey,” Phoenix said, leaning in so you could hear her over the absolute racket. 

“Yeah?”

Phoenix’s face was less than a couple inches away. “If I’m a cat person, then what are you?”

You bit your lip and looked up at the ceiling, in a mock state of deep thought.

“Hm. I guess I would consider myself a Phoenix person.”

#top gun x reader #top gun phoenix x reader #phoenix x reader #natasha trace #natasha phoenix trace #phoenix trace #phoenix brainrot tbh #wlw #wlw x reader

[web-spinning]

Hey I’m new but LOVE your work!!! I saw your idea on the tf2 crew reactions to a gender neutral!New young crew member and was wondering if you could write on how the crew would react if you were hurt badly?? No worries if you don’t write on it man it’s all good!!

Mercenaries reacting to the reader being hurt badly, and helping them.

Tw. wounds mentions, blood mentions.

Scout 

- tries not to panic, ends up panicking a lot, 

- he tries to find help, in any way available, 

- you wouldn't say this about a paid killer, but outside of battlefield he's pretty much non immune to gore, 

- it's a blessing if you get out of it without him getting hurt as well, 

Soldier 

- bleeding? worry not, 

- he will rip apart his own uniform to stop the blood lose, 

- he's accustomed to pain ( he had been functioning normally without a hand and teeth ), which means when there are no more blood podles everywhere, fighting can continue, 

- at least for him, 

Pyro 

- turns into a human carrier,

- puts the poor fella on their back and carries them out of the battlefield, 

- he tries to treat what he can, 

- probably ends up calling for Medic anyway, to be sure everything is okay, 

Demoman

- gets you out of sight immediately, 

- doesn't know what to, nervously drinks a sip of scrumpy ( he normally doesn't do that during battles ), 

- ends up calling Medic, 

Heavy 

- much somehow like Pyro, 

- takes you out of the battlefield carefully, 

- then analyzes every single wound, bruise and scratch, 

- makes sure nothing goes untreated, 

- if there's a blood leak, he also uses his clothes to stabilize it, 

- won't let you go on missions for at least two weeks after that, 

Engineer 

- drags the hurt towards the most nearby dispenser, 

- get some med kits from there, and proceeds to take care of the wounds, 

- doesn't say anything, but on the next missions he, for some unknown reason, always puts dispenser where he knows you will be, 

Medic 

- normal Tuesday, 

- does doctor stuff, 

- it's extremely painful, he's a bit insensitive, 

- please stop pressing your entire hand on the poor thing's scars, Ludwig, 

Sniper 

- he stays in his nest most of the time, it must an occasion for him to leave it, 

- but if he sees one of his colleagues hurt, and all alone that is, he can make an exception, 

- probably tries to get them from the combat zone, maybe fails a bit, 

- he is no condition build to carry people around, best he can do is drag you by the hands, 

- tries his best to get over the wounds, but let's be honest, he only knows how to treat some scars and bruises from hitting himself on the van door, 

- even though the wounds will be neutralized, you should really see Medic later, 

Spy

- known as the sneak master, he somehow finds himself in the middle of the situation,

- using that said sneakiness, he gets you to a safe place,

- being all alone most of the time, trying to get through the enemy lines, he mostly depends on himself,

- he knows how to take care of someone who's hurt,

- while doing so, he keeps completely silent, until only a small sentence leaves his mouth,

- you can't tell what he said, but for some reason you know he will help if that ever happens again. 

#tf2 #team fortress 2 #tf2 x reader #tf2 headcanons #tf2 fanfiction #tf2 scout x reader #tf2 soldier x reader #tf2 pyro x reader #tf2 demoman x readerr #tf2 heavy x reader #tf2 engineer x reader #tf2 medic x reader #tf2 sniper x reader #tf2 spy x reader

[i-bite-vocaloids-official]

//Hey fellas (gender neutral) it is perfectly normal to not want people online to find out what you look like, not because you're shy but because your appearance is not how you want them to perceive you, and in fact the idea of people online perceiving you by your actual appearance makes you uncomfortable to the point of feeling ill?

//this is normal right?

//this is why most people don't post their appearance online, right?

//RIGHT???

#//I am. starting to think this might not. be a universal experience #//hmm

[wisemins]

fellas. i got bell bottoms the other day and im sooooo SOOO in love with them!!!

to be frank in my wording, i'm a big bitch (almost 5'9), and i have a lot of curves, my hips max out at the biggest part of me so I've been looking for a pair of flared pants that make me feel a bit more confident in that bodily trait! and I've succeeded! It's already hard to find good plus size clothing, let alone for mid-sized girlies and tall girlies who also want it to be form fitting- but I've never felt more like myself in terms of clothes, it's crazy! I'm slowly achieving my dream of looking like i walked out of the 70's/80's!! They fit like a glove!

I've been wearing hand me downs of hand me downs for so long and my gf's mom was kind enough to take me on a shopping spree for new clothes since I don't have anything that fits anymore. I'm very grateful and I'm feeling so much more confident, even if it is just dressing the way that i'd like. It sparks joy!!!

and yknow what, i think i outta say that i look great in these pants! And i think my f/os would dig them too, they're groovy and fun!

below is a bit of tmi but i literally don't care, bust/bra size should be normal to talk about. also some body dysmorphia but nothing negative. just observation.

so after battling my inner monologue that my bust wasn't *that* big, despite my girlfriend trying to TELL me that my bust was well-- how did she put it? "YOUR TITS ARE HUGEEEE" thank you for fighting my body dysmorphia, @shinyeeveelynn. I literally in the mirror would see my boobs and be like. they're not that big. i'm overreacting. i just want huge circus tits for no reason. you don't need to size up.

girl. (gender neutral)

i'm a 42 triple d.

I had a sort of "oh shit" moment looking in the mirror in the dressing room, like it all just CONNECTED and the body dysmorphia was set aside for once. It felt good to not see something distorted for once, also to have a bra that actually fit!

anyway, now i know why none of my shirts and bras don't fit anymore. Having properly fitting bras has been life changing already! But also whoever invented the shitty sizing system and having bra math exist, lichrally eat my foot it was so hard finding a size.

idc if tumblr knows my booby size, they already know i love fictional people and kiss fictional war criminals. I just wanna document my huge strides in body neutrality and positivity!

#starshine rambles #tw body dysmorphia #just in case #nothin negative just yappin

[yyutsuu]

Information + Masterlist

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I had some trouble with the gmail I previously used, on my previous account, I have successfully figured it out and will continue to post on this account

(Please someone help me how do you work tumblr 😭😭)

Note that there most likely will be some sort of spoiler if you are not up to date with the series

I absolutely adore sherliam and William, so if I currently do not have any requests, expect sherliam or William posts.

(No exceptionally fancy layout because I am not able to figure how Tumblr works 💀💀)

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Under normal circumstances, I will post once a week, though the amount of days may be shortened or extended by little amounts. That is depending on what I need to get finished during the week, since I usually try to fulfill requests.

I am currently taking requests.

Note that I will not write all requests, depending on the character and scenario (I may ignore a request if I know absolutely nothing about the topic or have not a clue on how to write it), processing time for any request may take up to weeks.

What I will write:

Fluff

Angst

Lime

-Extremely thin chance I will write actual NSFW, maybe a few head cannons-

Character x reader insert

Character x character

Romantic relationship

Platonic relationship

Mostly gender neutral reader

If not requested and involves body parts will mostly be gender neutral

If no detail on gender and involves some type of body part I will go with male

(Will update if I realize I have forgotten anything)

What I will not write:

As said before most likely no NSFW except head cannons

Lime of underage characters (obvious no NSFW)

Usual boundaries (I do not feel like listing them all 💀)

(Will update if I realize I have forgotten anything)

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Masterlist (characters I will write for):

Sherliam:

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William James Moriarty:

Sherlock Holmes:

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Albert James Moriarty:

Louis James Moriarty:

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Henry Antrim:

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Fred Porlock:

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Sebastian Moran:

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James Bond/Irene Adler:

Von Herder:

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Mycroft Holmes:

(If a character who is not present on the list is requested I will most likely accept it and add them)

(Will update if I realize I have forgotten anything)

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There is barely any mtp content on Tumblr ughh

I love those silly little fellas so much it’s painful

(English is not my first language and it also is not my last, so forgive me for any grammar mistakes)

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-yyutsuu on Tumblr and Wattpad-

!! Please refrain from reposting my work without permission !!

#yuukoku no moriarty #yukoku no moriarty #moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot #william james moriarty #albert james moriarty #william moriarty x reader #yuumori #yuukoku no moriarty x reader #moriarty the patriot x reader #louis moriarty #albert moriarty #mtp james bond #mtp x reader #mtp sherlock #mtp william #ynm #mtp x you #mtp albert #sherlock reader insert #reader insert #masterlist #billy the kid #moriarty imagine #louis james moriarty #sherliam #sherlock holmes #sherlock holmes x reader #sherlock holmes x you #professor moriarty

[melody-everbelle]

If I Let You Go (Pee-wee Herman x Reader)

Title: If I Let You Go

Pairing: Pee-wee Herman x gender neutral!reader

Word count: 1,496

Warning(s): Y/N is harassed by Francis, denial of feelings, angst/hurt, and fluff

Summary: When Pee-wee confesses his feelings for you, you struggle to reciprocate them.

Author's Note: Yeah, funny story... I've been interested in Pee-wee-related stuff ever since Paul Reubens (Pee-wee's actor) died, so this fanfic is dedicated to him. This fanfic was also inspired by the song "If I Let You Go" by Westlife (Fun fact: Pee-wee's Big Adventure and said song were both released on the same day, only 14 years apart.)

And yes, this fic takes place in the film, so expect some similarities there.

***

But if I let you go, I will never know What my life would be holding you close to me Will I ever see you smiling back at me? (Oh yeah) how will I know if I let you go?

If I Let You Go by Westlife

***

You remembered the first time you had feelings for Pee-wee.

It all started sometime after you moved into his neighborhood. You were taking a walk around it, trying to get to know the place better. As you continued your tour, you were confronted by a big man by the name of Francis Buxton.

"Hey there, pretty girl/boy/fella," he grinned as he repeatedly raised his eyebrows in a suggestive manner.

"Um, thanks?" You replied, albeit uncomfortable with Francis' "compliment." You slowly backed away from him as he moved closer to you.

"Aww, what's wrong, sweetie?" Francis pouted. "Y'know I'm a very charming, handsome guy. Even my dad would agree to pay a million bucks for our future wedding..."

"Yeah, about that," you stuttered, trying to hide your disgust from him, "I don't think I'm ready for it. Besides, I don't even know you that mu..."

"Don't you dare try to run away from me!" Francis threatened, much to your shock. "I'm a good guy, always has been, and always will be for the rest of my life, whether you like it or not."

At this point, you were panicking from Francis' harassment, which continued until a familiar voice spoke, "Leave her/him/them alone, Francis."

Francis stopped to turn to who it was that told him off. Much to his surprise, and to your relief, it was no one other than Pee-wee Herman.

"What did you just say?" Francis muttered, seemingly ticked that Pee-wee had "interrupted" him.

"I'm telling you to leave her/him/them alone!" Pee-wee answered in his slightly falsetto voice.

You stood frozen, watching the confrontation. Normally, you saw Pee-wee as this fun-loving, childish, adorkable guy, but you never saw him be serious until now. 

Eventually, Francis growled, "Alright, fine. But don't you think the next time's gonna be easy, Y/N will never be yours, Pee-wee Herman!"

Wait a minute, you thought. I'll never be Pee-wee's? Thoughts and questions like that raced in your mind as Francis marched out of the scene, all while hearing him mutter some things you couldn't understand. Once he was gone, you deeply exhaled at ease.

"You okay, Y/N?" Pee-wee asked while taking your hand into his.

"Yeah, I'm fine," you replied while feeling a wave of goosebumps from Pee-wee's touch. You even felt a slight flutter in your chest as your fingers intertwined with his.

"I'm sorry about Francis," Pee-wee confessed. "He thinks that just because he's rich, he can get away with what he wants."

"I know," you nodded, about to face the concrete until Pee-wee's fingers lift your chin up to where your eyes met his.

"No matter what he says, Y/N, I'll always like you," he cooed, tinges of pink colored across his cheeks as he spoke, "even if you don't feel the same way about me."

"I... I don't know what to say," you smiled, trying to fight back tears over Pee-wee admitting his feelings for you. "But thanks."

"Anytime," he winked before the both of you shared a nuzzle.

***

Later that night, you were alone in your bed, thinking about the incident involving Pee-wee and Francis, what the latter had said about you and him, and Pee-wee confessing his love for you. But could any of this be true? You thought. If so, then why can't this feeling just fade away? As you were lying alone in your thoughts, you remembered how much you and Pee-wee had in common. You were both childish, you both had a favorite object (Pee-wee's being his bicycle, while yours being your favorite toy/plushie), except you were more mature and down-to-earth than him. As you got the chance to know Pee-wee more, you realized you felt validated knowing you weren't the only whimsical grownup around here.

Pee-wee was just perfect.

You were determined to reciprocate your feelings back to him in person, if only it were that easy.

***

For the next several days, you spent countless hours practicing your confession to Pee-wee, though most of the time, you just felt rather awkward about it until the last few times. When the time came, you were ready.

The day Pee-wee took his bike to the mall to get a couple of things, you secretly followed him there. Eventually, you stopped at Chuck's Bike-O-Rama, where you caught him talking to his friend, Dottie, from out the window. Without any words spoken, you slightly opened one of the store's doors to eavesdrop what Pee-wee had to say.

"You don't want to get mixed up with a guy like me," you heard him murmur. "I'm a loner, Dottie. A rebel."

In shock, you let go of the door, covering your mouth with your hands. You immediately walked back home, knowing very well that you weren't ready. You weren't mad at Pee-wee, of course, but the fact that you secretly heard him tell Dottie those things gave you a knot in the pit of your stomach, you seriously hoped he didn't mean anything too bad. You remained in your home until later that night, when you and many other people were called into Pee-wee's basement, where he explained about his stolen bicycle. When everyone left, you offered to help Pee-wee find his bike in hopes of spending time with him more, but he pushed you away, much to your pain. As he ran off, you wept in silence, remembering how much he liked you, even if you didn't reciprocate your feelings for him right away.

Throughout the next few days Pee-wee was off on an adventure, you met up with Dottie as she was taking care of Pee-wee's pet dog, Speck, when you asked, "Are you Pee-wee's friend?"

"Of course, I am," Dottie answered. "What's up?"

"There's something I've been wanting to tell you," you said, "but you promise me you won't tell anyone."

"I promise," she listened.

"So you see," you revealed, "I have a crush on Pee-wee."

"Wait, really?" Dottie's eyes widened in shock.

"Yeah," you admitted. "I know it's complicated, but hear me out. Ever since he confessed his feelings for me after saving me from Francis the other day, I've been wanting to tell him about it, but I... I just can't." You sighed, not expecting Dottie to give you any advice, but she did, to your surprise.

"You know, if I were you," she said, "I'd tell him how I feel as soon as possible."

"Are you sure?"

Dottie nodded, "As long as you have the confidence, of course."

"Also, Dottie," you asked, "what did Pee-wee mean when he told you he was a 'loner' and 'rebel?'"

"I'll tell you what, I've no idea, either," she admitted. "But my guess is that he probably likes someone else..."

You stood in silence, expecting Dottie to finish her sentence.

"... and that someone else," she finished, "is you."

You gasped and blushed. After hearing Dottie's words of encouragement, you practiced once again, in hopes of seeing Pee-wee again so you could actually tell him your feelings. Soon, the night of the premiere of his film inspired by his story arrived, and you were dressed as fancy as possible. After watching Pee-wee bring out snacks to the people he met along the way, he stopped at you and Dottie, where he scattered candy up in the air, with you laughing and trying to collect it as much as possible.

"Hey, Pee-wee, can we talk?" You asked.

"What is it, Y/N?" He listened.

"Remember the other day, when you said you liked me?" You confessed. "Well, it turns out I like you, too," your cheeks glowed a slight red as you spoke.

"Aw, Y/N," Pee-wee smiled as he heard this. "I already knew you liked me back."

"For real?"

"Yep," Pee-wee nodded.

You leaned your face closer to his, about to result in a kiss when Francis interrupted, "Well, well, well, look at you two."

"Francis, what are you doing?" You gritted through your teeth.

"Oh, don't mind me, I was just telling them about how Pee-wee and I became friends. And also," Francis was about to sit on Pee-wee's bike when the seat shot him up in the air, much to the laughter of you and Dottie, and to the shock of the reporters and photographers. Serves him right, you thought.

"Looks like Francis was wrong when he said I'll never be yours," you chuckled before kissing Pee-wee on the lips, with you hearing Dottie cheerfully whispering "Yes!" as she eagerly jumped up and down while the cameras flashed. You both pulled away from each other, blushing over the fact that you did this in front of the photographers.

"And by the way, congrats on your film," you praised. "You did a really great job."

Eventually, you, Pee-wee, and Dottie rode all the way back home via bicycles, and you were more than happy to know that you and Pee-wee reciprocated your feelings for each other, thus making the both of you a couple.

#pee wee herman #pee wee's big adventure #pee wee herman x reader #pee wee herman x y/n #pee wee herman x you #pee wee herman imagines #x reader fanfiction #westlife #if i let you go

[noodles-07]

Fellas is it normal for certain noises to physically hurt you or is that a symptom

#Fellas (gender neutral) #my parents say it’s normal but that? does not sound right?

[kailoweenie]

"Let's go home"

A Joon-yeong X gender neutral!reader fic

A/N: not proof read btw!! Also my main hobby isn't writing so if it sucks I'm sorry. Feedback is appreciated tho. Also the names might not be the most correct spelling, but that's because I've see some people spell their names differently

Warning: contains spoilers and obviously mentions of death blood and zombies.

Genre: sweet angst babey

Summary: you're one of the zombie-human hybrid that lives among the group, because of that you often expect yourself to be able to save everyone, that is until the zombies become too much to handle and your lover Joon young gets bitten

You leaned on the wall as you watch Joon-yeong and the senior start debating on what's the better choice. "What about them, what do they think?" Mi-jin said pointing at me "Y/N, what do you think? Option 1 or option 2?" Joon-yeong asked, looking at his eyes I could tell he wanted me to root for him "listen, all I know is that whatever option we choose I'll be outside making sure the zombies don't get too close, so...it doesn't really matter what I choose" I shrugged.

Seeing how Joon-yeong and Mi-jin couldn't come to an agreement, we decided to have a vote instead. As the others finished voting, option 1 was chosen as we immediately started to build our wall of defense so we could do a final push for the exit.

"will you really be okay alone out there?" On-jo asked worriedly "of course I will, you guys better take care of yourself too however, there's a lot of those fellas out there" I said smiling as to not make others worry. "Y/N is strong, I trust them, plus if anything goes wrong I'll take responsibility for it" Joon-young said as they all finished preparing the wall

As the others are pushing inside the barrier, you hurriedly grab the zombies by their shirt and dragging them away from the group. But even then it started to become tiring as more of them kept climbing the barrier. You started yelling to try and attract the zombies but even then they still focused on the others.

You were helping the other side when Mi-jin suddenly got caught by the zombie, it felt like time slowed down as you approach Mi-jin, seeing Joon-yeong getting his hand bitten while trying to fend it off long enough until you came and helped.

You could barely keep up with what's happening, tired from using all your strength dragging the zombies away as Joon-yeong goes over the barrier to help you with clearing the rest of them.

"LETS GO HOME" Joon-yeong yelled as he helped pushed the barrier alongside you, the others watched and cried as they realized what's happening and they started to push harder towards the exit.

"GO, I'LL CATCH UP WITH YOU GUYS" you yell at the others as they slowly make their way outside.

Kicking away all the zombies, you kneel down on the floor to look at Joon young who's crying from the bite wounds "no no no no, please you can't die now, you were so close please don't" you cried holding him closer "please" you kept repeating despite knowing there was nothing you can do to save him "Y/N look at me, take care of yourself and the others for me alright?" He choked out finding it incredibly harder to form words "please go find safety, go find a place you can call home" he sobbed

"I wish we could've done more while we're together Joon-yeong" you hugged him harder as you feel him starting to twitch uncontrollably "thank you Y/N..." He mumbled as he started to turn. But you didn't care, all you wished for was for everything to go back to normal. Back to when you both would stay up all night studying in your bed cracking jokes along the way, back to when he would try to impress you with his knowledge, back to when he was still alive.

You slowly let go of him and got up, as an already turned Joon-yeong sniffs the air before walking around aimlessly. Walking towards the exit you look back just one last time, before you finally went out.

You don't understand why, why the virus decided to make you a hybrid but killed him. It's just so unfair. But that doesn't matter, all you know now is that you'll work harder to protect the others and to finally go home like he would've wanted

#all of us are dead X reader #aouad #aouad x reader #all of us are dead #all of us are dead fanfic #oh joon young x reader #joon young x reader #joonyoung x reader #oh joon yeong x reader #joon yeong x reader

[talesofsonicasura]

Saiyuki Sun Wukong with a Game Designer s/o

I began watching Saiyuki Journey West playthrough and I got hooked to the characters mainly it's iteration of Sun Wukong. Now this headcanon that doesn't have any crossover elements. Why? Well... I want to try an experiment with alternative paths like Nevada's Oasis.

You are also a normal human with the only thing special being you got medical knowledge and you own a shotgun. This is a slow burn. This can be read as gender neutral or preferred gender.

Only this type of bullshit would happen to you. You were a simple game designer who made small Indie or fan games from time to time. It wasn't nothing special but it paid the bills and at least enjoyable.

Now you live in a fairly big house with some distance from the neighborhood so no one saw the most ludicrous thing in your yard.

A giant red ape at least three times your size adorned with gold jewelry in his(?) hair, wrists, and ankles. Big fella was out like a light and covered with nasty wounds.

Sure you patched up any hurt stray animal that would wander in your yard but nothing this BIG. Yet the animal lover in your heart told ya to help the poor fella.

So you gathered all the ointment and bandages in the house then began treating the injured giant ape. It looked like he been through hell from the large gashes and were those electrical burns?!

At least halfway through tending his injuries did you meet the fiery amber eyes of the beast than just the naturally sharp tusks that protrude from the lower jaw. Or that the ape could talk.

"Where am I? A mortal?" From the masculinity in the deep husky, rugged and growlish voice, this ape being male had been confirmed.

You told the big guy who you were but his name had thrown your world upside down. Motherfucking Sun Wukong is in your backyard. The Monkey King and Great Sage Equal To Heaven from China's most influential story.

One, he's depicted as a four ft tall stone monkey not an ape big enough to be a prototype King Kong. Two, he's supposed to be on Mount Huagao. And three, he's fucking real. You dealt with weird shit but not horse piss like this.

Oh and apparently he can shrink into a human size man... wait...nope, the Monkey King just poofed back into ginger Donkey Kong. Injured AND magic on the fritz. Guess he can't take a human form for who knows how long.

Looks like you were going to house a 15 ft Great Ape. Thankfully your garage was big enough for Sun Wukong to sleep in. The big tree in your backyard being sturdy and the foliage thick enough for the Monkey King to hang in without getting seen. And your doorways were wider than the normal.

Why you say that? Cause this monkey likes to wander throughout your house. One second you are programming and the next he's looking over your shoulder.

Pretty reasonable since he's from 14th century China and the current year is 2022. So the questions about things like the tv, your work and such were answered with the best of your ability.

Until his magic is properly working again, you had to do certain things Sun Wukong couldn't as his hands and fingers were too big. Been awhile since you read aloud to someone.

The Monkey King did try to make himself useful around the house since he didn't want to be a freeloader. Moving heavy objects about, help forage extra food(you didn't have enough money to buy a ton of groceries), and teach you martial arts.

Was your life ever going to return to normal? Probably never. But as you watched a movie with Sun Wukong's large frame curled around ya, the strangeness isn't something you would ever take for granted.

And that's it. The Were concept of Saiyuki Journey West is really interesting. Sun Wukong's true form in this iteration being a giant monkey called the Great Ape. An incredible twist on the character in both design and portrayal.

I'm still a bit rusty for not writing so long but I hope this came out good. Until next time folks, I'll see you soon. Here's Saiyuki Sun Wukong, human form and true form.

#tales of sonicasura #sonicasura #sun wukong #sun wukong x y/n #sun wukong x reader #saiyuki journey west #saiyuki: journey west #journey to the west imagines #journey to the west #jttw #saiyuki sun wukong #self insert #game designer reader

[deansmalewife]

Levi x Drunk!Reader

(Reader is Gender Neutral)

The mission had been a success. More people came back than they usually did and even less were injured. That was why all the squad leaders decided to celebrate.

The lights were dim at the bar, leaving a romantic atmosphere that shouldn’t be there. It was late, meaning there were less people than normal. Having less people meant more room for you to fool around. The alcohol was served and shots were thrown back, everyone chatting up the person next to them. You sat in between Hange and Miche while Levi and Erwin sat in front of you.

You were a light drinker and for good reason, but tonight you didn’t care. Tonight you were gonna let loose. You stood up and snatched the bottle of alcohol that sat in the middle of the table and took a swig, stumbling around the many chairs to stand in the middle of the room.

“Listen up!” You held the bottle up as those who were still there, turned their heads and looked at you. Your table also turned their heads to stare at you, and you swore you heard Miche call you a dumbass, but you push through.

“My friends and I are alive today and I think that’s a damn good cause to celebrate! So drinks are on me till I pass out!” Cheers erupted throughout the bar as you stumbled your way back to your table. Instead of sitting down in a chair like a sober person, you decide to have a seat on the table in the middle of Hange and Erwin.

“What a good night to be alive!” You threw your head back and laughed, before placing down the bottle.

“You bang on my door but you won’t let me in!” You began to sing, swinging your legs back and forth as you leaned back on your arms.

“Dear lord...” Erwin muttered, hiding his face in his overly large hands.

The room began to blur for you and you realized then that you were drunk off your ass. Despite that, you continued to sing. “‘Cause you’re sick and tired of me reeking of gin.”

You could hear others in the bar start to hum along, so you started to sing a bit louder. “Locked all the doors from the front to the back,” You could remember staying in the bar with your father and hearing this song constantly. It seemed to be a favorite at the time. “And left me a note telling me I should pack!”

At this point, even Hange and Miche decided to join in, but Miche was considerably more quiet than Hange was. “I walk in the bar and the fella’s all cheer, they order me up a whiskey and beer.”

You were now standing on top of the table, swaying on your feet as you threw your fist in the air, “You ask me why I’m writing this poem. Some call it a tavern but I call it home!”

More cheering, but you couldn’t really hear much of anything anymore. You registered someone pulling you off the table and dragging you all the way to the exit.

“God, you really do reek.” Levi’s voice registered in your mind as the two of you began stumbling down the street together. Drunk and curious as to what his reaction would be, you leaned in closer to his ear.

“Fuck you, I’m drunk.” You sang in a matter-of-fact tone, letting out a startled laugh as his head snapped towards yours, his eyes glaring at you.

“What the fuck did you say to me?” He question, the tone he used when scolding his cadets seeping through. You smiled and leaned your head on his, unknowingly putting all of your weight on him.

“Levi’s so beautiful when he’s angry~” You mumbled into his ear, inhaling his scent. You didn’t know what soap he used but god did he smell good.

Levi seemed to stumble over his words, if only slightly, before rolling his eyes, “you’re fucking heavy. How much do you eat?” The words were supposed to be insulting but you couldn’t help the string of giggles that escaped your lips.

Eventually, the two of you made it to his room, not wanting to wake up your squad by going into yours. Levi let out a long list of curses as the two of you stumbled in the dark, tripping over each others feet. You made it to the bed and he simply shoved you onto it without a care.

“I knew this was a bad idea.” He sighed and dragged a hand down his face. He then pulled your shoes off, scrunching up his nose at the smell, but keeping his thoughts to himself.

“Is Levi not drunk?” You asked, lifting your head up to stare at his blurry figure before letting your head fall back down into the sheets.

“No, I’m not drunk. Unlike you, I handle myself responsibly.” You could practically hear the glare in his voice. You smiled fondly, push yourself up fully onto the bed and snuggling into the sheets.

“Levi is always the responsible one. Levi is the reason we come home.” You nodded your head as if what you said was a known fact. Which, in all honesty, most people thought so anyway. You could hear him shuffle behind you, shoes hitting the ground before the sheets moved back and he crawled in.

“No.” His voice sounded more heavy than earlier, possibly tired. “We work as a team. That’s the reason most came home.” It didn’t slip your notice how he said ‘most’ instead of ‘all’, but he was right. You rolled over to get a better view of him, but frowned when all you could see was his back.

The moon filtered in through the window on the far side of the room. You could see his desk littered with all the papers and pens. You could hear his breathing, and despite being drunk off your ass, you could tell he was still awake. Slowly, you crawled under the sheets and pressed up against Levi’s back. Your arms snaked around his waist and held him in place.

“Levi.” You whispered even though the two of you were alone. You felt somewhat vulnerable at the moment, and didn’t want anyone but him to hear you. You shivered, but you didn’t know whether it was because you were cold, or something else entirely. You buried your head into his neck, his hair tickling your nose.

He didn’t respond and you didn’t need him to. Something about being near him, knowing he was alive and breathing was enough for you. “Dont...” You began, but stopped to let out a shaky breath. “Don’t die, alright?”

“Stupid brat.” He rolled over and pulled your head into his chest, wrapping his arms around you. “Do you know who you’re talking to? If anything I should be saying that to you.” He smirked, and somehow you could hear it in his voice as he spoke. You smiled and shuffled closer, wrapping both of your arms around his midsection.

“Yeah, sure.” You mumbled into his shirt, a smile on your face. “I’ll remember that the next time I go out.” Your eyes closed and you drifted to sleep to the sound of Levi’s heart beat.

I don’t know what’s up with me and throwing a little angst into everything, but have this :)

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[gaylorlyrics]

I got a DM asking for a list of all the Karlie songs, so I made a playlist! tbh I think that almost every song Taylor has written in the past 7 years has to do with karlie in some way, but these are the ones that are most obvious imo.

I didn’t include some of the ones that I think are about breaking up because I didn’t want it to be a sad playlist. I also ordered everything chronologically and based on track number. 

1. Welcome to New York - “you can want who you want”, “boys and boys and girls and girls”, Karlie quote: “[Taylor] almost moved to London and I said, 'Nope, not happening.' She now lives in New York.”

2. Shake It Off - this one is slightly a stretch but there is a very compelling argument that karlie is the “fella over there with the hella good hair” and the ballet dancing in the mv seems significant given that karlie was a ballerina.

3. You Are In Love - “you’re my best friend”, “on the way home” aka the caption to this pic of Taylor and karlie, “dancing in a snow globe” aka VSFS 2013 when kaylor literally danced in a snow globe

4. New Romantics - a semi-platonic karlie song as it’s more generally about the squad, but a karlie song nonetheless, “The rumors are terrible and cruel/But honey, most of them are true”, “The best people in life are free”

5. End Game - “you and me we got big reputations” (def not Joe lol), “you and me would be a big conversation”, “your body is gold” aka a color theme that Taylor uses for karlie

6. Don’t Blame Me - “I once was poison ivy, but now I'm your daisy” aka karlie tagging tay as a daisy in a post, “guys, just to play things for me to use”, general themes of secret love that would ruin you

7. Delicate - “west side”, secret love themes again, being two gay A list celebs who have built their careers off of male desire makes their situation delicate

8. Gorgeous - “you’re so gorgeous”, “look at your face”, literally just the whole song

9. King of My Heart - “school girl crush”, “like trying on clothes” cuz karlies a model, “Motown beat” aka tay’s karlie Motown post, “all the boys...never took me quite where you do”, “your love’s a secret”

10. Dancing with our Hands Tied - all about kiss gate, see full analysis here

11. Dress - “I dont want you like a best friend”, see full analysis here

12. Call It What You Want - aka Karlie what you want, again! secret love! we get it tay you have a secret love you cant tell anyone about! its sure as hell isn't Joe, “fit like a daydream”, “high above the whole scene”

13. New Years Day - polaroids, having quiet normal moments together, “her midnights”, etc.

14. Cruel Summer - “snuck in through the garden gate!!!”, “I love you aint that the worst thing you ever heard”, “shape of your body”, “boy...with a price...I bought it”, “I dont wanna keep secrets just to keep you”!!!!!!!!

15. Lover - “ive loved you 3 summers”, “ur my lover” what a gender neutral term..., “Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close?” aka secret love themes again, “everyone who sees you wants you”

16. Cornelia Street - “this city screams your name”, “Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours” aka so many pics of Taylor wearing karlies jackets

17. False God - “were we crazy to think that this would work”, “you’re the west village”, “ like I’m not your favorite town I'm New York City”

18. illicit affairs - “tell your friends you’re out for a run”, “illicit affairs, clandestine meetings, and longing stares”, sECreT loVE

19. gold rush - “what must it be like to grow up that beautiful”, “everybody wants you”,  see full analysis here

20. Dorothea - “shes a queen selling dreams, selling make up and magazines”, “if you're ever tired of bеing known for who you know You know that you'll always know me” aka if you get tired of being associated with kushnerds, see full analysis here

21. ivy - “tarnished but so grand”, “Your opal eyes are all I wish to see”, SECRET LOVE, see full analysis here

22. cowboy like me - “Dancin' is a dangerous game”, “But that was all before I locked it down”, see full analysis here

#its not all of them but its a lot of them #kaylor #gaylor #taylor swift #Karlie Kloss