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pyromegalomaniac · 1 year

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You can not tell me Wally won’t be a real bro for his friends if he found out reader has a crush on a certain someone.

Like Wally catch reader staring at someone for a long time with a soft smile on their face and Wally like “you like them don’t you”

And right there Wally turning into reader’s and his friend’s wing man

“Hey that friend there , they love home baked goods”

“Oh yeah random fact reader loves this color “

Wally just trying to play matchmaker

Ooooh, anon! This idea!! So very!! I like wingman Wally very much... I hadn't even thought of this!! Just one of the perks of doing these requests, you get so many fan interpretations and headcanons and whatnot... here's your headcanons anon!! Enjoy!!

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Welcome Home x Reader + Wingman/Matchmaker Wally Headcanons🏠☀️🛼🦴🍪🐛📨🦋🍎

Sally☀️

Wally suggesting you be cast as the lead in her plays

Trying to subconsciously convince her to do a romantic play

Setting you up on a stargazing date

Suggesting you write poetry for her

"Hey Sally I think y/n would love to hear you recite what you've been working on"

One day while you three were all outside a sudden burst of rain came down and Wally kinda ran off (he hates getting wet) but he noticed you and Sally still having fun while he was cowering under a tree or something

Julie🛼

Playing games together

Drawing with sidewalk chalk

Wally inviting you both over for a sleepover and rushing off to go do things like make popcorn to leave you alone

Probably brushing each others' hair at said sleepover

"I bet y/n can't beat you in this game"

Barnaby🦴

"Y/n likes x hotdog toppings, don't you, y/n?"

"Y/n's favorite kind of joke is x type. You should tell them some of those!"

Lounging around together

Falling asleep in a nice warm pile

Waking up and wondering where Wally went

Oh well... sleeping with Barnaby is cozy and now you have him all to yourself

Poppy🍪

Baking together

Wally telling her how brave you are

"Y/n's favorite type of baked good is x, why don't we make them some?"

Making cookies in cute shapes

Poppy getting anxious about something and Wally suggesting she ask you for advice

Howdy🐛

Hanging out with Wally and he suddenly remembers he's out of something, so he asks to visit the bugdega

Wally asking you to pick something up for him at the bugdega

Howdy mentioning it getting tough to work all day by himself so Wally suggests he ask you for help next time you come in

Eddie📨

Wally sending you mail so Eddie has an excuse to go to your house

Eddie eventually recognizing your handwriting and stamps

"Why don't you write a letter to Eddie"

"Oh, you said you've been to x place, haven't you? Y/n has been there too"

Doing crafts together and Wally purposefully holding back his art skills so Eddie will like yours

Frank🦋

Wally suggesting the same books to you both

"Y/n's favorite bug is x"

Lowkey trying to be annoying so he'll think you're better to hang out with (this may or may not work)

"Y/n had a question about this... why don't you meet them to discuss it?"

Looking at the buggies together (Wally would probably disappear like the Barnaby hcs)

Wally🍎

He'd be the last one to notice you having a crush on him

Thinking you need someone nice to be with and trying out each possibility in his head

Really wondering why no one seems to be a good match (everyone else can see the obvious crush you have)

Eventually you'd tell him or he'd figure it out and be like

"...Oohhhhhhhhh. I like you too y/n!"

Those are the headcanons I came up with! Hope you like them anon, thanks for requesting them!! They were fun to do!! I look forward to doing more in the future!! Much love!!

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lovingshadowpeaches · 10 months

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Were you always this gentle?

MK doesn’t quite remember when he began letting Macaque near him again, as in, when he started letting Macaque take care of his injuries. Not that he minds it, the six eared demon has proven himself trustworthy more than enough ever since Lady Bone Demon was defeated for good.

This particular injury happened during a sparring session with the aforementioned monkey, who MK forgot was,,,brutal during spars, which now resulted in bloodied knuckles and a scar across the side of his head. An accident, really, seeing how Macaque was apologizing profusely as he stopped all sparring and reached into a portal for bandages- or well, a whole first aid kit. As soon as the sparring was stopped, Pigsy, Tang, Mei and Sandy were shoved aside by the demon monkey, MK had been checked over fully at least three times, which, if you ask MK, was a bit much.

But he supposed, given the hole in the stone in MK's perfect shape, he can't hold it against Macaque.

He attempts to tell Macaque that he's fine, it's just a small scar on his head, really he didn't feel it at all! But the concerned face of his substitute mentor told him otherwise- okay- it stung and he only felt it as Six Ears was cleaning it.

There is a certain gentleness to his touch, careful, as if MK's injuries would get twice as bad if he wasn't as careful, if he dared touch his skin with sharp claws it would gain new cuts.

Really, when he looks closer, there is no usual, laid back facade, he isn't scolding him for his clumsy moves, or his lack of focus in the moment, no jabs, just silence, focus, attention fully set to patching him up.

Was he always this gentle?

Thinking back to when they trained together behind Monkey King's back(something he still feels bad about), despite the scolding and harsh criticism, Macaque's hands were always gentle, always fearful while patching him up or handing him food and drinks. The small break in his mask during those moments stuck with MK, etched into his memory, never to be forgotten.

Macaque mumbles that he'll have to take the rest of the day off, maybe even tomorrow, for the magic to heal him properly. Rest will do him good.

MK opens his mouth but Macaque shushes him, tells him they'll save Wukong, and the world, what he needs to focus his energy on is resting and healing. MK says he wasn't about to complain, but ask if he'd rest with him, after all, they both need to recharge their strength, right? MK gives the elder monkey a sad puppy look, his form glitching out again, and Macaque pats his back, trying to mask and hide how his voice softens as he agrees.

MK giggles, the younger monkey resting his tail over Macaque's, he doesn't move, doesn't flinch, Macaque allows it to happen. He clears his throat, moving and nudging MK up, but instead the successor leans against him, nuzzling his head to his chest with a small smile, curling up next to him with his head in his lap, already dozing off.

He stays awake long enough to take notice of Macaque's hands petting through his hair, with a touch even gentler than earlier, as if he were scared of accidentally hurting him again. MK falls asleep with a single thought. Macaque had a soft spot for him from the beginning.

#umm i write too sometimes #i just love them so damn much #lego monkie kid #monkie kid #lmk #lmk macaque #six eared macaque #lmk mk #soysauce duo #lmk soysauce #pyro writes #drabble #this is FAMILIAL if i see a single fucking proshitter i will bite you

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pyroshrooms · 3 months

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Chapters: 1/2 Fandom: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Cartoon 2018) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Donatello & Leonardo (TMNT) Characters: Donatello (TMNT), Leonardo (TMNT) Additional Tags: Canon Compliant, Post-Movie: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2022), Pre-Movie: Rise of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (2022), its both, we got that timeskip swag, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Leonardo-centric (TMNT), Donatello and Leonardo are Twins (TMNT), Leonardo is Bad at Feelings (TMNT), aren't they all, Leonardo Has PTSD (TMNT), Other Additional Tags to Be Added Summary:

Because that's just how it went.

Leo would say something he didn't mean and piss off Donnie enough for him to go home and tell Mikey that he's being a dick. Then they'd drop the subject and leave him alone until he inevitably set off Raph again.

Rinse and repeat.

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@genlossicle :D

#rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt leo #rottmnt Donnie #pyro writes #my writing

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pyro-madder · 10 months

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if we're on exe fics i'll share my two personal favorite bits, from two completely separate things that kinda exist in my folders, to be finished in 6357489 years

#y'all are making me want to write something multi-chaptered #then i remember i already have a wholeass webcomic to tend to #anyway writing laika is very funny it's just #[sass] [sass] [cynism] [flash of raw vulnerability] [sass]#pyro writes

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redactedweasel · 9 months

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since crow said I wouldn’t here’s a couple of random snippets that are...semi related, actually. In a way. They are also both entirely without context, the first is almost certainly never going to be completed, and there’s very little actually here but. You know what. It HAS been a long time since I posted snippets.

Despite the fading sunlight, the stone beneath his scales is still warm and comfortable. Stretching out his claws in a stretch, Hazel shifts and rotates until he can press the bulk of his body against a spot of fresh warmth. With a long exhale, the steam of his breath escaping into the cooling air, he lets his eyes fall closed and returns to his dozing.

He is pulled from his slumber some time later - he can't be sure how long he's been sleeping, but he wakes to a dark sky littered with blinking stars and cool stone beneath his stomach. Hazel blinks, yawns, considers moving back into his cave - and thinks nothing at all of his waking, until he feels a sudden, brief pinch of pain at his flank.

He's on his claws in an instant, snarling as he turns in a tight curl and snaps his maw at whatever it is that's agitating him. He expects small, carnivorous beasts - or a particularly large, bothersome insect. So he is surprised that his teeth snap closed only mere inches from a human, instead. One who moves back only enough to avoid Hazel's teeth - but doesn't flinch a bit, otherwise.

"I didn't mean to wake you," they say, without hint of apology at all.

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Hazel stands with his hands clasped firmly behind his back. Puffs up, a little, to be sure he stands out among the small line of others like him. Not that he has to try all that hard - his status does most of his work for him. His family line has long been decorated, appreciated, chosen time and time again by knights of the highest order - by dukes and barons and the best of society.

But even among his own blood, Hazel is the first to get a chance like this.

As they wait for the guests of honor, Hazel eyes his competition. There aren't many of them, this year - only a handful, when Hazel has heard of choosing ceremonies numbering in the hundreds of his kind. And in the batch, he stands out the most. Dressed in soft, clean fabrics laced with gold and silver silks. A few badges passed down his family line pinned to his collar and chest.

It almost feels too easy, he thinks, his lips curling at the thought.

Sudden fanfare announces the royal arrival, and Hazel snaps his attention forward.

#Pyro writes #there is not much here actually but you know what they say #something about the mother of innovation or w/e

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pyroweasel · 1 year

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Did I ever actually... Post these?

They're written all fucked up, with the spacing, so I think I /must/ have posted these as prompt responses ages ago. But yknow, just to be safe, I'm plopping them here again. For fun. These are like, super old so. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Old enough I forgot they even existed.

Prompt: Poking at a Bruise

Humans were easy.

Keet wasn't naive enough to think that humans couldn't be dangerous at all - if that were true, there'd be no reason to avoid being caught. In a group, they could outnumber even an Impostor - and sometimes they had weapons which was an entirely different scenario.

One on one, though? Even two or three on one? Humans were easy. Weak. Blue had only struggled as much as he had - had only managed to kick Keet square in the face - because Keet had decided to play with the human a bit before actually finishing him off. Well, Blue and Green really - the way the latter had yelled and even screamed for his mate…

Even now, it made Keet smile. Although the movement was enough to aggravate his bruise and that banished the smile quick enough.

Humans were weak - but damn if Blue hadn't managed a solid kick. With a breath, Keet burrowed a little further in his blanket and turned his back to the room of sleeping humans and not-sleeping Impostors. With no preamble or care, Keet lifted a finger and stabbed it against the end of his nose.

He immediately clapped both hands over the same spot with a startled hiss. Poking the spot - the bruise, and wasn't that embarrassing - had sent a quick, sharp pain through every nerve that he had. It'd faded as quickly as it'd come with a brief pulse of the abused tissue - but all the same, it'd hurt.

Playing with the humans was fun. Still, Keet decided that next time he'd be a little quicker about it.

He also decided he'd spend a little more time savoring the bits of Blue he'd saved for himself. After all, the human had injured Keet - a bit of postmortem disrespect was well deserved.

Prompt: A feeling of acceleration on your chest

There was always a thrill in the hunt.

White had been Keet's first, on Polus - and as he'd held the human down with a claw wrapped tight around his throat, the terror in White's eyes had filled Keet's body with thrilled adrenaline. The way White had thrashed, had tried to fight without success - well. Keet had been chasing that high ever since.

It was why he'd let Cyan run, despite the dangers. Keet had hissed and snarled and it'd resulted in a chase through the Laboratory and down into Specimen - where Keet had finally launched himself at the desperate crewmate and allowed himself a moment of ferality as he took that human down, too.

This, though - this was special. Keet could tell by the way his own breathing was narrowing, the way his vision had sharpened - he could feel his hearts launching into a race, galloping in his chest with an acceleration so sudden it left his appendages tingling.

Captain Orange was alone. It was an unusual sight - usually, she was almost always flanked by her second-in-command, Black, but currently the dark suited crewmate was nowhere to be found. Not only did that leave Orange a prime target - but Tan was already so suspicious of Black. If Keet was lucky, this kill could net him two for one when the crew turned on their prime suspect.

A captain down. A crew in chaos. Another crewmate perfect for the blame - the universe had all but handed Polus to Keet on a silver platter. Those aspects only made the bloodlust in his veins cry louder. Hearts near fit to burst from his chest, Keet struck. Quick and dirty - he couldn't allow the clever captain time to reveal him - and then he escaped with his meal.

The others were not so quick to blame Black - but in the end, it didn't matter. Tan blamed her - and while Keet mourned some for a kill he could not claim, he couldn't deny there was satisfaction in watching a crewmate throw another into the lava pit.

There was talk of backup, of a new batch of crew on their way to Polus - but Keet wasn't bothered. This was fun - more humans just meant more to savor.

#Pyro writes #Keet #With a special guest appearance from #Hazel

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pyro-thon · 1 year

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Here’s some story I wrote while literally falling asleep as I’m writing this header part.

While nothing interesting had been happening around in Pyro or Snipers life these past few months, other then the usual. Everyone’s life had been so fought up in planing or fighting, that all of the team had been growing distant with each other.

Any relationships that were there had been put on hold, other then everyone just thought about how when the night was over, they would hang out. But no one had any time to hang out anymore, by the time night came around, everyone just ate what little food they had laying around and headed right to bed.

Tonight everyone was determined to hang out with one another. When everyone got back from their long day, covered in blood and dust, they all grabbed something to drink.

Then they separated into little groups of twos or threes. Sniper went with Scout, Soldier, and Engie to do something, Heavy and Medic went somewhere else, and Spy and Demo went to go taste wine or some shit.

Pyro was left alone in the empty living room of their house slash bunk. He had his mask under his arm, holding a cup of apple juice, and looking a little sad. He placed his mask on a chair, and went to find the others to see if he could hang out.

Finding Engineer and the others wasn’t to hard, they were out in his workshop. He walked up to them and tried asking Engie something.

“Ex-excuse me? Engie?” He asked, trying not to interrupt their conversation too much. “Can I ask you something?”

“S-sure son, just a sec,” Engineer replied, busy talking to the others.

Pyro sat down on a chair in the far back of the room to wait for Engie to reply, watching them talk.

He sat there for almost an hour, a silent watcher of conversations. When everyone had forgotten he was there, he slipped away quietly and back into the building.

Pyro wandered over to try and visit Spy and Demo, but they weren’t in the room they had been in before. He considered going to try and hang out with Medic and Heavy, but he knew they never let anyone be with them when they were together.

So he slinked off to bed early, listening to the laughs and shouts of the others in the garage. Lonely and rejected, he closed his eyes tightly and trying to block out the other sounds, Pyro curled into a ball and cried himself to sleep.

A horrible nightmare was taking shape in the mind of Pyro. Terrifying, twisted, constantly shifting faces of his friends loomed in and out, laughing at him as they circled him rapidly. He felt a crushing loneliness and fear, trying to take deep breaths but failing. He grabbed his head and sunk to his knees, sobbing and mumbling quickly.

Then the floor opened, sucking him down, down, down, into an infinite abyss of nothingness. His arms flailed for something to grab, but nothing was there. A pale blue light shone upon him from afar as he fell, setting him in the center of the stage.

Flashes of his life ran by as he plummeted, so many things. Him as a child, playing with his mother, getting in trouble at school, the.. OTHER things he didn’t want to see. He covered his eyes to try and forget, but the memories wiggled under his eyelids and forced him to remember.

Suddenly he was in a crowded area in the street, dozens of people surrounded him, but yet they didn’t notice him there. He walked right through them, and flouted up a little to see what was happening, although he already knew where he was and what would go down.

There he was, a younger version of himself, having a loud and heated argument with someone in front of a bar.

“I didn’t do that! You know damn well I didn’t, you motherfucker!” The 17 year old him yelled. His argumentee just frowned and punched him in the face, sending him stumbling backwards.

Pyro wiped blood of his chin, before standing still and seething with rage. He looked as if he was trying with every muscle in his body not to go and throttle the guy who punched him.

“What, you just gonna stand there and let me hit you?” His attacker taunted. They came a little closer to him. “Pffft. Look at this guy.” They told the crowd, snickering along with them.

Pyro watched himself frown even more, eyes and hands twitching. His glare was so intense, so fiery with rage, even dream him was a little startled by his own intensity.

The man came even closer to his face, sneering, when he launched himself at them. Pyro crashed himself shoulder first into them, knocked them to the ground. He grabbed their neck pushing it closer and deeper into the ground, watching as the jerk’s eyes began to pop out of his head slowly.

Pyro watched in horror, he hated how violent he was not that many years ago. That was only seven years ago, he had changed so much. But he as also proud of himself, he had taken care of himself. He didn’t need anyone, he needed no attention, no supervision, no care.

Some people screamed in the crowd, and a few police officers came to check out the problem. The man on the cement was almost fully purple now, his eyes rolling back in his head.

The officers came over and immediately yanked Pyro off the man, trying to handcuff him. He was not having any of that, and swung his leg up and around, smashing the back of the officers head into a metal lamp post. With one hand cuffed, he punched the other policeman in the stomach, making them bend over in pain. A quick smash over the head with his elbow, and the man was on the ground, out cold.

Pyro fled, pushing and shoving through the crowd, running frantically. As more police were alerted, and the chase began, the memory faded, leaving him falling in the vast space again. Another memory commenced, this time him in a cold, wet jail cell. He had deep bags under his eyes, and he had his upper half of his Orange jumpsuit tied like a jacket around his waist.

A large bandage covered the left side of his cheek as he hung his head. Bright green eyes glowed like brilliant embers in the shadows of the cell, and you could feel the disgust and anger radiating off him.

The cell bars slid open, and someone grabbed him roughly by the shirt, and the memory faded again.

Pyro awoke to a dark room, his pillow soaked in tears and his mouth full of his pillow. He sat up and rocked back and forth, clutching the pillow close to his chest. The noise from beneath him had stopped, and all the lights from before had been long sense turned off. He checked the time on the clock next to his bed, 3:29 am. He rubbed his eyes.

There was no way he was going back to sleep. Not after a nightmare that hellish.

He slipped out of bed, put his shoes on, and walked out of his room. Creeping past the doors of his fellow teammates, and hearing their snores, he open the door to the outside. Outside it was cold and foggy, but that was fine with him. Whatever just numbed him was absolutely perfect right about now.

Taking a slow walk in the mist with his lighter as a torch, he wandered the now desolate map, weaving around the payload tracks, and kicking stones around. Pyro eventually picked up a fairly thick stick, and made a torch out of it. He put his lighter away, and continued on his lonely walk.

Eventually, he would up back very close to the base again, next to Sniper’s van. He heard the faint hum of a heater inside of it. He wished he had remembered to put on an extra sweater, the cold damp latex of his suit was a bit freezing. He considered knocking, but then he remembered how Mick and the others had completely blocked him out. He lowered his hand, and decided to go back the the base.

As he walked back towards the building, he heard the van door open. Sniper must have gotten up to do something. Pyro turned around afraid, but Sniper didn’t notice him. Huh. As per usual lately though.

“Hey,” Pyro said, holding the torch in his hand.

“Agh! Bloody hell, mate!” Sniper jumped, startled. “The the hell are you doing out here, mate?”

“I should ask the same about you.”

“…just…. Had the use the bathroom is all,” Sniper admitted.

Pyro tilted his head. His eye sockets were hollow again, tired and burning with rage and curiosity.

“What are you doing out here though?” Mick asked.

“Going for a walk.” Pyro Said simply.

“At this hour?

He nodded. “I Couldn’t sleep well. So I took a walk. Do have a heater going in your truck?” He asked off subject.

“Y-yeah…. Why?” He asked suspiciously.

“I’m cold. Can I come in?”

Sniper sighed, rubbing his eyes. “Sure, mate,” Sniper said a little bitterly.

“Thanks.”

Pyro extinguished his torch, and walked into Sniper’s truck. It was so warm in there! He breathed in deeply, feeling the heat soak deep into his bones. He hadn’t been this comfortable in a while. He slouched onto the couch on the far side of the camper, and felt his eye dropping already.

“Do you mind if I stay here for the rest of the night..?” He asked between yawns, already half asleep.

“Well, I can’t exactly kick you out now,” Sniper grumbled.

“Hmfg? What was that?” Pyro asked tiredly, rolling over to face him.

“Nothing mate. Go to sleep.” Mick replied, climbing up the ladder to his bed. “Here, take this.” He tossed Pyro a spare blanket he had, and laid down.

Pyro took the blanket and wrapped himself up in it, taken one of the couch pillows and cuddling it tightly to his chest. Drifting off to sleep, he hoped he wouldn’t have any more nightmares.

The next morning, Sniper shook Pyro awake.

“Hey. Wake up. Gotta get going soon.” Sniper said, leaning close to their face. He held two cups of coffee in his hands, ready to give Pyro one.

He sat up sleepily, taking the coffee and drinking it on big gulps. He rubbed his eyes and crawled up. He stechend and touched his toes before walking out of the camper.

“Hey.. thanks for,letting me stay. Last night.” He said, meaning it.

“Nah. Don’t mention it.” Sniper said, leaning on the doorway of the camper. He sipped some of his coffee. “Now w go get the rest of your gear. We’re gonna be late if you don’t get ready.”

Pyro smiled, and walked off to the base. He felt a little better now, knowing he had hopefully begun a new friendship. Maybe he would try and talk to them again later tonight if he wasn’t busy.

#Pyro says things #pyro writes #tf2 #NOW GOOD NIGHT MOTHER FUCKERS IM SO FUCKING TIRED #HAUGENDKSKSK #pleae I’m so eepy

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homkamiro · 3 months

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Someone suggested making an infection AU with my tf2/mlp crossover and you know I can't resist when stuff's about gore

Forgot to mention! Demo's body is so intoxicated with alcohol that infected don't want to attack him at all!

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stickyjumping · 8 months

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I can make it a series because I know my last one was really popular… probably will post the weekly mercs behavioral sheet…

#tf2 #tf2 fanart #tf2 medic #tf2 pyro #tf2 soldier #kinda #miss Pauling writes these weekly… I’ll expand on it more soon

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pyromegalomaniac · 1 year

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I have a request... Wally Darling x abused reader... like the reader was abused in their past before they moved to the neighborhood... if my request upset you, I don't mind if you don't do it!

Oh, megacandy420, I'd love to do this one!! (Nice name by the way, ha.) I do believe I have some experience with verbal and maybe even physical abuse myself so I think I could do these pretty well!! Okay here goes the headcanons!! Enjoy!!

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Wally x abused!reader headcanons🍎🩹

(Obviously a warning ahead for heavy mention of verbal and physical abuse and its after-effects.)

Saying sorry a lot

Saying sorry for saying sorry too much

Wally always just laughs, looks at you gently and says "there's no need to apologize, dear."

Tending to ignore when you feel uncomfortable, which Wally has learned to recognize

He does his best to keep you feeling happy safe and comfy

Dropping a dish and thinking "I'm so stupid", being on the verge of tears as you clean it up

Wally coming over to help and reassuring you that everyone makes mistakes

When you call yourself a screw-up or something like that he'll tell you "no, and I love you" over and over again until you don't say bad things about yourself anymore

Stiffening up whenever you hear someone using an angry tone, even if it's not directed at you

Wally is always there to comfort you

You used to flinch when you just started dating Wally and he'd try to touch your face, but now you relish the gentleness he holds your cheek with

Not making any decisions purely for your own happiness (ex: getting yourself something nice or choosing what to eat for dinner)

Wally likes to get you little gifts so you know you matter to him

He tries to get you to do things purely because you want to do them, not to make anyone else happy

If you're ever standing around or whatever in a tense pose, he'll gently come in from behind and hug you

He'll ask you if you want anything from the store and insist it's no problem when you ask if he's sure

Laying in bed or on the couch and suddenly feeling like crying for no particular reason at all

He'll lay by you (either facing you or big spooning) and whisper to you and stroke your hair

He often wonders to himself why someone would ever treat you that way

If he ever met them he'd steal their kneecaps

Venting to him about your abuser or stuff that's going on right now

He just stares at you with a smile and nods while he listens

When you're done he pulls you close and makes sure you know that he loves you and that you deserve the world

Sometimes you'll fall asleep that way, laying with him as his arms are wrapped around you, stroking your hair and whispering to you...

These might've been influenced a but too much from my own personal experience, but I tried not to let it get too specific, heh. I actually think these helped me a bit with working through my own stuff, and I hope you liked them too!! Thanks so much for requesting these!! I look forward to writing more in the future!! Much love!!!

ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

#Pyro does headcanons #Pyro does requests #Pyro writes #welcome home #wally darling #wally darling x reader #wally darling x reader headcanons #abuse cw

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addicted2coke-theothercoke · 1 month

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And plotting, I hate plotting

#writers #writing #meme #memes #writers on tumblr #writer #writerscommunity #writing memes #writers block #writingmemes #funny writing memes #tf2 #meet the pyro

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pyroshrooms · 10 months

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HELL YEAH!! This one's a qQuackity centric fic! Hope you guys like it :D

@genlossicle , if you wanna be on the tag list lmk!!

#finally wrote something oh im so happy :))#my writing #mine #qsmp #qsmp quackity #fanfiction #pyro writes

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brattysmiley · 2 years

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okayy here’s your request @crackheadfandomboi

Freddy with a trans guy S/O who didn’t know he was asleep

Currently, you were finishing some chores in your house. The last thing you had to do was to go and throw away the garbage, but you didn't notice that it was already dark but you had no choice.

But you noticed something wrong, you seemed to be repeating the same thing over and over. That's when you realized that you were actually dreaming, you must have fallen asleep without really realizing it.

So for the fifth time, you went outside your house to throw away that trash can for good, but suddenly a light from your shed in the garden caught your attention. Already the infinite loop and now this. You had the impression that someone was actually playing with you.

Once the trash can was thrown away, you cautiously approached the shack to take a closer look at the strange light and suddenly the door opened and a menacing figure appeared before you, sneering softly.

"Did you miss me, doll? Sorry I've been pretty busy lately and haven't been able to visit you, you know, kids to torture and kill..." It had been a little more than two months since Freddy had come to visit you and that hurt you a lot because in spite of everything, you had become attached to him, so you expressed your displeasure to him and he laughed at you while taking you against him, wearing a sadistic smile.

"I'm here now, let's have some fun what do you say?" He pressed you against the wall of the cabin, his warm breath against your neck and placed a few kisses there while stroking your trembling body.

The night was rather long and you woke up in a sweat, your clothes torn and your arm bloody. You also noticed quite a bit of commotion between your legs, with semen dripping from your slit. You blushed and dropped from exhaustion, staring at the ceiling of your room.

“Damn it Krueger, you’re a pain in the ass sometimes. But I like it tho.”

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