#goodnight fellas take me out in my sleep

[agaypanic]

hii!! if requests are open could i get a james maguire and reader where theyre watching a movie at readers house and she falls asleep on his shoulder and the girls are all teasing him while she just cuddles closer to him (maybe even ends up asleep on his lap), he carries her to her room where she sleepily asks him to stay and they wake up cuddling?? lots of teasing afterwards and a confession too?? thanks!!

Bleary-Eyed (James Maguire X Reader)

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Summary: After exams, the girls and James have a movie night at Y/n’s house. Y/n is more tired than she expected to be.

***

“Y/n,” James shook the girl’s shoulder. “We’re almost at the stop.” She just stirred in her seat.

“Y/n, get your arse up!” Michelle, who sat on the other side of Y/n, yelled in her ear. She jolted up with a gasp.

“I’m up, Jesus!” Today was full of exams for the girls, and it seemed to take the biggest toll on Y/n. She was looking forward to sleeping the entire weekend.

“We’re still going to yours, yeah?” Michelle asked the sleepy girl. Fuck. She’d forgotten that she and her friends had planned a sleepover to celebrate the end of exams. Y/n sighed.

“Yeah.”

“We can do another night if you want.” Clare turned around in her seat to look at Y/n. “It’s not like we have to hang out tonight.”

“Fuck that, Clare. A plan’s a plan. Besides, I’m pretty sure my mum doesn’t wanna see me or James tonight.” Michelle said. Clare still waited for Y/n to answer. 

“It’s fine, Clare.”

Tiredness had worn off a bit when the girls and James walked to Y/n’s house. But it came right back when they split off to change into pajamas. Y/n started nodding off on the living room couch as the girls fought over what movie to watch first.

“I don’t care what we watch, as long as the fellas are good lookin’,” Michelle said, leaning back in her seat. They soon decided on some film Y/n hadn’t heard the name of, everything going in one ear and out the other. They’d gotten ten minutes in when she dozed off. She leaned over in her sleep, resting on James’ side. Not thinking much of it, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders to keep her from falling further.

“Is she asleep?” Clare asked, looking next to her to see Y/n leaning into James. “Aw, that’s so cute.” She smiled at the two.

“More like nasty,” Michelle muttered from Y/n’s side, half joking.

“Just watch the movie,” James said, rolling his eyes. “Let her sleep.” 

For the next hour, the girls teased James over his situation. Over time, Y/n had latched onto him, refusing to let him go in her sleep. He kept telling them to be quiet to not wake her. When the movie ended, James slowly hooked an arm under her legs and the other around her back before standing up.

“Where are you going off with her?” Erin asked, sifting through more movie choices with Orla.

“Taking her to her room. Doubt falling asleep on the couch like that is comfortable.”

“To be fair, she was more sleeping on you than the couch.” The girls’ laughter at Michelle’s comment was the last thing James heard as he walked down the hall to Y/n’s room. He ignored the blush forming on his cheeks as he pushed the door open and brought the girl to her bed. He got her under the covers and was about to leave when he felt a soft tug on his wrist. When he turned around, Y/n still seemed to be asleep.

“James?” She whispered. He could tell that she was barely awake.

“Yes, Y/n?” He leaned down closer to her to hear her words.

“Stay.” Her grip on his wrist tightened for a second. “Please.”

James turned even redder; what would the girls think when they noticed he didn’t come back? That would set the two of them up for even more teasing. But then again, how could he ever deny her request?

“Okay.” He said softly, getting under the covers next to her. Sensing his warmth, Y/n clung to him. James froze before quickly relaxing, moving his arm under her head to act as a pillow.

“G’night, Jamie.”

“Goodnight, Y/n.”

***

James woke up the next morning wondering where he was. As he became more conscious, he realized he was in Y/n’s bedroom. Which explained why the girl was in her bed with him.

He looked down to see that she was still sleeping. It seemed they had moved in their sleep. James went from laying on his back to his side, arm that wasn’t Y/n’s pillow being wrapped around her, with his head on top of hers. Y/n had completely wrapped her limbs around James like a koala. 

Unsure of how much longer Y/n was going to sleep, James tried to move. The attempt was futile, Y/n’s grip on the boy tightening at his slight movement. So he just decided to lay there and wait.

Y/n woke up a few minutes later to James gently playing with her hair. If she was more awake, she would’ve turned red at their situation. But right now, she didn’t care, snuggling further into him for warmth.

“Morning.” She mumbled. James paused, realizing she was awake, before continuing to twirl her hair between his fingers.

“Good morning. How’d you sleep?”

“So good.” Y/n smiled. “You?”

“Great. Yeah, I slept great.” James cleared his throat, giving a nervous laugh. “Your bed is more comfortable than the couch.”

“I bet.” Y/n chuckled. “Thank you for staying, by the way. You didn’t have to.”

“No, I wanted to.” He said quickly. “I wanted to stay with you. Besides, I was getting tired too, and the girls wouldn’t stop teasing.”

“What were they teasing you about?” Y/n backed up just enough to look up at James, bleary-eyed. He could feel himself falling harder for the girl.

“Oh, just you falling asleep on me.” He tried to seem nonchalant to not make her feel bad, but he started to feel flustered thinking back to last night. “Nothing bad.” Y/n gave an understanding hum.

“I’m sorry.” She said, laughing a bit at the thought of the girls teasing him over her. James pulled her in closer.

“It’s okay.” Before he could psych himself out, he kissed her forehead to further show that he was okay with the closeness and affection. Y/n’s eyes widened, slowly darting between his eyes and his lips. He noticed this and leaned down so they were more face-to-face.

Realizing that they were both okay with what was about to happen, they closed the distance between them. James’ grip tightened as Y/n rested one hand on his cheek while the other weaved with the hair at the nape of his neck.

There was lots of feeling in their small movements, still somewhat tired. They both parted with a smile.

“What if we stayed here a bit longer?” Y/n asked, already knowing James would say yes.

“Please.” He kissed her again. And again. And again.

In the living room, the girls were huddled in a circle around a photograph. In the night, when Y/n and James were dead asleep, the girls snuck in and took a photo of the two with a polaroid camera. The picture showed the two hugging each other close, limbs wrapped around each other.

“Oh, they’re never gonna live this down,” Michelle smirked.

#james maguire x reader #james maguire #derry girls #derry girls x reader #agaypanic

[silky-silks]

Finale!

Welp, it is done. I finally finished it after burning my eyeballs out! And today is Mario day! Or should I say Mar10 day! (Sorry)

I want to say I had a lot of fun with this, and being able to draw some scenes from my favorite game of all time has made me happy. And it was awesome drawing my favorite people’s characters as well! I had tons of fun with this (and hey, I might do it again one day..”)

Now let’s finish this story shall we?

After returning home, everyone had to take a week to recover from the scary events in space. As much fun it was, almost losing Nina and fighting Ducifer shook their core.

During that werk, Nina was tinkering something up in the kitchen. Silky had tons of Starbjts in her fur and satchel and given them to Nina. She taste a bit of the starbits and realizes how sweet and gushy they taste. An idea pops in her head…

Patches is worry seeing Nina out so late and investigate her intentions. Once she hears of her plan, Patches volunteers with helping and decorating a small little area with some Starbits, yarn and thread. It is small, but Nina loves them nonetheless!

Together the pair make a new sort of cookie. I haven’t got a name, but they turn the Starbits into a colorful cookie that when bitten is oozing with the colorful content of the taste Starbits. Some taste like chocolate, some vanilla, and some candy! But whatever the Starbits taste like or flavors or up to you.

So when everything is set up Nina calls for her family and friends to have a taste as the cookies. One bite and everyone is hooked. For the night they much on cookies, chat, play a few games, and Eric gets a special cake stating he is grounded!

Characters

Eric, Nina, Snowy, (second pet),Grant, and Frankie belong to @night-light-artz

Mono belongs to @22a-girl-from-galaxy22

Patches belongs to @eve-pie

Silky: [Me!]

The end.

(And I’m tired. Goodnight my awesome fellas)

Thank god, I can sleep now.

Oh and yes Frankie is buried in Silky’s fur, experiencing probably the best pillow anyone can ever imagine.

How did Nina learn that Eric flung patches into Megaleg. Patches accidental mentioned it when Nina asked where she got a sore on her head from

#welcome home #welcome home ocs #silky silksong #eric velseb spooky month #eric velseb #nina velseb #nina velseb spooky month #bob vesleb #spooky month bob #grant hedony spooky month #frankie spooky month #Patches bashful #super mario galaxy #art #mar10 day #mario fanart #mar10 2024

[sapphirefallschronicles]

- ̥۪͙۪˚┊❛ Welcome to Sapphire Falls - Where are they now #2 ❜┊˚̥۪͙۪◌

Basketballer!Chris Evans x Abigail Syverson (plus size!ofc) & Farmer!Syverson x Livia Darmandi (Asian ofc)

Summary: Ever since Livia and Syverson announced the pregnancy, how are they doing?

Word count: 1k

Warnings: None

The Advent Calendar (a.k.a. the masterlist)

It had been a crazy three days, but now the door is closed and we are hidden away from the hospital, nosy citizens of Sapphire Falls and it’s just the three of us. The three of us. 

‘We made this,’ I whisper, as I lean against the headboard while I stare at my lovely Sy, who’s holding the baby in his strong arms. ‘I can’t believe that.’

Sy smiles, catching himself getting choked up again. He did that in the hospital a few times already and when I woke up from a deep sleep after giving birth, I saw how he was gently holding our little Luke, whispering all kinds of sweet things to him, with the tears burning in his eyes. ‘Liv, I don’t think I can ever thank you enough.’

I start to chuckle. ‘Honey, you… You don’t have to thank me. This is a co-production.’

He carefully gets up from the edge of the bed and sits next to me, as Luke opens his eyes and takes us in. ‘If I cry again, will you ever take me seriously again?’

I nuzzle against his side, before kissing his cheek. I always take you seriously, Sy.’

●・○・●・○・●

‘You know,’ Liv says as I hold up my phone, ‘You resemble your sister when you take photography so seriously.’

I offer her a stern look. ‘Don’t say that.’

Chris and Abigail are visiting Sapphire Falls, meaning we finally have a trusted babysitter around. I don’t like other people around my baby, so whenever Liv and I want to go out for a date, we bundle up Luke and take him with us. He’s a very calm and sweet little baby, but to just stare at my Liv, it feels like a while ago.

‘You look beautiful,’ I tell her and she smiles. 

‘Sucking up to the model,’ she notes. ‘I see what you’re doing.’ 

After I took a few photos, I grab my chair and sit next to her. ‘I love you,’ I tell her, as I wrap my arm around her shoulders.

●・○・●・○・●

‘Within two years, Caleb Syverson knocked me up again,’ Liv chuckles as she enters the bedroom. After putting Luke to bed–who insisted on having his mom kiss him goodnight–she steps on the bed and straddles my lap. ‘And not with one baby, but with two.’

I lovingly cradle her stomach. ‘I’m an overachiever.’

She smiles at me. ‘You better not freak out, like you did with Luke.’

‘I did not freak out with Luke.’

Livia cocks an eyebrow. ‘Honey, you totally freaked out. And that’s okay, it was our first time having a baby, but I would prefer it if you tried to stay calm. This time around I have to push out two.’

●・○・●・○・●

Finally Sy picks up. ‘Look look look,’ I say with a squeal, pointing the camera of my phone to our twins Felice and Jason as they walk ahead. ‘I bought them matching outfits.’

Sy does not match my enthusiasm. ‘Really? It looks like they are wearing school uniforms.’

‘That was the point! Sy, keep up, will ya?’ I call out the twins’ names and they stop walking, looking over their shoulders. 

‘They are so stinkin’ cute,’ Sy notes and when I look at my screen, I can tell he is lovingly staring at his. ‘You coming home any time soon? I miss you.’ He has been like this for a while now. With Luke going to kindergarten now, these two are a needed distraction. But we’ve been shopping and Sy’s been at the farm.

Sometimes it’s hard on him not having a kid around and I totally understand.

‘You two wanna go home?’ I ask them, once I caught up. ‘To dad?’

‘Yes!’ they both exclaim.

●・○・●・○・●

Livia sniffles as she looks at Luke. It’s a hard day today. While the twins aren’t starting kindergarten for another two months, this fella is going to first grade.

And that’s been hard on Liv. ‘I cannot believe this,’ she chokes out, ‘my first born going to school.’

She stares at Luke, her oldest son, who is leaving his kindergarten days behind. She clears her throat, before she walks over to him, holding his face in her hands. ‘Mom, what’s up?’ Luke asks her.

‘I am so proud of you, my darling,’ she whispers. ‘Oh, so proud of you.’

I can’t help but smile, as I see how Luke consoles his mother. From the two of us, Livia is the more emotional parent–though I’m softening up as the years go by. While these milestones make me incredibly proud, they make Livia a little sad. She reminds me of my mother, who always cried whenever Abigail and I started a new school year. 

Luke gives his mom a kiss on her cheek. ‘I love you, mom,’ he mumbles.

‘I love you too, my sweet boy.’

●・○・●・○・●

‘You really said copy paste with our kids, didn’t you?’ Sy notes as he stares at the picture of the twins. ‘Luke looks just like you. These two look like you.’

Livia turns to the side. ‘I pushed three kids Syverson size out of my vagina. The least they could’ve done is resemble me.’

Sy can’t help but chuckle. ‘Okay, that is true,’ he laughs.

●・○・●・○・●

‘Okay, okay, I’m ready!’ Livia says.

‘Mom, you look beautiful!’ little Felice says with a smile. ‘I wanna be like you when I grow up.’

Sy’s eyes have widened, a little in shock to see his wife like this. Normally she wears comfortable clothes as work around the farm does not permit you to wear designer clothes, but with date night around the corner, she went all out. 

While their sons Luke and Jason compliment their mom too, give her a hug and a kiss, Sy gets up from the couch and walks over to her. ‘For fuck’s sake, Liv,’ he mutters in her ear, loud enough for her to hear it, too soft for the kids. ‘Good thing Chris and Abigail are here, because we’re not coming home early tonight.’

Chris walks into the room and says: ‘Okay kids, hot chocolate in the kitchen with aunt Abigail.’

‘Bye mom, bye dad!’ they all exclaim, before rushing to the kitchen.

Chris cocks an eyebrow. ‘I can recognize that gaze from anywhere,’ he says. ‘If you’re quiet, the shed’s all yours.’

‘The shed is always all ours,’ Sy notes.

Chris chuckles. ‘Just keep it down a notch, okay?’

#Welcome to Sapphire Falls #Welcome to Sapphire Falls Masterlist #diegos-butt & keanureevesisbae advent calender #Chris Evans #Henry Cavill #Syverson #Basketballer!Chris Evans #Farmer!Syverson #Plus size!ofc #Asian!ofc #chris evans x plus size ofc #henry cavill x asian ofc #chris evans x ofc #henry cavill x ofc

[darkmatter-nebula]

I just woke up from a nap only to find out that it's after midnight here in Germany. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight, my dear fellas! See you all later! 👋😊

I'm going to take care of the "Lost But Now Found" AU drabble requests that are sitting in my inbox as soon as I wake up! If anyone of you lovely people have more "Lost But Now Found" AU drabble requests about Colli you want me to write for you, feel free to come into my inbox! It's always open for you! No matter if it's angst, hurt/comfort or fluff! You can put in as many requests as you wish! Like I said, I would write the drabbles as soon as I wake up!

#personal things #lost but now found au #the collector

[spinchs-field]

in which Ashes remembers falling in love

WHAT'S up fellas. still fulfilling my god-given duty of writing about gay space pirates. this one is formatted slightly different from the other ones i've written. it's meant to be more like a collection of moments in Ashes' memories that happen across multiple months rather than one big scene. ok enough rambling. enjoy <3 warning; they get drunk at the end. that's it (:

Ashes couldn’t tell you when they first fell in love. Ask, and you wouldn't get an answer. Time passes strangely when you’re immortal. Days blur into seconds, months fade into minutes, decades are a day, passing in the blink of an eye.

But they can tell you about every time their hand would brush against Tim’s, and each and every time their very soul became a beautiful, burning bonfire. They remember vividly each time Tim met their eyes, and they had to look away before they did something stupid.

It was hard at first, loving that soldier. He was still recovering from the shock of countless deaths. He barely even knew how to control his new eyes. He hardly trusted the Toy Soldier, let alone anyone else on the ship. 

Ashes was the only one comfortable enough to offer their room for him to sleep in while Nastya worked on constructing one for him in the O’Neill ring. 

Tim declined until he ran into Ashes one evening, hauling a blanket and pillow to the living room. 

“Oh,” Tim said quietly. “I thought you were…”

“Oh, no,” Ashes laughed. “I’m uh… I meant it, when I said you could use my room.”

Tim was quiet for some time. He looked off to the side. “Right.”

“I mean, you don’t have to, it was j–”

“No, I’ll… take you up on that offer,” Tim interrupted. 

“Oh! Alright.” 

They stood in silence for some time. 

“Thanks,” Tim mumbled before he brushed past Ashes.

Ashes turned to watch him walk away. “Goodnight,” they called after him.

Ashes can’t remember hearing a response. 

Weeks would pass with these being their sole interactions. They meet in the hall at night, exchange short sentences, then go to bed. 

Ashes remembers clearly the night that their mind refused to let them sleep. It was the day they saw Tim smile for the first time since being on the Aurora. The image clung to their brain like fire to a matchstick. Something crackled in their chest each time they thought about it. 

After some time, Ashes nearly forgot they had a room until they overheard Nastya telling Tim that his was done. 

That night, Ashes almost jumped out of their skin at the sight of Tim asleep in their bed. They remember feeling a sort of dread at the thought of waking him up. He looked so beautiful. They wouldn’t dare ruin it. 

“You have your own room, you know,” Tim commented the next morning. “You can stop sleeping in the living room.”

“I dunno, the couch is kinda growing on me,” Ashes laughed.

Tim’s mouth twitched slightly into a smile. 

Ashes felt their soul catch ablaze. 

Eventually, Tim moved into his own room, but the scent of gunpowder never left Ashes’ sheets. 

They went through countless nights without sleep, mind racing with images of Tim. Snippets of the words they shared played over and over in their mind. The gunpowder didn’t help. 

Months would pass. The two of them grew closer. Tim smiled more, laughed more, became human again.

No longer a mechanised soldier, but a part of the crew. No longer Tim the soldier, but Tim the gunner. Tim the madman. Tim the fighter. Tim, the one that never left Ashes’ mind.

Tim, the man Ashes fell in love with.

Ashes yelled into Nastya’s pillow, the engineer rubbing circles on their back.

“It’s so stupid!” Ashes groaned.

“I know,” Nastya said. 

“Why him?! Why did I have to fall for the fucking…” Ashes made quick, vague movements with their hands in frustration. “Him?!”

“Well, you do have a lot in common.”

Ashes sighed, shoving their face deeper into the pillow, trying to suffocate the thoughts. “Is this what it felt like? When you fell in love with Aurora?” they asked, resting the side of their head on the pillow. 

“You can say that.” Nastya glanced up at the monitors of the engine room. “Actually, yes. I did not know what to do, when I found out.” She smiled gently at Ashes. 

Ashes sighed again. “This is stupid.” They pressed their face back into the pillow. “He’s so stupid.”

The weeks– or maybe it was months, they could hardly remember– after that were nothing but a blur of feelings and frustration. Ashes could barely be in the same room as him. They had to be told plans separately from Tim, because he was all they paid attention to. It was bordering on embarrassing. 

It didn’t help that Tim was so fucking outgoing. Ashes couldn’t tell you how many times they had to blatantly lie to his face about being busy each time he wanted to hang out with them. 

Eventually, they ran out of excuses, and they only fell deeper into that maddening love as Tim ranted to them about weapons, and made them watch movies, and rested his hand on their shoulder when talking, and smiled, and laughed, and spent every waking moment with them. 

One day (and Ashes could tell you the exact date, because it’s marked on every calendar from that year into the end of the universe), Ashes let it slip.

“I love you,” Ashes said. The words stumbled out of their mouth, wavy with alcohol.

Tim stared at them through bleary, beautiful metallic eyes. He smiled drunkenly. “Really?” 

Ashes smiled and nodded, a laugh bubbling out of their chest. “Really. I… fuck, I love you… so much.” They leaned back, resting their back against the wall. 

Tim shifted on the bed, a hazy laugh falling from his lips as bottles clinked and clattered to the floor. “Like… like actually… love me? Not, fuckin’, platin– fuck. Platonic shit?”

“Fuh– man, yes,” Ashes laughed, bringing a bottle to their lips and taking another swig. “Can’t… stop thinkin’ about you. All th’ time.”

Tim stared quietly at them, a hundred secrets hidden behind his eyes. He moved closer to Ashes. They didn’t even notice.

“I’s so… stupid. You’re– you’re not stupid. God, you’re so smart.” Ashes’ nerves were ablaze as Tim rested a hand on their shoulder. They mindlessly leaned into the touch. “I j’st… I dunno. Your smile… makes me dizzy.” They could barely hold back their laugh. 

Ashes looked over to their side, where they thought Tim was. Their eyes shot over to where Tim was now– lingering in front of them, a deep look of adoration in his eyes.

They stared into his eyes, heart pounding in their chest. All they could hear was their heartbeat and Tim’s slow, steady breaths. 

His lips parted gently. “Can– Ashes, can I…?” His voice trailed off as he leaned in. 

Ashes reached up, cupping Tim’s face with their hand, and kissed him.

Tim sighed, wrapping his arms around Ashes’ neck. Ashes pulled him close, never wanting to let him go. 

Eventually, they had to, so Tim could catch his breath. He laughed, airy and gentle. His breath reeked of alcohol, and Ashes loved it. 

“I… I love you too,” Tim said, gazing at Ashes through half-lidded eyes. 

Something caught fire in Ashes’ chest. For a second, they thought their lungs finally broke. 

They swallowed hard, and all of the sudden, they were no longer a slick mobster who could get anything they wanted. They were just a stunned, madly in love Ashes O’reilly. 

“Do y– does that mean you wan– wanna…” They stumbled over their words, heat rising in their face. “G– wanna da–” they could hardly speak. A laugh rumbled out of their chest.

Tim smiled and leaned in, pressing his forehead against Ashes’. “Yeah. I think… I think I do.”

“Oh my God,” Ashes breathed out the words. “Oh, holy shit.”

Ashes laughed again, tears stinging their eyes. Tim laughed with them, pulling Ashes into a hug. 

Ashes held him close, never wanting to let him go. 

At some point, they fell asleep, only to wake up, hours later, with Tim pressed up close to them. He was completely conked out, snoring gently against Ashes. 

For just a second, they considered getting up, but as they stared down at him, they saw just how beautiful he looked. 

They didn’t dare ruin it. 

#writing stuff #almost forgot. i was listening to Like Real People Do up until that last scene #during which i was jamming tf out to Gimme! Gimme! Gimme! by ABBA #the mechanisms #ashes o’reilly #gunpowder tim #nastya rasputina #<- she's there but only briefly

[talesfromsiteredacted]

Crafty

Rabbit decides the Young Girl (053) needs her own little Tickle Monster. So, Rabbit gets to work. She's seated in the second floor break room, crocheting madly. She gets teased by her boss, Dr. Clef. And 343 gets a new grandkid.

It's late on Valentine's Eve, and as usual... I waited until last minute to finish a gift. Well, the physical part. I also had a tiny favor to ask of 343, nothing major, just a happy surprise when the finished item was hugged. The pattern is simple, all single crochet with a bit of embroidery afterwards. Normally, I'm not fond of orange, but... it's for 053. Somehow, I thought giving her a handmade 999 plush was just the thing. Now, my wrists are aching, my tea is no doubt colder than a cryomancer's hands in a freezer, and... I'm only 2/3 done. Plus, Clef inbound. He sees me, and heads over.

"You're up late, Rabbit."

"I... uh... procrastinated on a Valentine's gift. So, I'm burning the nerve endings in my wrists and the midnight oil."

"This doesn't seem like the kind of thing you'd make your fella, is it?" He gives me the Clef grin. I gulp on instinct. "No, this is a secret project, right? Who's getting the end results? Not 073, I hope. 049 wouldn't care for that, I suspect."

"No, it's for 053. It's a mini 999." I give him the ol' 076-2 Death Glare. "And Cain is just a friend. Besides... I'm, uh... not his type."

"Yeah, I know. Just messing around." He looks at my aching hands and wrists. "You need some naproxin? Maybe a hand rub?"

"Nah, hard part is almost done. Besides... 049 sent Cain up earlier with a dose. Plus, it's time to replace my now ice cold tea. Again. Funny how he knows I'm going to overdo it before I do sometimes. Are we sure our dear Doctor isn't psychic to a degree?"

"Not that we know of. I think he's just in love. And he knows you."

Awkward silence as I embroider eyes on my work. Clef seems hypnotized by the motion of needle and thread. After a few moments, he walks to 294, puts in 50 cents, and turns to me. "You said tea, what kind?"

"Uh, chamomile and lavender, with a teaspoon of honey. Thanks, boss."

"Hey, you're doing a good thing. I'm supposed to encourage this according to the Director. Besides, this will somehow annoy Dr. Bright, and I'm all for that. Probably due to the fact 053 is getting her own 999 instead of him. Meh. He can crochet his own." He hands me the drink as I'm finishing the last eye. I just need to stuff it, close it, pass it to 343 for the squishy surprise, and deliver with chocolate. But first... tea. I sip, take a moment to check my work, and nod in approval. The little guy is adorable and he's not even stuffed yet. A few more rows, and the stuffing can go in. I start crocheting again. Clef sits next to me, playing his damn ukulele. Normally, he's trying to annoy, but this time it's a soft tune, good to work to. Before long... mini 999 is ready for a brief visit with 343 on his way to 053.

"That is adorable. Bet you'd be popular with the crafty scene here if you made a 999 pattern. Heck, might be a neat fundraiser even. 053 is going to love him. Not gonna lie, I want one now."

"Maybe for your birthday, if you ever tell me the real date."

"In that case, I'll make my own. Better head to bed, it's late."

I roll my eyes. "Yes, Papa Alto." I pack up my things, finish my surprisingly still warm tea, and say goodnight. But... I'm not headed to bed just yet. Nope, while I know it's a bit late for most folks here, 343 never sleeps. So... time for a small favor. I knock on his door.

"You're up late, Rabbit. Ah, but I see you've been busy." He looks at my crochet bag, an old backpack. "May I see what you're up to?"

I laugh. "That's kind of what I'm here for. I made 053 a present, but... I think it needs a finishing touch from you. To make it really special." I take out the little orange plushie. "Would you mind making it gurgle and squeak when hugged?"

"I put the very stars in the sky, and you want me to provide sound effects for a doll? Since it is for the Young Girl, I will not say no. Pass the doll over." I comply. 343 hugs the plush, and it gurgles happily just like 999. Perfect. He hands back the improved plushie, and I give it a confirmation hug. More gurgles and squeaks.

"Thank you very much. She's going to love it." I hug 343, realize I just hugged "God", and turn as red as Abel's tattoos. 343 just smiles. "Is there anything I can do to repay you for this?"

"There is no need to pay me back. You're doing something nice for someone purely because you like them and wish to see them happy. I am always willing to help someone like that."

"Even if she's daft enough to wait until almost the very last minute?" We share a laugh.

"As a fellow artist, I know inspiration cares not for clocks. That being said, you should get some rest."

"I'm on my way, just have to drop off the package, as it were. I want it to be truly a surprise for her. I've also got a cute little card Iris drew for her, and some chocolate from Watch. Little things."

"I do hope she likes her surprises. Goodnight, Rabbit."

"Goodnight... er. I, uh, don't really feel right calling you by your number, 'sir' is too formal... may I call you 'Granddad' instead? You remind me a lot of him in the best ways."

"I would be flattered. Goodnight, Rabbit."

"Goodnight, Granddad."

I head out, drop the package off at 053's quarters, then head to my place. I wake up to a text from Watch. It's 053, hugging the stuffing nearly out of her mini 999.

"Way to upstage me, Rabbit. But... she loves it."

#scp foundation #tales from site redacted #agent rabbit

[xxiamtiebrousxx]

Chapter 7 "The Operative" (Head Shots| Sniper x Reader)

P.O.V: You sat in front of Spy and Sniper.

All night long Mundy held me tight. We’d occasionally switch spots resting our heads on each other’s shoulders. Sometimes I’d rest my nose in the crook of his neck. There’d be times when I opened my eyes to make sure he was still there. So I wouldn’t worry, Mundy would run his fingers through my hair until I fell back asleep.

I was drooling. I could tell as I opened my eyes. It was dripping into a small puddle on Mundy’s chest. He softly snored, nuzzling my head. He still had his arms around me. I wiped the drool off us both. It’d be embarrassing for us to wake up covered in a puddle of morning spit.

It was already morning. The light entered through my room. The door was left open. I rolled to my side, only to turn back to Mundy. He was still asleep. I thought my movements would have woken him up.

“Mundy, wake up,” I said. I shook his shoulders as gently as I could. “It’s morning, we have a mission today. It’s “capture the flag” day.”

“Nah Sheila, lemme sleep in,” he begged. He tossed over to the other side of the sleeping bag. Mundy took me with him.

“Please, will you wake up?” I asked, with puppy eyes. Mundy opened his eyes, smiling. 

“Foine,” he replied. “Only if you stay close to me today.” I kissed his cheek. It was starting to become a habit of mine.

Yeah, don’t let that habit become bad.

“Thanks,” I said, ignoring my mind that just woke up. “Now let’s get up before Soldier comes in yelling.” I wiggled out of the bag. I gathered all of his things and put them into a neat pile. Mundy rolled up the sleeping bag and tied it. 

“Go get ready Y/n,” he said. “Engie will have breakfast ready in a bit.” I listened and got ready. I took a quick shower, did my hair, and I brushed my teeth. I even put on some perfume. Chap-stick doesn’t count as makeup, which I put on. I dressed in a white shirt and jean shorts. I was going to be in the Operative suit all day so my current clothes would be suitable. I popped my head out of the bathroom. Mundy was already dressed. He was just adjusting his belt buckle.

“I was meaning to ask,” I said, “but did you get a goodnight’s sleep?” I asked. Mundy looked up.

“Loved how you kept making sure Oi was there,” he answered. “You were like a little koala.” I didn’t know if it was a compliment or something else, but I thought it was cute. Y/n, the little koala.

“Mornin’ fellas,” Engineer said. “Breakfast is ready.”

“Ooh, yum,” I replied. “Good morning to you too.”

“Good morning,” Mundy said. “Pancakes again?” Engie nodded. The sweet scent of pancakes filled the atmosphere. I followed the engineer and sniper to the dining room where everyone greeted me. I said my good mornings to each mercenary and took a seat next to Mundy.

“Hey guess what?” Scout said. “I finally got Pauling to go on a date with me.”

“Mmph mmph,” Pyro said.

“Aye, the lass is right,” Demoman replied. “Congratulations.” 

“Aheh, how about you, Herr Sniper,” Medic said. “Are jou with someone?” I looked at Mundy, who was sweating slightly and blushing. The men looked at each other, at Sniper, then at me.

“HEY!” I loudly exclaimed, smiling widely. “Did you hear about that one time I stole a klondike bar from the fridge?” I was trying to divert the attention from Mundy to me. No one had time to answer.

“Mission starts in two minutes,” the Administrator declared. We all stood up from our seats and rushed to get ready. I put on my suit just like I did as I first got it. My helmet activated. I followed everyone to the teleports. I jumped on mine and was transported to 2Fort. I wound up in the battlement’s resupply.

“Keep close, Sheila,” Mundy said. He was wearing his signature hat, glasses, and vest. His rifle was in hand. I followed him to his “nest” near my old hideout.

“Mission starts in thirty seconds.” I held my breath. I activated my weaknesses. A rocket, bullets, and a sapper could take me down harder than a bat or flamethrower. The funny thing was, once my suit lost all its “health,” it would kill me. Yes, kill me.

As in murder me or cause me homicide. In this case, suicide.

I could see the enemy me, watching from the battlements as the Administrator counted down from five.

“Don’t stray off,” Mundy said again, aiming his rifle.

“I won’t,” I answered. 

“THREE, TWO, ONE.” The Blues and Reds erupted from the bases, running towards each other. I shot the Blu Soldier repeatedly as he launched himself onto the bridge. I dodged the rocket, grabbing Mundy.

“Ouch,” I groaned. Mundy picked me up.

“Are you alroight?” he asked. I nodded. The sound of a headshot was made and I died.

Stupid, stupid, STUPID!!!

Blame the Blu sniper for your death.

Shut it.

I waited twenty seconds in respawn before returning to life. I ended up in the resupply on the second floor. Heavy ran by, preparing Sasha. I walked onto the platform. Pyro ran while laughing.

“Shelia, over here!” Sniper waved me over. I pulled out my gun as I jogged over.

“What?” 

“Spoi told us to check the intelligence,” he said, reloading his gun.

“Why do we have to listen to him?” I asked.

“The bloody Blu Spoi is among us,” Mundy replied. “Pyro said he’d handle my post.”

“Alright then,” I said. Mundy grabbed my hand and led me downstairs at a quick pace. We made it to the intel room, where the suitcase was still there. “Still here,” I replied, checking under the desk.

“Then Oi guess we’re good, Sheila,” he said. I turned around, ready to leave, but Mundy grabbed my hand. “Wait.” He turned me around and brought me close. “Ya have a little something on your mask,” Mundy whispered.

“Oh, r-really?” I stuttered. Was it blood?

Probably.

But I haven’t killed anyone!

Who cares! We’re getting this attention!

I gulped as Mundy wiped my mask. He smiled, satisfied with his work. “There we go! All fixed now Y/n,” he said. I blushed, sweating miserably under the mask. Did this have an AC system or something?

I doubt it. But hey, at least Mundy’s noticing the problem.

He removed my mask completely. I was frozen stiff as he smiled. “You look beautiful without the mask,” he said. I was red all over. 

Shoot, shoot, SHOOT!

Yes, yes, YES! 

“Uh, thanks,” I said. I looked down and rubbed my neck. Mundy lifted up my chin so that our eyes met.

“Don’t keep your head down,” he said. He leaned down a little, closing his eyes. I just went with it, standing on my toes. I wrapped my arms around his neck as Mundy placed his hands on my waist.

Is this happening!?!? My mind exclaimed.

Yes, it is.

My mind giggled manically as our lips came into contact. 

HA HA HA, YES!!!! 

Fireworks went off in my heart as we kissed.

But of course this moment had to be ruined.

“WHAT THE BLOODY HECK IS GOING ON?!?”

P.O.V: You kissed the wrong man.

Bonus art:

Diner scene.

What the suit should look like.

#Tf2 Sniper X Reader #Sniper X Reader #Tf2 X Reader #Romance #Humor #Sniper #Tf2 Red Team #Tfc Heavy #Tfc #Team Fortress 2 x Reader #Tf2 x reader #Team Fortress 2 #Tf2 #team fortress 2 fanart #Tf2 fanart #Long post #Longish post #xxiamtiebrousxx draws

[shiggyscumrag]

How the MHA boys react to their chubby s/o wearing their clothes<3

I also plan on making a demon slayer and haikyuu version so look out for that hoessss

Midoriya Izuku

Dude he would flip, but like in a positive way-

He would get so flustered and immediately start muttering on and on about how pretty you look and try to poorly hide his embarrassment

He would find it really cute, plus he wears slightly bigger sized shirts so it wouldnt fit to tight on you

And even if it did he would find it absolutely adorable

You wearing one of his shirts that literally say "shirt" and a pair of his sweats to go along with it and it would be one of his new favorite things

He would ask if he could take a picture to save as his new homescreen deadass

He just cant get over how adorbale you look so of course hes gonna get all flustered and lovey dovey

10/10 would cuddle you for the rest of the night and not let you leave. Sleepover timeeeee

"What are you wearing?" He said as he stumbled across you in one of his shirts and sweats. You were bored and uncomfy in your jeans and tshirt so you decided it was a good idea to steal some of your boyfriends clothes to get more comfortable. Of course he was a little smaller in size then you but it would still work.

"I got uncomfortable and I thought you wouldn't mind if I borrowed some clothes to change into. I can change if you want-"

"No no no, you're okay! I mean I like you in my clothes, and I'm glad they make you comfortable! I just didnt know what you were doing and I was a little confused at first but you look really cute so I really don't mind at all, I swear! I was just a little startled-" you were interrupted by Izuku's rambling. He always did this when he was nervous. All you could really do is chuckle, and have your cheeks blush slightly at the compliments while getting comfy on his bed.

Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou thought it was a dumb idea at first, like he just didnt get it

Though after your persistent meddling he gave in and gave you one of his shirts

After you put it on and showed him he got all flustered and very horny

He felt weirdly proud about it, it was like a way of marking you as his and he liked that

And omg when you stole and wore a pair of his boxers, he fucking malfunctioned. Heres how the scenario would go in my head-

"Welcome back Katsuki!" You said cheerfully from further inside his dorm.

"Ah, what are you doing here shitty woman! I'm tired and want to go to bed-" he stopped mid sentence when he saw you laying on his bed in his boxers and his classic skull tshirt. He didnt realize how horny he had been but now the bulge in his pants was very prominent and uncomfortably tight.

"See something you like katsu?" You teased. You knew he had been stressed from interning lately and I mean so have you, so why not kill two birds with one stone?

"Hell yeah I do." He said crossing the room fast and finding your lips. A heated makeout session started, you had sat up and placed your hands on his chest starting to undo his tie and unbutton his uniform shirt. He pulled away and smirked grabbing you by the chin making you look at him.

"You're such a naughty girl." He pulled his pants and boxers down in one swift motion, hissing when the cool air hit his cock. "Now get to sucking slut." You smirked and went down to lick his slit, some pre hitting your taste buds making you mewl. You began to bob your head at a steady pace. He groaned as his head fell back, a hand falling behind your head guiding your movements.

"Such a good little slut for me. Got any panties under here?" He said snapping the elastic of his boxers, leaving a delicious sting on your hip. You hummed causing another groan to rip through his throat. He pulled you off his cock with a pop.

"Is that a yes or a no sweet cheeks?" He said dragging his thumb against your drool soaked lips

"No sir, I dont have any panties on." You say, eyes half lidded and full of lust.

"Good answer-" He started as he pinned you down on the bed and left a chaste kiss on your lips. "Cause I was gonna take em' off anyways."

Kirishima Eijiro

When you first ask if you could borrow a shirt and pants to wear to sleep in his dorm he gladly excepted

He found it to be quote on quote "the manliest thing ever"

He would feel bad that his clothes are tight on you so he buys a couple over sized ones and wears them to get them to smell like him and next time you come to trade out hoodies he gives you those in hopes it'll make you feel more comfy

He would def also steal your clothes

He would love to wear your hoodies around the dorm and flex about having them

He loves that you feel comfortable enough to wear his clothes and to also let him wear yours

It's a trust and comfort thing that he finds the most adorbale

It makes him feel so happy, you make him so happy<3

You heard a knock on your door. You got up from your bed and made your way to the door as whoever it was continued to knock. You opened it up to see a red head with sharp teeth grinning widely at you.

"Hey kiri!" You said wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaned forward to place a kiss on his cheek. He wrapped one arm around your waist and chuckled at your kiss.

"I came by to swap hoodies again! Yours stopped smelling like you." He said with a pout on his lips.

"Ah its okay baby, I'll give you another one!" You said with a smile.

Todoroki Shouto

Shouto would be confused on why exactly you would want to wear his clothes when you have your own that are perfectly fine

But he would still find it oddly comforting and very cute

He didn't really know that was a thing that couples do, you know trading clothes

So you would steal his hoodies and you would give him yours to sleep in

Dude he would get so happy

He would put your hoodie on for the first time alone in his dorm after you dropped it off and gave him a kiss goodnight

So he puts it on and just feels so comfy and at home in a sense. He just feels so calm and at peace with the world

Plus when he realizes it smells like you he goes wild

Would sleep in it every night and every morning he would fold it neatly and place it on his pillow so that when he gets home after a long day of class and interning with his dad he can wear it straight out his shower and smell your scent and be able to go to sleep peacefully that night

He can only hope his hoodies make you feel the same way yours do to him

"I can have this?" He says holding out the hoodie of yours you just gave him to be able to wear, a stoic expression still painted on his face.

"Well yeah! I thought since you let me have yours that you could have mine!" You said with a smile. Shoto couldn't help the heat that started to flush his face. He never knew that this is what couples do. He just knew they cuddled, kissed, held hands, and went on dates. He didn't know you could exchange clothing as a form of affection, but when you asked to have one of his hoodies he did love the idea of you wearing them. Shoto liked it even more when he saw you around the dorm in them.

"Thank you y/n. I appreciate it greatly." He spoke.

"Of course roni!" You said leaning in and pecking his lips "Goodnight, sleep tight and don't let the bed bugs bite!" You said skipping towards the girls dorms.

"Goodnight. Sleep well." He said softly. You smiled and waved goodbye. Once you rounded the corner and he could no longer see you he entered his room now staring at the hoodie once again.

He pushed the hoodie over his head and put his arms through. He adjusted the material until he was comfortable. He looked in the mirror and stated to go red. He was wearing your hoodie. He started to get this euphoric feeling of relief. A sense of home is what he felt while wearing it. He tucked himself into bed and laid his head on his pillow when he got a sudden whiff of your scent. It smelled like you too. He felt even more comfy now. He went to sleep peacefully that night. It felt like he was going to sleep in your arms. It was amazing. He now wears it every night and when it doesnt smell like you anymore he asks for you to wear it to make it smell like you again. You have definitely created a monster-

Mezo Shoji

Shoji is a pretty big fella and because of his quirk his clothes are kinda unique

BUT his pants and boxers are normal and can fit you fairly well

I feel like he would also get over sized clothes to lounge in so he feels less restricted so that's a bonus for you

So now you steal his pants all the time when your too lazy to go to your dorm and change or if you haven't done laundry and your out of comfy clothes

Plus you steal his boxers to basically substitute them as spandex shorts

I feel like he wouldnt know that he would like seeing you in his clothes until he did and he would get really happy.

And he finds it incredibly sexy when you wear his boxers, like damn you finna get WRECK-

You have once again stolen one of Shojis pair of boxers to wear as spandex, cause their just so comfy! Your boyfriend was currently downstairs in the kitchen getting you guys snacks for your movie night in his dorm.

You had gotten one his boxers and hid your panties in your pants and folded them nicely over on the nightstand. He came in with his hands full of popcorn, candy, and drinks. Not the healthiest but for sure yummy!

"Here let me help bubs!" You say getting out from under the blanket and standing to help grab stuff from his hands. He stared down at your lower stomach, hips, and thighs seeing them covered in the print of one his boxers. He was used to you stealing his pants and boxers but their was something different this time. Something in him snapped. "You okay Shoji?" You asked placing your hands on his chest after already setting the drinks and candy down. Popcorn still in one hand he took the other and stroked your cheek.

"I'm okay love. I see you stole my boxers again." One of his arms finding its place to settle on your hip.

"Oh yeah I did. I didn't feel like running back all the way to my dorm just to change." You spoke "Is that okay?" You asked, a silent plead in your eyes for it to be okay with him.

"Yeah it's okay." He said bending down and nuzzling his cheek against yours. You hummed in contentment before speaking.

"I'll get the movie ready!" You said running over to his laptop on his desk across the room. Shoji saw your pants folded neatly on his night stand where he was gonna set the popcorn and drinks so they were easier to reach. He set down the popcorn on the bed and picked up your pants accidentally unfolding them and causing your panties to fall on the floor at his feet. A flush crossed Shojis face, a scorching heat firing through his body. This is the straw that broke the camel's back.

You couldn't figure out what movie you wanted to watch. You just scrolled and scrolled and scrolled through Netflix's recommended page finding absolutely nothing. Next thing you knew you felt Shojis hands wrap around you waist and his face right next to your ear.

"Shoji what are you-"

"No panties huh?" He interrupted.

That's all you needed to hear to know you were gonna have a long night filled with hours of unwatched watched movies and a bunch of screens saying "Are you still watching?"

Hanta Sero

He would praise the ever loving dog snot out of your bro

Dude he would praise you left and right, up and down, side to side which is basically the same thing as left to right but we wont talk about it

He absolutely loves it

He never knew he needed this until now and he is never going back

He loves how you look in his clothes so he would for sure start getting slightly oversized stuff so it will fit you more comfortably so you dont have an excuse not to wear his clothes

Even though he would be perfectly content if you only wore them in his dorm, he just wants you in his clothes now 24/7

He would also steal your clothes<3 and he would always say he likes how they smell like you AHHHHHHH

"Come on, do a little twirl for me!" Sero teased as he spun his finger around in a circle.

"Sero!" You said, you could feel your face growing hotter by the second. He loved when you got all hit and bothered by his praise so he always teases you.

"You just look so damn good~" he said as he snaked his arms around your waist. He leaned in making you eager and lean in as well. Just as your about to kiss he pulls away.

"Sero stop teasing!" You whisper shout, a bit of whine in your voice.

That's when he leaned down fully and gave you a kiss on your lips. You depended the kiss and started a full on make out session. His hands trailed down to your ass grabbing it firmly cause a gasp from you. He took that as a chance to slip his tongue in. After a couple minutes you both pulled away for air, slightly panting and a string of salvia connecting your lips.

"You look really cute in my clothes but I think they'd look cutest on the floor-"

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[its-deputy-caleb]

Hey, hey! I've been following you for a while and have just worked up the nerves to send in a request. So, how would Dutch, Arthur, and John react to a... reader? An s/o?? Who is the typical outlaw, but the radiation of crack-head energy increases when their running on little to no sleep.

I hope this makes sense, and I hope you have a great day/night 😊

heyyy, i'm so glad you requested this!! it was so fun, seriously you don't need to be nervous, i like to think i'm friendly and writing requests are what i love to do! they make me so happy <333

i hope i understood this, i kinda went with like wild and reckless outlaw running on no sleep so i hope its not terrible! I wrote all of it in under an hour since i've sick so i'll edit it later but for now enjoy :))

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Dutch

Its a lazy afternoon in Rhodes where you and Dutch had spent the better half of the day sweet-talking Sheriff Gray until he well and truly passed out over his desk from too much moonshine.

It wasn’t often that you got to spend a quiet moment with the gang’s leader and so the two of were enjoying the short ride back to camp together, laughing about the perfect opportunity to rob two families of all they had right under their noses.

Of course, all good things must come to an end as you were quickly ambushed by a large group of raiders.

Maybe it was your apparent lack of sleep or maybe you just had more of a crazier side than you thought but while Dutch began to negotiate with the leader of the group, you didn’t hesitate to whip your revolver from its holster and fire, bringing two down instantly.

“What the hell are you doing!?”

By now, Dutch had no choice to start shooting along with you as the shock of your sudden outburst wore off. From his view he saw you laughing like a maniac as another three raiders fell from their horses.

After working together, you both finally brought down the raiders until only one remained. He was smaller than the others and was attempting to run off into the tree line.

You stood your ground, lining up your revolver to extend from your shoulder and took aim. That was until a hand on your arm brought it back down and you looked over to see Dutch staring at you amused.

“Come now my dear, I think you’ve had your fun. We wouldn’t want to get too carried away so close to camp, would we?”

That afternoon, as the sun was setting over the red dirt, you and Dutch walked back to camp. Your arm was linked with his, resting your body on his side as the exhausting day finally caught up to you.

When you finally returned to camp with your horses trailing behind you, Dutch kissed the back of your hand before wishing you a goodnight.

Arthur

Homestead robberies were one of your favourite things to do with Arthur. You always seemed more excited then him, being more than eager to break down the front door and get to the gold but you knew that deep down grumpy old Arthur enjoyed it too.

You’d already secured your horses well away from the homestead, prepared your weapons and hopped over the fence. Technically Arthur had the lead on this one but you’d never been great at devising a plan.

Both of you have your backs plastered to the wall of the house. You were loading your rifle while Arthur was peering through the window to count the men sitting around the makeshift poker table.

“Now, I’m thinking we go around the back, take em’ by surprise. You take the back window while I — oh where the hell are ya going now?”

Arthur pulled away from the window to see an empty spot besides him. Before he could finish his sentence you’d busted through the front door and fired upon the three men sitting at the poker table.

Arthur had only just managed to come in after you fast enough, firing over your shoulder to the other two armed men.

“How’s that for taking em by surprise huh?”

Your grin is filled with over confidence at your spontaneous approach to the robbery and it only grows as you see Arthur roll his eyes at you.

“Well ya damn took me by surprise. At least warn me next time before you throw yourself in front of danger.”

Whatever comeback you had is cut off by a yawn as your body slowly catches up to the fact you’ve been running on almost no sleep the past three days.

“Common lets just find the stash and go set up camp somewhere to lie low— besides I could use a nap.”

With the tent pitched and your bellies filled with a warmed can of corned beef, you finally allowed yourself to drift off to sleep with your head on Arthur’s chest. If there was one good thing to come out of your crazy and reckless behaviour during robberies, it was that you always got to cuddle up to Arthur afterwards.

John

“Hey John! I gotta tip about some doctors office just up in valentine. Some drunk fella said they were holding a side business for O’Driscoll’s boys. What do ya say?”

Being a close companion to John meant you could always go to him for robberies and potential leads. Together, the two of you weren’t a bad team and always enjoyed getting to spend the extra time with each other so you couldn’t help but jump for joy when he accepted your offer.

The two of you made small talk and shared inside jokes until you hitched your horse at the entrance to the Doctor’s office. John followed behind you but stopped to see you fiddle with your bandana and load your revolver inconspicuously.

John stared at you in shock, knowing you well enough to know exactly what you were thinking. He eyed the Sheriff standing, not three feet in front of you and quickly went to grab your shirt before you could open the door.

“Now wait a damn minute! You can’t just waltz into the front of the store and rob it— how do you even know its a real lead?”

John’s words are as hushed as they can be for someone who’s internally panicking at your apparent lack of planning. His panicking was only worsened when he saw you shrug like it was nothing.

“Live a little Johnny!”

To say that it was a mess was an understatement. The sheriff and the deputies, heard the gunfire immediately and the two of you only managed to barely escape with your lives.

John was half way out the door, whistling for your horses when he saw you run back to grab the pile of cash between two dead O’Driscolls before narrowly escaping the gunfire of the Sheriff’s department.

It wasn’t until hours later when the two of you were hiding in some shack in the middle of nowhere did John finally decide to even bring up just how reckless and wild you’d been.

“Jesus, you’re insane sometimes ya’know that right?”

“Yeah, but you love me!”

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[maaneskin]

6 things you should do to your boyfriend with some haikyuu fellas

iwaizumi hajime. !! love him unconditionally !!

hajime was sure his heart was gonna jump out of his chest, if you didn’t stop staring at him like he put all the stars in the sky. he was close to tripping over his own feet multiple times as he walked towards you. his hands bowled into fits in order to keep his focus on something other than your happy face.

having known you for as long as he has, he could clearly see you doing your best to contain your excitement by balancing on the ball of your feet — something he always found adorable. when he was within arm's length you threw yourself at him, holding him tightly in your arms, while his made their way around your body.

“i love you, i love you, i love you,” you repeated into his ear, “i’m so proud of you,” you smiled widely when he let out a noise that almost sounded like a whine, “so so proud of you, haji,”

semi eita. give him compliments!!!!!!!!!

it took everything in eita to look away from you. your compliments were effective, to say the least, getting him more flustered than ever. after earlier when he had confessed some of his insecurities to you, you made it your mission to give your beloved boyfriend every compliment under the sun, only stopping to give him kisses in between.

with exceptionally red cheeks and a fast beating heart, eita felt like he was on fire. your words came from heart, he knew, and that only served to make him so much more flustered.

“-and beautiful, and talented, and-”

eita cut you off by taking your hands in his, stopping you from listing things, “baby, how long are you gonna keep going?” you looked him dead in the eyes, taking notice at how shaky and glossy his eyes were.

“until i run out of things...so.. never,”

suna rintaro. hug!!! him!!! back hugs are good!!!!!!!!!!

your arms were around rintaro’s body before he even knew you were in the kitchen with him. he froze, but his grip on the chopsticks tightened, heat rising up through his body to his face, turning him beat red. despite having dated you for almost two years, he was still caught off guard whenever you surprised hugged him. his heart squeezed at the sound of you letting out a satisfied sigh, your cheek resting on his naked skin.

“(name)?” his voice was no louder than a whisper, much to his dismay, “you okay?”

“‘m fine, just wanna hug you,” your words were slightly slurred due to your face being squished against him, but he understood you perfectly; his entire body felt warm as ever.

“lame,” he snorted after a moment of him getting it together, his heart fluttering when you laughed. good god, he was in love with you.

miya atsumu. let!! him!! be!! the!! little!! spoon!!

although, atsumu would rather tell osamu he loved him than admit he liked it, he really did enjoy being the little spoon. it wasn’t often he gave in and let you hold him — preferring to be the one to hold and protect you — but when he did, he always felt comfortable.

he loved the feeling of your arm thrown over his waist, always holding your hand in his.

“angel?” he kept his voice low, not sure if you were sleeping or not. he didn’t get a verbal response, only a quiet hum and a kiss on his shoulder that would’ve gone unnoticed if he wasn’t hyper aware of everything in the moment. his heart warmed at the gesture and he found himself smiling widely. he bought your intertwined hands up to his lips and placed a soft kiss on yours, “goodnight, my angel,”

miya osamu. give him flowers!!!! boys love flowers!!!

the flowers in your hand caught osamu’s attention before the proud smile on your face did. his heart skipped a beat when you held out the beautiful bouquet of amaryllises for him to take, the smile on your face now a gentle one.

though this was far from the first time you gave him flowers — you always did after a game, regardless if they won or not — it never failed to fluster him.

“i thought i told you to stop buying me flowers,” he hid his face in the crook of your neck so you wouldn’t be able to see his red face.

giggling, you ran your fingers through his hair, feeling his hot face on your skin, “and i thought i told you i’ll keep doing it,”

kageyama tobio. give him cute(!!!) nicknames!!!!

tobio knew what was coming. he knew you were going to call him by a cute, lovey nickname; you always did. but this time he would be prepared, this time he wouldn't be caught off guard and get flustered. he had spent most of the afternoon mentally preparing himself for the nicknames you called him, walking around his room with a focused stare.

he heard your voice from outside his room, conversing with his sister. he muttered a few last encouraging words to himself, just as the door to his room swung open and your smiling face came into his view. his body tensed up as he watched you open your mouth. the nickname was coming and tobio was ready for it.

“angel!” you smiled brightly, closing the door behind you, walking to your boyfriend, who stood frozen in his spot. angel… angel was new. you had never called him that before.

his face flushed, red replacing his normal skin tone, his heart fluttering immensely.

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[2dmenenthusiast]

I can't remember if I sent this to you already but could I request headcanons for aizawa, hizashi and Toshinori finding their s/o that has a chipmunk quirk that makes her fall into hibernation when it's too cold (kinda like tsu) but when the guys find her with her heart rate low and her breathing shallow maybe they freak a little bc she didn't tell them about that part of her quirk yet

omggggg this idea is literally so cute I got so excited when I first read it. Also thank you love for comin through with the requests, I really appreciate it! <3 I also hella struggled cuz like, what can someone with a chipmunk quirk do? Stuff their cheeks? Climb up trees? Also I legit forgot what a chipmunk even looked like I had to look it up lmaoooo im so dumb it hurts

Aizawa is an intimidating fella, okay

So when you first told him about your quirk, you were lowkey embarrassed?

Like, here’s this grown-ass man with a badass quirk who is more than capable of taking down villains and defending himself, and here you are just-

🐿️

But you know what’s great about this man? He couldn’t give less of a shit about your quirk or anything like that. He strikes me as the type to care more about personality than anything else

concealing your quirk is fairly easy. People probably wouldn’t even know you had one if it wasn’t for the small fluffy ears popping out of the top of your head, and even then you could just cover them with a hat

But that doesn’t mean you don’t experience the effects of your own quirk just because it’s subtle

You have a mutant type quirk, so you experience certain things that actual chipmunks do

Sometimes you won’t even notice that you’re stuffing your cheeks to full capacity with whatever you’re eating before Aizawa has to cut you off and just be like

“y/n. Chew.”

Or when you’re rushing, you’re usually going so fast that Aizawa can barely even see you zooming from room to room

you can also get kinda skittish at times, your ears twitching whenever you hear a noise that sounds weird or out of place, and you’ll just look at Aizawa with wide eyes until he checks out what made a noise that he could barely hear

“y/n, it was just some kids outside.”

“Oh... sorry, Sho.”

he wants to be frustrated, but he knows it’s not your fault. And honestly? He finds you so cute that he can’t really stay mad at you

So he’ll just let out a huff before patting your head lovingly, grazing his fingers over your ears (Which he KNOWS are sensitive, that asshole)

Experiencing long periods of deep sleep is also a thing. You wouldn’t call it hibernation cuz you still have to do normal, everyday things, but there are times during the winter where you’ll sleep for a few days in a row and only get up to go to the bathroom or eat

And since you can’t actually burrow into the floor of your home, you usually make a blanket fort in the corner of your bedroom and stuff all of the pillows and blankets you can in there until it’s nice and warm, ready for you to bury yourself in

and you might’ve left that little part of your quirk out when you moved in together. whoops

So when Shouta comes home and sees the living room couch void of all of its pillows, he’s not expecting to walk into your shared bedroom and see you curled up in a blanket fort

he’s a bit curious at first, just kinda looking at you like “All right, I guess this is normal?”

and he’ll crouch down and kinda examine you for a bit before he eventually wonders if you’re even breathing? You’re burried under blankets, so he can’t really see your chest moving

eventually he’ll check and see that your breathing is abnormally slow and he kinda just... pauses and checks again to make sure he’s not going crazy.

and he wont deny that he kinda freaks out at first, his immediate thought being that he needs to get you out of there, but the second he grabs the blankets to pull them off of you he’s like wait... hold up.

then it all clicks

you’re a mutant with a chipmunk quirk...

c h i p m u n k

safe to say he’s relieved, so he just lets you be and goes about his day. 

When you wake up a few hours later to go to the bathroom, you come out of the bedroom with your clothes practically on backwards, rubbing at your eyes and stumbling past Aizawa like he’s not even there. And when you’re done, it’s right back to sleep you go

“Back to bed?” Aizawa would ask as he watches you with an amused smirk on his face

“Mhm.”

“Okay. Goodnight, y/n”

“Mm’night.

Listen, when he first heard of your quirk, he thought it was the cutest shit ever

“Your quirk is Chipmunk?! That’s SOOOOOOOO CUUUUUUUTE!”

No he’s legit your number one hype man. If you think your quirk is lame, he’s literally shouting at you how cool he thinks you are.

“You can stuff so much food in your mouth, y/n! And that’s pretty dope if you ask me! I’m totally jealous!”

speaking of food, he’ll just randomly ask you to shove as much as you can of one thing in your cheeks until they’re at full capacity.

“Hey y/n, think you can shove this whole pack of jumbo marshmallows in your cheeks?”

“But... I just bought those :(”

“I’ll buy you more, LET’S DO THIS!!!”

also asks you the dumbest questions omg. You don’t know if he’s genuinely curious or if he’s just doing it to piss you off

“So do you just eat nuts all day?”

“You’ve seen me eat, Hizashi. No.”

“Do you prefer to sleep in trees?”

“That would be extremely uncomfortable.”

“Ooh you’d probably be great frieds with Kamui Woods then.”

“Did you not hear what I just said?”

He also REALLY likes your ears. Like an unhealthy amount? Whenever you’re around he literally wont stop touching them and even tugs on them playfully until you’re swatting at his hands and telling him to go away

He can’t help that they’re so cute :(

so on a particuallry cold day in winter when he has to go to work at the school, he leaves your home while you’re sleeping, only to come home hours later to find you... still sleeping?

You haven’t moved an inch the entire time he’s been gone, so needless to say, he’s a litle concerned.

and when he checks to see if you’re still alive only to discover your heart rate is super slow, he’s A LOT concerned

His brain just goes to the most dramatic thing he can think of, which is that you’re in some weird coma and need to wake up

so rather than, i dont know, gently shaking you awake like a normal person, he grabs you buy your shoulders and starts shaking you violently while shouting your name loud as fuck

“Y/NNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNNN”

“JESUS FUCKING CHRIST!”

you literally wake up so violently, you sit right up and shove him off of you before asking what’s wrong with him, pretty sure you’ve officially gone deaf

He then explains that he thought you were in a coma or something cuz your heartbeat was so slow, and at that point you just roll your eyes because of course he would come up with this ridiculous conclusion

“Hizashi, my quirk is chipmunk and it’s a mutation quirk.”

He doesn’t even get what you’re getting at, just tilting his head in confusion as he squints at you.

“What do chipmunks do in the winter, babe?”

Cue more confused squinting

“Oh my god, they hibernate, you headass.”

it finally clicks and the look on his face makes it seem like he just learned the secret of the universe, and afterwards he’s going on about how cool that is while you just roll your eyes and lay back down to try and go back to sleep, bringing the blanket over your head to try and drown him out

He eventually gets the hint and leaves, but after a while, you kinda feel bad for blowing up on him. He was just concerned and didn’t fully understand your quirk

so letting out a huff, you pull the blanket down and call out his name, to which he immediately runs to you at the sound of, asking you what you need

you just wordlessly lift up the blanket to expose the empty side of the bed, and oh boy, the size of the grin he gets on his face is unmatched

immediately throws off his hero costume so that you can both be comfortable and jumps into bed with you, holding you impossibly close

you fall asleep in a matter of minutes while he just looks at you fondly, hand soothingly rubbing your back.

Just like the other two, he finds you incredibly cute. Like mans is in love, okay?

everytime he sees your little ears twitch, he just gets the strongest urge to touch them, but he never does without your consent becuase he knows how sensitive they are.

“Uh... y/n, do you mind if I... touched your ears?” 

Baby probably feels so awkward asking ugh PLEASE REASSURE HIM

“Oh? Yeah, of course, Toshi. Knock yourself out.”

oooh he’s excited. He’ll be super gentle about it, just lightly grazing them with his fingers before gently rubbing them between his thumb and forefinger

and at that point you’re littlerally melting, practically falling into him because him caressing your ears like this feels absolutely amazing

When he sees how it’s affecting you, he immediately becomes a blushing mess and apologizes, but you just hug him and tell him it’s okay and that you liked it

yeah he definitely rubs your ears whenever you’re feeling stressed or anxious because it’s become a quick way to relax you

only when he does it though. If anyone else randomly touches your ears, you get kinda uncomfortable

Just because they don’t look human doesn’t mean they still weren’t a part of you, dammit

Anyways, one day when you’re waiting for Toshi to come back home, you’ve got yourself wrapped up like a burrito in your blanket, sitting on the couch as you watched tv

it had been snowing all day, but luckily Toshinori had turned up the thermostat before he left, remembering how you mentioned that you’re not a huge fan of the cold

unfortunately for you, the harsh weather had no trouble taking out the power, leaving you in the dark and the cold

it didn’t take long for the cold to start seeping in through the cracks in the windows, and you quickly began to grow tired before you inevitibly passed out on the couch, still wrapped tightly in your blanket

When Toshi gets home and sees you on the couch, his first reaction is “aw, how cute.”

but then when he comes up to you and starts calling out your name to try and wake you up and you just won’t, and then he notices how much your breathing has slowed down, he quickly growns concerened.

He’s not in full panic mode yet, but he’s getting there, and he’s quick to crouch down to your level and grab your shoulders to start shaking you to wake you up

which you do, blinking groggily at him like you weren’t just in full hibernation mode

“Oh... Hey, Toshi,” you mumble, and you reach up to wrap your arms around his neck to pull him down so that you can nuzzle yourself into his warm chest

He’s not able to ask you about what happened to you before you’ve already fallen back asleep, and when the power comes back on a few minutes later, he does a quick google search on chipmunks and mutant quirks before putting two and two together

Now he’s thinking of all the ways he could make you something to burrow into during those especially cold winters

#mha headcanons #mha x reader #all might headcanons #toshinori headcanons #toshinori x reader #aizawa headcanons #shouta aizawa x reader #present mic headcanons #present mic x reader #hizashi yamada x reader #bnha headcanons #eraserhead headcanons #eraserhead x reader #request #ask

[sroloc--elbisivni]

Take It Easy

Tumblr deleted the ask, but @stuffbyshelby2 requested Ratchet/Wheeljack/Sparkplug. This is short and sweet but I hope it delivers! Title from, of course, the Eagles.

What with the repairs out in New York, Sparkplug knows it’s been a while since he’s crashed in his official room in Autobot Headquarters, but how long it’s been doesn’t quite hit home until he’s trying to take a nap and he opens the door of his little bunkroom to discover the bed is covered in greasy tools. “Hm.” This probably won’t do even if he moves the tools. He closes the door again and heads back to the shop halfway across the ship, yawning as he goes. The bots call it the medbay, but Sparkplug’s been working on machines for a long time. A shop is a shop is a shop as far as he’s concerned, and this one certainly qualifies with its drawers full of nuts and bolts, platforms for lifting and lowering heavy equipment, and smell of oil. Downright comforting in how familiar it is.

Ratchet and Wheeljack are comforting in how familiar they are, too, bent over their project with tools in hand. Or out of hand, in Ratchet’s case, welding torch sprouting from one finger as Wheeljack holds a pair of plates together for him. It really is a marvel to watch them work, and Sparkplug stands in the doorway maybe longer than he should, leaning on the wall to catch a bit of rest. Ratchet notices he’s there first and shuts off the flame of his torch to wag one finger at him. “And just what do you think you’re doing here? You’re supposed to be recharging right now. You can’t put it off forever, don’t try to pretend!” He can’t, especially at his age, but his sleep schedule is a little more forgiving than the recharge cycles the ‘bots follow. When they’re done, they’re done, no matter where they are or what they’re doing. Ratchet’s long since decided to be stricter about Sparkplug’s sleeping schedule to accommodate. “Forgot I needed to clean my room,” Sparkplug said. “Don’t tell Spike, he’ll never let me hear the end of it. Figured I’d just borrow the cot for a while.” “You sure you don’t want a ride home?” Wheeljack asks, his headlights flashing in a way Sparkplug knows means ‘concern.’ “Oh, no, no, I’m good here,” Sparkplug reassures him. “Wouldn’t want to take you away from your work.” Truth be told, he doesn’t want particularly to go home to his cold, dark empty house. In New York, he’d been staying in a little apartment over the garage where they were doing repairs on the fleet of cars Megatron had turned to his own nefarious purposes. He’d gotten used to coming down in the morning to find Ratchet and Wheeljack working, to chatting with them while sipping on a cup of coffee or having them talking when he went to bed. Even working while they had been recharging had seemed less lonely, with them right nearby in their vehicle modes. Sometimes when they’d both been resting at the same time, he’d slept in Wheeljack’s backseat. The crick in his neck had been worth the rumbling, soothing presence of someone else nearby. The cot’s an old, metal army medical model but the sheets are clean and the blankets are the soft kind of microfiber the Autobots prefer for polishing cloth, not anything scratchy. Sparkplug fluffs the pillow once or twice and stretches out, secure up against the Ark’s orange walls. Ratchet and Wheeljack are both still watching him, suspicious, so he waves and blows them a kiss for good measure. “Goodnight, fellas,” he mumbles, eyes already drifting shut. He lies awake for a few minutes more, listening to them clanking before Wheeljack starts humming a song Sparkplug doesn’t know. The melody reverberates through the metal all around him, a soft vibration that makes his bones buzz pleasantly. It’s a good way to fall asleep.

When he wakes up, there’s a loft in the workshop where there wasn’t one before. Large enough for a bed. And a coffeemaker, probably. Ratchet and Wheeljack are recharging next to each other, under it, in vehicle mode with their headlights facing Sparkplug. He rests one hand on each of their hoods before he leaves to go order a bed. And to think of a good way to say ‘thanks.’

#sroloc writes stuff #stuffbyshelby2 #2021 prompts #wheeljack #ratchet #sparkplug witwicky #is this transformers

[camthesolemnone]

*crashes through door*

HI I HAVE ANOTHER ONE!!

Ok. Soulmate AU!! it's the one with the red string connecting you to your soul mate by your pinkie. Make up some rules for it if you need to!! I like to do the thing where the string gets tighter/looser as they move closer and farther from their s/o.

Ok, goodnight, I love you, bye!

*mwah*

*passes out just outside door*

Whoops accidentally made Zhanna older than Heavy in this one. Well I mean, maybe she is, but I've always written Mikhail as the oldest child in his family. Anyway, enjoy!

Wide eyes full of tears and flushed cheeks was what Mama came across upon turning to face who was tugging at her shawl. Little Zhanna, no more than five, was highly concerned about her baby brother.

"Mama! Misha’s finger is blue!"

Fearing that her son had developed gangrene from the cold brought on by the heavy storm outside, the distressed mother turned away from her soup pot and made haste towards the living room.

"Zhanna! Go get your father!" She instructed, entering the space, and the small girl nodded rapidly as she dashed off to where Papa was doing laundry.

Mama approached her child. The infant was situated in the center of the carpet, tiny hands shaking and eyes also leaking. Mikhail couldn't form words yet. He could only helplessly wail as he became light-headed; he had lost all feeling in his pinkie finger.

Mama kneeled down near him, and Zhanna and Papa appeared a second later.

"What is going on! Is moy syn alright?" The older man cried.

Mama took the boy’s hands in her own and examined them closely. As Zhanna had announced, his left pinkie was a light shade a blue. At the base of Mikhail’s finger was a small red string, fastened so tightly that it constricted the blood flow. The Russian mother breathed a sigh of relief.

“There is nothing to fear, he has simply acquired his soulstring,” Mama explained, standing up and giving her family a reassuring nod.

Papa let out his own held breath at the fortunate news, but Zhanna simply stared at her parents in confusion.

“Mama, what is a soulstring?”

Her father reached out to grasp her mother’s hand, and the two of them smiled down at their daughter.

“Young Zhanna, a soulstring is leetle red string around your pinkie that connects you to your soulmate: the person you are destined to fall in love with. Some people’s thread appears immediately after birth, but for others, it can take several years before their special partner is chosen,” Mama revealed.

Papa added on, motioning to Mikhail in the process.

“The tighter the string is, the farther you are away from your soulmate. Seeing as your brother’s is strong enough to cut off circulation, there is good chance his soulmate does not live in this country.”

Zhanna glanced over at the thread on Mikhail’s finger and then back to her parents, crossing her arms.

“What happens to the string when you find your ‘soulmate?’“ Zhanna inquired.

Papa crouched down to ruffle his daughter’s hair while Mama picked up Mikhail and left the room to resume dinner.

“Once you meet fated love, the string falls off for good,” he explained.

The small girl beamed and ran a hand through her black hair.

“Chudesno! I can’t wait to get my soulstring!”

.

Mikhail had given up on his chances of ever finding his love or feeling his finger again.

Forty seven years had passed since the red string initially appeared on his pinkie, and not once had he ever felt it loosen up. He felt hopeless and silently wondered most days if the higher beings had made a mistake. Maybe he truly wasn’t attached to anyone and they had tied the thread just to spite him. Instead, the Russian decided to spend his time taking care of his family.

His father had long since passed and Yana and Bronislava had run off with their soulmates, but at least Mikhail could still provide for his mother and Zhanna.

An ad in the newspaper intrigued him one morning: a mercenary job in America offering thousands. The giant immediately took to calling the company, known as Mann Co., and asked for a position. Not only would he be able to make enough money to provide a comfortable life for Mama and his sister, he was delighted at the opportunity to wield guns against evil men with no consequence. Moving away from the Russian blizzards would also prove to be a positive change.

Within two months of his interview, the new Heavy Weapons Specialist was landing down in New Mexico. A few days were spent getting used to his new surroundings and signing paperwork, but eventually, the bus came by his hotel to take him to the Reliable Excavation Demolition base. 

While lounging in the tough leather seat, Heavy glanced at the surrounding seats and took notice of two other men sitting in the back. They both wore red and yellow bands on their arms, indicating they were some of Mikhail’s new teammates. Preferring not to spend a year with a group of people who disliked him, the Russian moved to the back of the bus to make a good first impression.

“Privet, I am Heavy Weapons Guy,” he began.

The two men looked up from their respective pieces of literature. The younger of the two lazily held and flipped a baseball magazine with one hand. The other man, taller and masked, was gripping a thick, plain-covered novel.

“Yo! I heard that our Heavy was supposed to be, well, you know, heavy, but damn you’re fa--OWW!” The Bostonian shouted, being met with a swift slap from the man sitting beside him.

“Please ignore Scout here. This rotten bunny doesn’t seem to have any manners.”

“Go to hell, you French bastard!” Scout shot back.

The insults continued and Heavy found himself silently slinking back into his seat. He had the strength to snap both of them like toothpicks if he so desired, but it was better not to end his career before it started.

Along the ride, the bus stopped several times to pick up the rest of the RED team. First came their pyromaniac and engineer, then the sniper and soldier. The demolition’s expert came by himself and the final stop was saved for a relatively young woman in a purple dress.

“Er, hello, everyone. I am Miss Pauling, your boss’s secretary. I’m scheduled to give you guys a tour around the base and to break down your jobs. Raise your hand if you have any questions and please, try to cooperate with one another,” the woman sighed.

Dell, the shortest man on the team with a yellow hardhat, raised his hand.

“Yes, Engineer?” Miss Pauling prompted.

“Isn’t there supposed to be one more fella here with us?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

Miss Pauling glanced toward the ceiling briefly as if she were really pondering the answer before turning to Engineer.

“Medic’s flight got delayed due to a massive snowstorm in Berlin. He should be here tomorrow at the earliest.”

It was impossible to notice the difference just by looking at it, but Mikhail nearly jerked forward when he felt it. Was he really going insane in his desperation? Had the string really just loosened? It most certainly had, he had felt the pressure ease up ever so slightly, but something in the back of his mind that told him it was just his imagination. The giant shook his head and groaned, barely able to pay attention to anything else Miss Pauling said.

His mind became a battlefield of longing versus absurdity. The thread had suffocated him during his prime. There was no possible explanation as to why his soulmate would be appearing now of all times. By forty seven, Mikhail was overweight, balding, had several scars from his time in Siberia, and was rated ugly by every woman he had attempted to romance. He couldn’t think of a single reason as to why his love would find him attractive now, and it deepened the eternal hole in his heart.

But Heavy held onto the faintest thread of hope. Maybe, just maybe, his suffering was about to come to an end. He would meet with the woman or man fate had binded him to, and he could finally be happy.

That night, Mikhail stared at his bedroom ceiling wide awake. Once their team’s doctor arrived in New Mexico, he would know for certain what destiny had in store for him.

.

Ludwig’s attempt at getting some shut eye on the flight failed. He couldn’t fall asleep even if he wanted to, for his pinkie was regaining its color. Somehow, this job as a battlefield medic that he had selected out of the blue was leading his soul to its missing half.

“It’s only a matter of time,” he murmured to himself, eyes more hopeful than the day he earned his doctorate’s degree.

.

Heavy awoke to the sound of loud yelling and banging on his door.

“Attention! You will be dressed and be stationed in the recreational room for role call in five minutes! That is an order!” Soldier commanded.

The softer, more compassionate voice of Miss Pauling sighed and spoke through the door.

“I’m sorry Heavy. I couldn’t say anything to convince him not to come with me to wake you guys up. Just settle down in the rec room in a few minutes, okay?”

Mikhail groaned, both from a lack of sleep and the sudden wake-up call. He complied, however, adorning his red, short sleeved shirt, his bulletproof vest, the bandolier for his minigun, pants, a belt, and a pair of sturdy combat boots.

When the heavy weapon’s specialist arrived in the rec room, it was absolute chaos. Spy had moved on from insulting Scout to bickering with Sniper, Demoman was already sloshing around a bottle of alcohol, Scout had stolen Engineer’s hardhat and was taunting him with it, and Soldier was shouting at a terrified looking Pyro.

“RED Team! Enough! It’s only the first day and you’re already at each other’s throats!” Miss Pauling stomped, placing her hands on her hips.

Some the the mercenaries, including Heavy, faced towards their higher-up while the others continued to do their own thing.

“Now look, your first battle will begin as soon as Medic arrives. I’m heading over to the airport to pick him up, so I advise you all check over your equipment,” her words more of a command than a suggestion.

Heavy’s eyes widened. He felt it again. 

He decided in that moment that polishing Sascha could wait.

Before Miss Pauling could leave the room, the large man scurried over to her and placed a massive hand on her shoulder to grab her attention.

“Yes, Heavy? Do you need something?” She asked plainly.

Mikhail nodded, his cheeks slightly flushed.

“Da, I want to come to airport with you, if you do not mind. I promise not to cause any problems.”

Pauling raised an eyebrow.

“Pozhaluysta, Miss,” the Russian begged, rubbing his forever blue pinkie with his other hand.

Miss Pauling opened her mouth to speak, but her words died on her lips when she noticed the tiny gesture. Instead, she gave him a short nod of understanding and proceeded out of the building.

.

In the car, Heavy’s leg bounced. His breathing was deep, and his whole body seemed to sweat with fear and anticipation. With every inch the vehicle moved, he could feel the burden on his finger lighten up. This wasn’t just some illusion or dream, it was really happening. After forty seven years of waiting, he was about to meet the love of his life.

Miss Pauling took note of his anxiousness, but didn’t say anything during the trip, giving Mikhail plenty of time to ask himself a million questions. What would his lover look like? Would they be a man or a woman? Would they have a heart of gold, or a rotten core that sought to make the Russian miserable at every turn?

Finally, the airport was in sight. Mikhail could hardly withstand the separation between himself and his soulmate. He wanted, needed to find his other half. He needed to shower them with all of the affection he had been waiting so long to administer. He needed to hear their voice and inhale their scent and feel their body against his own.

Miss Pauling nearly tripped over her high heels trying to catch up with the eager Russian. She had seem some truly heartwarming instances of soulmates meeting over the years, but never before in her life had she seen someone so desperate to unite with their fated love.

.

He had to hold onto a railing as he stepped out of the plane to avoid passing out. 

Ludwig had always experienced air-sickness while flying, but more than that, his hand was trembling. The string that had plagued his right hand for decades was loose, looser than it had ever been before. The doctor was overwhelmed; he wanted to throw up and cry tears of happiness at the same time. This was his moment, his soulmate was waiting for him.

As he stood near the loading gate, the thread loosened further, and it signaled that his soon-to-be lover was getting closer, closer.

Unable to withhold his excitement, Medic dashed across the airport. He got caught up in several crowds and passed right by the luggage pickup, but none of that mattered. He was following his heart’s call now; he let the slackening of his bindings guide his every step.

.

“Heavy! Please slow down!” Miss Pauling yelled, but the giant had blocked her out a long time ago.

There was only one voice he was willing to let in now. He pushed past a group of adults with the tiniest apology as he charged up the stairs. If he were anywhere else, he would have most likely been stared at and thrown out by security. In the chaos of the airport, everyone assumed he was simply running to reunite with a loved one.

An opening in the crowds.

Everything went silent.

The world slowed down.

Mikhail spotted him, his soulmate across the grand building. He was more handsome than he could have ever imagined, and although he didn’t know it yet, Ludwig also firmly believed that he had just encountered an angel.

The soulstring unraveled and landed on the ground.

All remaining distance between them was covered in a second. The force of the impact sent them to the ground, but neither of them cared. Arms wrapped around strong bodies, tears spilled out of adoring eyes, and lips whispered the pledges of love they had so desperately longed to hear.

At last, Mikhail and Ludwig were home.

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[darkmatter-nebula]

I woke up from a nap only to find out that it's almost midnight here in Germany. I'm going to sleep. Goodnight, my dear fellas! See you all later! 😘

I'm going to take care of the "Lost But Now Found" AU drabble requests that are sitting in my inbox as soon as I wake up! If anyone of you lovely people have more "Lost But Now Found" AU drabble requests about Colli you want me to write for you, feel free to come into my inbox! It's always open for you! No matter if the requests are angsty, fluffy or contain hurt/comfort! You can put in as many as you wish! Like I said, I would write the drabbles as soon as I wake up!

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[comfortwriting]

Why’d you only call me when you’re high? - G.W

George Weasley x Reader inspired by the song ‘Why’d you only call me when you’re high?’ by Arctic Monkeys.

A/N: After seeing so many edits of the twins with this song it inspired me to write a one-shot based on the song, enjoy!

About: The reader and George have a fwb relationship and they both want much more from their relationship, George confronts her about this when he’s high.

Theme: problematic, leads to fluff.

Warnings: Partying, mentions of drug use.

The mirror's image, It tells me it's home time, But I'm not finished, 'Cause you're not by my side.

You’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy crashing muggle parties during the summer, you bloody loved it. They were so different, so odd but they were harmless compared to the witches and wizards you fell into the wrong crowd with. 

Tonight you crashed yet another muggle party, each and every time you invited George to come along, the man of the hour, the fella on your arm. But each and every time he arrived late, later and later with every one that passed by. 

You and him messed around together, but both of your parents had grown suspicious and wouldn't allow the two of you to hang out in your bedroom with the door closed. The burrow was too busy and loud for you to explore one another, you had planned to tell him how you truly felt but each and every time you got close Ron would yell at Fred, followed by Molly scolding the two of them.

Truth is, you kept inviting him to these parties you gate-crashed because you were hoping it would give you a chance to figure out if you could be much more than just friends who fucked, you wanted to be much more and so did George. 

Difference is, George wouldn’t and couldn’t find the courage to open up to you about his feelings. If you were to bring up the subject when he was sober he would go quiet, trying to change the subject. Hell, now that you thought about it, he only ever reached out to you when he was high; but funnily enough you were the one who introduced him to the green shit muggles raved about.

Looking at your watch, growing tired of the waiting game, you decided to head back home. You had been at this party for hours now and you got as equally tired questioning whether George would show up or not.

Taking off your high heels feeling too drunk to walk in them you held them in your hand and walked home.

And as I arrived I thought I saw you leaving, Carrying your shoes, Decided that once again I was just dreaming, Of bumping into you.

The golden haired boy turned up to the party moments after you left, his eyes were red and he looked rather mellow. Looking around the room he tried to figure out the faces who stared back at him, offering him drinks and trying to ask him questions. When describing your beautiful features to the other party goers to try and find out where you were, it became clear to him that you weren’t there.

Feeling disappointed he left the boring party, pulling out the strange flip up muggle phone you gifted him for Christmas he managed to work out how to call you. To his disappointment you didn’t pick up, so he tried again, over and over.

Now it's three in the morning, And I'm trying to change your mind, Left you multiple missed calls And to my message you reply. Why'd you only call me when you're high? High Why'd you only call me when you're high?

Hearing your phone go off for what seemed like the seventh time you gave in, you flipped up your phone. The white light from the little square screen glared at you in the dark, causing you to squint your eyes you pressed the square buttons with little letters on them, texting him.

Y/N:  Why'd you only call me when you're high?

George: hi?

Y/N: You’ve been smoking that stuff again, haven't you?

George: where were you

Y/N: I could ask you the same thing :/

George: :/ ????

Y/N: its a disappointed face, you plonker.

Even though you were disappointed at him, you couldn’t help but giggle, but in all fairness you were proud of him for getting the hang of a muggle phone.

Somewhere darker, Talking the same shite, I need a partner, Well are you out tonight?

It's harder and harder to get you to listen, More I get through the gears, Incapable of making alright decisions, And having bad ideas.

George: you coming out then?

Y/N: It’s 3AM George, you woke me up, was sleeping.

George: well answer my calls then, I need to talk to you

Y/N: can this wait until tomorrow? you stood me up tonight.

George: I was late, actually

Y/N:  Why'd you only call me when you're high?

George: please love, just pick up when I ring you.

Y/N: I’m going to bed, George. I’m tired. Goodnight x

Now it's three in the morning, And I'm trying to change your mind, Left you multiple missed calls And to my message you reply. (Message you reply) Why'd you only call me when you're high? (Why'd you only call me when you're) High

Why'd you only call me when you're high?

Realising that ringing you wouldn’t help, George decided he would turn up to your house, more than willing to have his mother shout at him the next morning whilst he’d be on a come down. He wouldn’t have another chance to tell you how he felt and he wanted to take advantage of the moment.

Laying in your bed you heard a stone hit your window, grabbing a pillow you shoved it over your head covering your ears. But unfortunately, if you continued to ignore George you wouldn’t be getting any sleep. More stones hit your window. 

Giving in, you climbed out of bed and walked over to the window. Looking out you spotted a high George picking up more stones, you opened the window trying not to smile at him. 

“Alright! Alright! I’m coming.” You hissed at him in a low whisper, waving at him. 

George felt relieved knowing he finally got your attention.

And I can't see you here when I'm high, Sort of feels like I'm running out of time, I haven't found all I was hoping to find, You said you got to be up in the morning, Gonna have an early night, And you starting to bore me, baby, Why'd you only call me when you're high?

Closing the front door quietly, you stepped out into the freezing cold, the cold air nipped at your bare arms and legs; George loved the sight of you in a tight vest and booty shorts.

“Now can we talk?” George smiled wrapping an arm around, rubbing his hand against your skin trying to warm you up. 

“Not here, come with me.” You took hold of his hand and sneaked him inside.

The two of sat down on your bed, the moonlight shining through the window. 

“I’ve wanted to tell you this for the longest time, but I’ve never had the confidence to when sober.” He said quietly “You got me using a bloody muggle phone, Y/N.”

You could tell that whatever George wanted to tell you was serious, so instead of scolding him for smoking a bit of ‘ganja’ as the muggles called it.

“What is it?” you asked him, still holding his hand.

“When we’re together, everything feels perfect. I feel safe. When we hold hands, kiss, sleep together. It means so much more to me... I want us to be more than what we agreed on.” He breathed out. 

A wide smile spread across your face, you were relieved, the boy you love felt the same way. This entire time. 

Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high? Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?

Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?

Why'd you only ever phone me when you're high?

“That's why I’ve been smoking that stuff, makes me feel relaxed about how I feel, it makes me feel more confident to get it out in the air.”

You rested your hand against George’s freckled face, circling your thumb on his cheek. “I was hoping you would say that” you smiled at him.

George opened his mouth to speak but couldn’t, he felt as if his biggest wish had finally come true. That or the weed had been laced, luckily it wasn’t the latter.

You kissed George softly and pulled back, the two of you sporting pink cheeks.

“So, more than friends?” George asked.

“So much more.”

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[darkacademicfrom2021]

Away. So, so far away.

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Word count: 2K

Warnings: bullet wounds, hospital, swearing.

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Oh darling, please believe me

I’ll never do you no harm… 

The music reverberated through the whole floor. You danced around, and Bucky was the only one that joined you, if not a little shyly. Tony sat on the couch flipping through some news and sighed as he asked you to change to a better music.

“Nothing is better than The Beatles, Stark”, you said in between laughs, and Bucky flipped you in the air. His strength almost matched Loki’s, and you weren’t afraid of him dropping you to the floor.

Believe me when I tell you,

I’ll never do you no harm.

“Uh, I beg to differ”, he raised an eyebrow, still with his eyes on his current research. “By the way, are you coming to the next mission?”.

“I’ll ask Loki. I told him he could join me”.

“Well?”, he inquired, pointing with his head at the door from your room. You didn’t know if you wanted to say it out loud. The common room had not only Tony, but also Bucky, Steve and Clint. You sighed. "He's sleeping".

"Liar. You wouldn't be here".

“Okay. He’s out now”.

“Where? It’s four in the morning”, he laughed, and then dropped his news to look at you with concern, realizing. “Oh”.

“No, it’s not… it’s not what you think. He goes on walks to keep his mind busy”, you lied.

“Sure. At four in the morning”.

Oh darling, if you leave me,

I’ll never make it alone.

“Yes, we don’t question his ways, okay? He’s been feeling bad”, you defended him, and turned the music higher. With a hand gesture, you invited Steve to dance with you. He chuckled and accepted it.

Truth was, you had no idea where Loki was now. He kissed you goodnight when he thought you were asleep, muttered something along the lines of I’m sorry, I’ll get this fixed, and left around midnight. He should have been in bed by now, and you couldn’t call him or check on him in any way. Not without compromising the secretism, anyway.

And you were upset. You were so, so upset, because you’ve had fights about this for the past week, and still he thought it best to just do as he pleased when you were supposedly asleep. You were so, so upset. But concerned at best, because he never told you what his plan was about. He had no regard for his safety. He could be getting injured, at best. He could be getting killed under the hands of the Mad Titan or whoever huge predecessor of Layfey that would be guarding the throne. He could be getting hurt and killed and in pain and he blocked you out so you could do nothing about it.

So you danced. You drank coffee to keep you awake until he came home, and moved your hips to the rhythm of the music. Trying to forget the matter for a while.

Believe me when I beg you,

Don’t ever leave me alone.

“Hey”, called Thor, walking in with the pillow marks on his face. “Turn down that thing, it’s too late”, he asked. “Oh, you’re here. Where is my brother? Sleeping?”.

“On a long and weird walk”, said Clint without looking away from Steve’s awful dance moves. He was getting ready to pull off his phone and become famous on tiktok. You spinned under Steve’s old-fashioned steps.

“Walk? At these hours?”, he laughed. “My brother doesn’t do that”.

“Yes, he does”, you said nonchalantly, trying to hide your unease. Maybe you should’ve stayed in your room. That way, your loneliness in the late night wouldn’t be too evident.

You had grabbed Loki by the wrist before he left. He knew he didn’t leave you sleeping—you asked him to stay. You told him there was nothing he could do about it anymore. He murmured he could and he would, and the mere thought of being able to fix it all kept him up at night anyway, so he might as well go and get it.

You told him if he loved you he would stay. He told you he was doing this because he loved you. He told you it was the —only— way to keep both of you safe and together. You thought he was wrong, and that thought remained there, eating your brains alive, while you tried to dance it out. A knot in your throat kept you from talking any further.

When you told me you didn't need me anymore,

Well you know I nearly broke down and cried.

When you told me you didn't need me anymore,

Well you know I nearly broke down and died.

“Where is Loki?”, asked Thor once again, coming out of his room when the sun had already setted widely on the sky. No rain, a clear day, perfect for flying. The mission would start in the next three hours, and you were still waiting.

“Look, I really need to get a confirmation on whether I’m having you on the mission or not”, said Tony, losing his patience. “He’ll come back at some point, but you don’t need to worry about him. He’s a God on Earth. What would happen? He’d get mugged and stab the damn robber?”, he joked, and you pretended to laugh.

“You’re right. I’m going, count me in”.

Where was he, now?

Something was for sure, he was away.

And a week had passed. A whole week with its seven days, and you've received no notice whatsoever of your lover.

Thor seemed to know, yet he couldn't bring himself to say anything. He said it wasn't his place. He said he didn't know what Loki was thinking about. He said he didn't want to misinterpret his messages. He said a lot of things and none of them were comforting. None of them fulfilled your need to know —where is he, is he well, is he traveling, is he locked up, is he dead, is he with someone else, is he ever coming back, is he even trying to communicate—what's going on?

In the quinjet, you looked down the window. Bucky and Thor were in front of you, and Tony by your side, explaining the steps of the next mission. You weren't listening much. Just nodded. You knew those things never went as planned —having plans would usually get worse outcomes, from your experience. Plans wouldn't work.

You had one small plan; climb a mountain. You were going to a marvelous place, and you always wanted to climb them. It was completely possible you could get a few hours off, if not half a day to go and get it. You'd maybe convince your teammates.

Whatever you could do to keep your mind away from Loki's suicidal mission, whatever that may be.

"Buckle up, fellas", said Tony, getting into his suit already. "There's fighting to get through right now. We'll have to do the brainy part after".

And just like that, Thor with Mjölnir in hand, Bucky ripping off his sleeve and you getting your boots adjusted, jumped off the quinjet and landed on soft grass.

There weren't many people you had to fight. They were just very strong. You held your grip to Tony's suit as he flew with you all around the forest.

The rest… you might know how it goes. As it always does. You’re too reckless—words from everyone on the team, all the time—and you jumped off too quickly to catch Bucky’s bullet.

“Are you OUT OF YOUR MIND?”, yelled Bucky as he approached you. He applied pressure on the bullet wound and you gasped for your dear air as you felt a little dizzier and dizzier.

“You were about to get shot!”, you justified.

“I’m a supersoldier, you fucking idiot”.

“Do I look like I make rational decisions on the run?”.

“Here, as you lay on the floor bleeding out from an unnecessary bullet wound that would’ve been a fucking scratch on me? Yeah, no shit, you make great decisions on the run”.

“I thought you were shy to talk”.

“No, I just keep my mouth shut because people aren’t so stupid for me to talk back to them, but you just…”.

“Agh!”, you contorted in pain and then James decided to stop bitching about how you saved him from the hit—when he so clearly wanted to get shot instead—why would he care so much? “Could you… take me to the quinjet? There’s gotta be like a first aid kit in there or something”.

“What? You gonna put a bandaid over the bullet and call it a day? Come on, I’m taking you to the medbay”.

“No way, Buck. They’ll get me to a hospital for the day and won’t let me participate on the mission. Come on, just patch me up a little and don’t say anything”.

James rolled his eyes and scoffed.

“No”.

He took you to the medbay, and, as you predicted, you spent the night in the hospital. The whole night, and woke up the next morning in that same goddamn white bed with white sheets, surrounded by white walls and white everything. Except a dusted friend, who had been holding your hand the whole time.

Bucky, scratched from head to toe and very clearly lacking a shower and a good night of sleep, didn’t let go of your hand even when you woke up. And damn you who were only thinking about how that should be Loki by your side.

“Hey, morning sleepy head”.

“What are you doing here? You should be on the mission”, you reproached him with a smile. “Not here, being a good friend and all”.

“I wanted a day off work”.

You laughed. He seemed too tired to even move.

“Thanks”, you sighed, and looking out of the window, heard the door opening and Tony Stark walking in. “Oh, sorry boss”.

“Call me boss again and you’re fired”, he said, sitting on the foot of your bed. “You reckless, irresponsible idiot. You should be fired for this alone. You’re a danger to the team and especially to yourself”.

“Come on. I defended a member of the team”.

“You jumped in front of a supersoldier about to get a fucking mosquito bite out of a bullet, that's what you fucking did”.

“The spirit is what counts, after all?”, you tried, and he laughed shortly, only to come back with a meaner expression.

“Hell no”.

“At least I can go back to work today, right?”, you tried. Tony just laughed—that bastard. Fucking asshole. And where was Thor? Was he with his brother? No that he’d say anything.

Wow. Painkillers made you bitchy.

“We’re both taking the day to get you recovered, and Stark and Thor will handle the mission. Tomorrow you get back if you’re well rested and in enough shape, alright?”, explained Bucky with a softness that almost made you vomit. He was sugarcoating it—surrounding it with nice-sounding words and a soft-spoken voice.

“No way I came all the way here to not do shit and let you do all of the things I’m supposed to do”.

“We could climb that mountain you wanted to”, he tried, and then you were out of words. You thought about it for a few seconds.

“Okay”.

“Are you crazy? They’s got stitches. They can’t make efforts. Bed rest”, fought Tony. Bucky winked at you.

“That’s why I’m going with them. I’m gonna make sure they don’t get any worse, alright?”.

“Make sure they gets better”.

“Consider it done, chief”.

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