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thetomorrowshow · 2 years

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in a ship of glass - ch. 3

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final chapter of scott's backstory before we move on to any one-shots! this one is a bit heavy, mind the warnings

cw: depression, suicidal thoughts, character death (loss of a parent)

Scott’s twenty-three, and Aeor is dead.

It’s so sudden that he doesn’t know how to handle it. He needs to call his therapist, he knows, but he’s still so shocked that he hasn’t even begun to grieve yet.

And the fault belongs to that prick, Solidarity.

There’s a lot of heroes in Empires City, and Solidarity is not one of them. He advertises himself as such, but it’s clear to all that he has it out for the heroes. One of the new upstarts, Gem, has already been injured by Solidarity while trying to cooperate with him. The man is worse than a menace, he’s a genuinely dangerous supervillain and Scott’s not even sure what his power is, but he hit Aeor with a meteor and now Aeor’s dead.

Scott’s never hated anyone other than himself, but he hates Solidarity. Solidarity has taken everything from him, everything, and he just knows that he needs to take everything from Solidarity.

Not yet, though.

Not yet, because right now, Scott can’t get out of bed. He lies there and stares at the ceiling, aware that at least some of the sluggish feeling comes from missing medication doses and won’t be solved until he gets up, but getting up is just too much to handle without Aeor.

And then he realizes that he has started to grieve, as much as he wants to deny it. Because if he can still deny it, he can still deny that Aeor is actually gone. But he can’t get out of bed and he cries at the drop of the hat and he lies there for hours staring at nothing.

Aeor’s gone, and his emotional state registered it before his mind.

He doesn’t do much these days. He contacts Pearl and the Mad King, asks them to handle the supervillains until he has a chance to get a hold of himself. They both agree to try, but ask him to get back out there as soon as he can.

Crime rates in the city go up. It’s not their fault; it’s his.

Scott lies there for days on end, thinking back to why he came to Empires City in the first place. He’s already in a bad headspace, and that just makes it worse. He knows he needs to be taking his meds. He’s beginning to spiral. But he can’t make himself get up.

He stops answering his phone, stops checking the mail, stops doing everything. He lies in bed and binge-watches Youtube videos, or reads fanfiction, or scrolls through Reddit, or sleeps, or stares at the wall.

Notifications come through. First texts and calls from Jack, then from other friends as Jack apparently enlists help. He watches the calls pop up on his phone, stares at them until they disappear and his phone vibrates with the voicemail alert. He doesn’t even delete the steadily-increasing number of unopened voicemails in his inbox.

He’s so tired. He doesn’t want this to go on any longer, but he can’t manage to break himself out of it. It should be simple. He needs to get up, take his meds, call his therapist, take a shower, brush his teeth, change his clothes, do laundry, get the mail, go grocery shopping. . . .

That’s too many things. He can’t manage that. He can’t fathom doing that many things. He can’t.

He doesn’t feel well, either. He has a running headache that hasn’t stopped and won’t stop, the idea of food makes him nauseous, he can’t stop shaking—it’s not an excuse. It’s really not. But he just can’t get up.

So he stays in bed, stays there until his doorbell rings one morning, then rings again and again. He doesn’t get up, just covers his ears and sucks in a shuddering breath as he realizes that it will never be Aeor at his door again.

There’s a loud pounding on the door. “Scott! Open up before I break this door down!”

Shelby.

He hasn’t seen Shelby since they went out for drinks. . . three months ago? Too long ago. Back in college when he would sink into a bad place and miss classes, his friends would call for her to make him get up. Shelby’s made phone calls to his therapist several times to ask what he needs or if he can take his meds after missing two days of them or to schedule an emergency appointment for him.

He must be getting pretty bad if they called in Shelby. Her career is really taking off, she doesn’t have time to come out here and try to fix him.

He has to get up. He has to get up and let her in, then take his meds, then make them both food, then change his clothes, then brush his teeth, then talk to his therapist—

He hides his head under the blankets. Maybe she’ll just go away.

There’s a couple of minutes of silence. “Scott, I know you’re there. We’re worried about you.”

He doesn’t move. He can’t move.

“I’m going to try the windows, okay?” She sounds worried, moreso than Scott’s ever heard her. “Just—just tell me if that’s not okay.”

It’s fine, he supposes. He doesn’t really want Shelby to see him like this, but she’s seen worse. He thinks he left the windows unlocked, anyway—he shouldn’t, he knows the crime rates, but unless he always leaves them unlocked then he accidentally leaves them locked at inopportune times and then can’t get back in when he forgets his key while out patrolling.

He listens, hears the stilted slide of his front living room window. Tears build in his eyes. Shelby’s coming in, and he’ll have to get better. She’ll make him do all those things that he just can’t do, and he’ll do them, and it’ll be so hard.

A fumbling sound and a loud thump! followed by a groan reach Scott’s ears. He bites his lip, waits for his bedroom door to open.

Within about three minutes, it does.

“Scott? Is that you?”

He sighs, burrows a bit deeper. Shelby clicks her tongue.

“So you’re right here. And you couldn’t get up and answer the door? I stepped on your dying flowers.”

Scott waits. Part of him wants to get out of bed, greet her. Part of him doesn’t want her to see him like this. Part of him is so very exhausted and can’t move, even if he wanted to.

His bed dips a bit with her weight, and then there’s a hand on his shoulder, rubbing gently.

“Scott? Can you look at me please?”

Scott shivers, starts shivering and can’t stop. He’s not crying—he doesn’t think he’s crying—but he doesn’t know what to do. Eventually, he pulls the blanket down a little, blinks up at Shelby.

Her brow is creased with concern, a frown twisting her mouth. Her clothes are wrinkled, like they’ve come from a suitcase or she’s been sitting in a car all day. Her eyeliner is smudged, just the way it always looked after hours in the library—like she’s been rubbing her eyes repeatedly.

“Hey, Shelby,” he croaks. He waves vaguely at himself and the room. “Sorry you have to see all this.”

“Have you been taking your meds?”

Scott shrugs. She’ll know it means no.

“When was the last time you took them?”

He doesn’t know. He legitimately doesn’t know. All he knows is that he hasn’t showered in at least a week and he always takes them after he showers so he doesn’t think he’s had any in the past week but he isn’t sure, and it could even be longer.

Shelby leaves, returns with a glass of water and his bottle of pills. She steps around the mess on his floor and hands the water to him, twisting the cap open once her hands are free.

“I haven’t showered yet,” he protests weakly. She fixes him with a raised eyebrow, shakes a pill into his free hand. Scott stares for a moment at the little pink pill in his palm, looks back up at Shelby. She glares at him.

Scott swallows the pill.

With her there, he finds the strength to sit up, blanket-wrapped legs hanging over the side of the bed. He bites back tears. Everything seems like so much.

“Do you need to eat with that?”

Scott takes a minute to process, glances up at the prescription in her hand. “No.”

With a slight sigh, Shelby drops onto the bed beside him, shoulder to shoulder. “So. You know you need to take your meds. Why haven’t you been doing that?”

“Couldn’t get out of bed.”

“Why?”

Scott picks at the blanket on his lap. “Too much.”

“What happened?”

There’s tears in his eyes again, and he spares himself a few minutes to think about how much he can say. Only three people in the world know he’s a superhero—no, two people. Outside of his therapist, only Jack knows, and Scott hasn’t seen Jack in maybe longer than he’s seen Shelby.

His voice breaks; he clears his throat and tries again. “My—my dad died?” he says, voice quivering. Shelby sucks in a breath.

“Oh, Scott,” she says, wrapping an arm around him. Scott falls into her chest, trying and failing to hold back tears as his shoulders shake. After a few moments of holding him, she adds, “I . . . well, you always said guardian at school, so. . . .”

Scott sniffles, nods against her. “Yeah, he—he was—yeah, he was pretty much my dad.”

Shelby makes a noise of understanding, then just holds him as he cries. Once he feels like he can breathe a little, his face sticky and Shelby’s shirt damp, he draws back.

“I can’t—I can’t break out of this,” he manages, wiping his nose on the sleeve of his shirt like he has countless times this week, leaving it crusty and gross. “I’m just—he saved me, Shelby, he—he showed me how to survive and be happy, he found me—” and suddenly he’s spilling everything— “I-I overdosed, years ago, I just wanted to die, and he found me and took me to a hospital and helped me. He gave me a home, he found me someone to talk to, he helped me apply for school—he gave me life.” He pauses for a breath, a breath during which Shelby speaks.

“I . . . Scott, I didn’t know.”

Scott’s not sure what she’s talking about: the death of Aeor, his attempt, all that Aeor had done for him. . . . He chooses to believe she means the attempt, and shrugs.

“I didn’t really advertise it,” he says. “What am I meant to say? ‘Hi, my name’s Scott, I was raised in a cult and because of it I tried to kill myself’? Really, Shelby.”

He means it as a joke, but she doesn’t laugh. Her eyes flash wide, her face horrified. “Don’t—don’t joke about that!”

“What? It’s my trauma.”

“Yeah, but—” Shelby rubs her eyes, smearing the eyeliner further. “Scott, you’re really self-destructive right now! And you have episodes like this! I never knew you were—you know!”

Scott frowns. “It doesn’t change anything.”

“Maybe not to you,” Shelby shoots back. “But you weren’t answering calls or texts or even the door, and I was scared but now I know it’s possible that when you aren’t answering you could be dead!”

Scott looks away. It’s always been possible, really. Especially lately. He hasn’t been doing well. He hadn’t noticed until now, but he hasn’t been doing well at all in those regards.

“I think . . . I think I need you to stay. For a while,” Scott mumbles. “I don’t—I don’t think I’m going to try again. But. I don’t think I can do this.”

Shelby takes his hand in both of hers, rubs it between them. “I’ve got clothes packed for a week. When Jack said you hadn’t answered any messages in a long time, I knew what I was in for.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be, silly,” she says affectionately. “I offered to come up here, and you’re going through it. You don’t have to be alone.”

And he’s not alone. That first day, all they do is lie in Scott’s bed and mess around on their phones. Shelby makes pasta for dinner and Scott does his best to eat, but his stomach turns and he barely manages to keep down the few bites he takes. Shelby doesn’t like that, he can tell by the wrinkle of her nose.

She doesn’t like it the next morning when his breakfast comes back up, either. She checks his temperature, frowns, and calls his prescribing doctor.

“You’re still feeling the effects of withdrawal,” she says when she hangs up. “It should start getting better soon, but you shouldn’t have stopped taking them for so long. How long do you think it was?”

Scott thinks back, tries to remember the last time he’d taken them. Tries to remember the last time he’d had motivation to take them. Tries to remember the last time he’d wanted to take them.

“Um. Shelby?”

“Yeah?”

Scott takes a deep breath. His head already feels clearer, just by having her around. He knows now what his intentions had been, as awful a realization as that is. “I didn’t want to take them.”

“What do you mean?”

“I stopped taking them,” he says slowly, pressing his hands to his temples as if that will quell the incessant headache, “because I felt like I wasn’t sad enough, and I wanted to feel worse. He was worth feeling worse. And I felt like—my head’s messed up—like I didn’t care because I wasn’t like,” he gestures around at himself, “like this, and I couldn’t bear thinking that I didn’t care. So I stopped. At least a week ago, maybe longer. I don’t know. I don’t remember.”

“Oh, Scott. . . .”

“I’m so tired,” he sighs, resting his head on the kitchen table. “The thing is, I still don’t want to take them. Because then—in some twisted way—if I, erm, do something, something bad, it won’t be my fault? Because I’m not sound of mind? I just—”

Shelby holds her hand out. Scott blinks at it. “I—what?”

“Your phone. I’m calling your therapist. You’re getting an appointment today.”

Scott blinks again. He unlocks his phone and places it in her hand before his brain catches up to the implications. “But—I can’t go out like this—I haven’t showered in at least a week—”

“A virtual appointment, then,” she amends, scrolling through his contacts. “You need to put on a different shirt, okay? That one’s gross.”

He talks to his therapist that afternoon. It ends up being an extended session, two hours instead of one, and Scott comes out of it shaking and teary-eyed. Nora gave him some instructions since his thoughts have been fluctuating from passive to active, and for the first time in nearly three years he has to enact the plan that was put in place when he first began therapy.

“Shelby?” he calls once the appointment is done, and after several shouts and eventually a text, she emerges from his bedroom, where she’d been cleaning with music playing.

“How’d it go?” she asks, plopping down on the couch beside him. Scott takes in a shuddering breath, steels himself. This is going to upset her.

“I need you,” he says, words measured, eyes on his lap, “to take my meds and hold onto them. And not tell me where they are. Is that okay?”

He doesn’t look up. Shelby doesn’t answer, so he continues.

“I-I also need you to lock away the cleaning supplies, just—just in case. There’s a lock on the cupboard under the sink, I-I can give you the key. And—well, the knives in the kitchen should be fine. Just don’t—don’t let me cook alone, okay?”

More silence. Scott hadn’t quite stopped crying after his appointment, and his tears are back in full force, dripping down his cheeks and onto his lap.

After many long moments, Shelby speaks. “I—Scott, do you think—?”

“No, no, I don’t,” he hurriedly assures her, solidly ignoring the sudden stuffiness in her voice. “I don’t think I’m going to. But—my head—I don’t think I’ll do anything, but—look, I set up a plan years ago, just in case I was ever . . . in this headspace again. I’ve had to start the first step several times, just ask—” He’s about to say Aeor, but then he remembers. And then he’s fully breaking down.

Shelby, crying herself, comforts him. As she does for the next week.

It’s slow going, recovery. He’s knocked out—almost literally—by the reintroduction of his antidepressants. He spends that time dozing, either in bed or on the couch, while Shelby turns on whatever show she likes. He manages a shower one evening, a full meal the next day. In a surge of energy, he sweeps the kitchen and vacuums the living room, then naps on the couch for three hours. He laughs at a joke Shelby tells, texts back a few of his friends who had reached out.

He mourns, and he grows. He gets permission from his therapist to have his meds returned to his control, once he no longer feels unsafe with them in his hand. It helps, somewhat, to be able to feel more like an adult. It helps to have this, if not much else.

Gem messages him the first day he opens his own prescription bottle again, asks if he’s ever going to return to defending the city because Xornoth is growing beyond the minor nuisance he’s been for so long and Solidarity collapsed a building on her, putting her out of commission for the next six weeks at least.

Right. Solidarity. The one who put him in this position in the first place.

Now that he’s back on his meds and more stable and emotionally sound, he finds that he still hates Solidarity.

At first, he obsessively plans, going as far as to make a stringboard of Solidarity sightings and connections. He’s going to find where Solidarity lives, he’s going to find that man’s family, he’s going to find everything he holds dear and tear him away from it. He’s going to lock Solidarity in solitary confinement and make sure he has no visiting rights and no chance at a trial until long past his death.

He makes the unfortunate mistake, however, of sharing these plans with his therapist.

Nora recommends that he not deliberately seek him out. Not let it go, necessarily, but to not make it his mission to end Solidarity’s life or obsess over seeking him out. Scott’s upset about that answer at first, and he leaves the appointment in a heated manner, but when he returns for his next appointment three days later he can see the sense in the recommendation. He agrees—the city needs him for more than tracking down Solidarity. He can’t let this become an obsession.

He doesn’t have to forgive, nor forget. But intentions, he learns, are very important—Solidarity may be the only villain to succeed, but there are many out there who would do anything for a chance to kill the primary protector of Empires City. He’s better spending his time defending the people from all threats rather than hounding down one.

He’s still not ready to go back into the world, though, so once Shelby leaves with a tight hug and a promise to call every night (she’d stayed a week longer than planned, until she was certain that Scott had his feet back under him), he sets to work on redesigning his costume.

Gone is the gold—he loves the gold, but he needs a change. The gold is replaced with a light, ice-like blue, both lining his white mask and filling out the ‘M’ on his chest. He adds ice blue boots and adjusts the color of the main body, making it white. The biggest change, perhaps, is his cloak: that becomes ice blue as well, but it also loses the hood, turning it into a cape.

He’s been wearing the hood to further obscure his identity, particularly to cover his hair—red is a fairly distinctive hair color, but he doesn’t really think it matters anymore, because in the parts where he can see the dye growing out, his hair is no longer blond.

His hair is growing in blue.

Once he’s sent his new design ideas to a popular superhero tailor (who sends back a message wishing him well), he sits on his bathroom floor and shaves his head. The red locks fall softly to the tiles, and it feels somehow so cathartic that he can’t help but breathe easier.

His hair grows fast, it’ll be a normal length again in no time. And he sort of likes the blue buzzcut.

He’ll have to get a wig, or always wear a hat, or something. Blue hair is even more unique than red. But he feels better. He feels almost happy.

The next day, he pulls on a beanie (his head feels weird and pokey under it) and visits Aeor’s memorial. There are other people there, but he manages to push through to lay down the flowers he’d picked from his front garden. It’s a pitiful offering compared to the many others, but one he knows that Aeor would have appreciated more than anything.

He’s not better yet. That’s okay. He knows it’s going to be a while. But he can function again, and he’s got an email from the mayor offering him Aeor’s old house in the government-funded superhero district and he responds to accept.

He starts volunteering at an animal shelter with the intent of finding a dog to adopt, as suggested by his therapist. Instead he finds a cat—adorable, grumpy Elle, whom he falls in love with after she’s too lazy to leave his lap one evening.

He gets back into life. There’s bad days, but he’s able to function. He can be who the city needs him to be. They grow to love him more and more, and he can’t help but feel proud of how much he’s grown just over the past few months. He becomes the city’s primary protector, taking over for Aeor with natural ease.

Everything’s not okay, but he knows how to handle it. He’s making it, one day at a time.

Scott’s twenty-five, and he hears a noise at the door. He wonders, for the briefest of moments, how Elle managed to get out this late at night. It must be that broken window in the guest bathroom, he thinks to himself. He’s trying to train Elle to be an indoor cat; he’ll have to fix that.

He opens the front door, only for a half-dressed, bleeding-out Solidarity to fall onto him.

It’s going to be a long night.

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kyuala · 10 months

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ok so kyu n junghwan were two of my guesses for t5 so lets see if i can get the other 3 right as well. im thinking ruto jihoon n hmmmmm dobby!

#u see yoshi is a backup guess bc they might want 2 rappers in the unit but idt he'd vote for himself as the most handsome member so #also! they might save him for the (hopefully 🤞🏼) next 5-member unit w hyunsuk #also dont think suk sahi or jeongwoo would vote for themselves so im already discarding them #jihoon DEF would n they might wanna split the leaders. ruto may or may not have voted for himself i just think he's more likely to than #yoshi also he's definitely one of the most (if not THE most) popular members so i feel like placing him in their 1st unit is a good choice #now that leaves jaehyukie n dobby for the last spot. im gonna go w dob bc even tho i think jae's also one of the most popular members #(source: the voices) n they both can eat any choreo up n have similar vocal abilities. i just think dobby fits the flower boy concept much #more. jae has more of like a classic masculine type of beauty if that makes sense. im just saying shit atp tbh this could go either way #but i gotta pick one lmao #mari.txt #ALSO! i said jwoo wouldnt vote for himself but he definitely would like. as a joke. also if it meant being in a new unit. so hes a lil bit #of a wildcard i think. we'll see how it goes #jihoon's still my main pick from original main vocal line since yedams gone n hes so full of himself its SICKENING #lmk what yall think ive been theorizing abt this since i found out abt t5 omg #also tbh i think sahi totally fits the 'prettiest flower boys' concept i just dont think hed volunteer himself #n thats my basis for the guessing lol #also also going off this if there rly is another unit coming that would mean suk yoshi jae sahi jwoo unit. id eat that shit up

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s-ccaam-era-crepe · 2 years

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YALL!!!! They let me listen to chnt during my MRIs, best time of my life

#nearly fell asleep sydney sargent my beloved <33 #camera talks #camp here and there #chnt #tw medical #medical tw #ask to tag #lmk if there are more medical things I need to tag yall #also i only ended up getting through eps 1 & 2 but still tho #also i never want to do that again my adhd hated not being able to move and my claustrophobia was terrible #chnt helped tho /gen

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lewisvinga · 3 months

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that’s my girl | lance stroll x fem! reader

summary; lance’s fans hated y/n for her personality and willingness to defend him and herself at any cost. however, their views on her change when a fan meets her and posts all about it

fc; tara yummy

warnings; suggestive comments

taglist; @namgification

note; requested! i’ve been obsessed w tara yummy lately but yall my requests are closed atm, i’ll open them soon once i finish w the requests i have rn 😫 so pls bear w me n be patient 🙏

masterlist !

liked by lance_stroll, lilymhe, and others!

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username: not her not tagging lance…

yourusername: don’t want people looking at what’s mine 🤷‍♀️🤷‍♀️

lance_stroll: acting like you weren’t begging for a bag and a pair of shoes🤣

yourusername: not u exposing me 😩

lance_stroll: just telling the truth 🤫

lance_stroll: anything for my girl❤️

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username: ugh i don’t like her, she’s such a gold digger and it’s so obvious

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username: she’s so ugly and unclassy, idk why lance is dating her

yourusername: you’re pretty unclassy, but while we’re at it, lance just made out w me 😁😁

lilymhe: WOWWWW you’re so hot i can treat u better than him

yourusername: i can treat u better than alex bae

liked by lance_stroll, carmenmmundt, and others

yourusername: i 🖤 st tropez

username: here she goes again w the not tagging him💀💀💀

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username: omg the second picture i’m gonna go crazy

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lance_stroll: beautiful as always😍

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username: i actually like her but he’s all daddy’s money, she should date some other driver who earned his spot

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carmenmmundt: GORGEOUS 😍

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liked by lance_stroll, yourusername, and others

f1wagupdates:

a fan met y/n l/n while in new york city! she said that y/n was super nice, complimented her outfit, and even introduced her to lance! turns out the black cat of the paddock is super sweet!

tagged; yourusername, lance_stroll

username: her smile :( she looks so sweet

username: ugh i love her idc what yall think

username: omg omg i was that girl, she even gave me her lip gloss bc i asked about the shade😩

yourusername: lmk what u think bb bc the formula is so chefs kiss

username: omg shes in nyc??? i need to meet her nowww

yourusername: for a couple more days, may or may not pop up in saks tmrw at noon🤭

username: y’all were just bitter she’s dating your fave!! y/n will always be her

username: u could never catch me hating on mother

yourusername: i promise you guys i’m not scary😩😩 i’ll just defend my man or myself whenever 🤷‍♀️

lance_stroll: y/n is the sweetest girl i’ve ever met. she’s made me the happiest man ever. hating on her means hating me. i would take legal action against some people who leave nasty comments but y/n’s against it. she’s the best girl i could ever ask for. liked by yourusername, f1wagupdates and others!

lance_stroll: but that’s my girl ❤️

lance_stroll: and that ladies and gentlemen is how to make the y/n l/n giggle

yourusername: STOP EXPOSING ME😖

#formula one x reader #f1 x reader #f1 smau #f1 scenario #formula one scenarios #f1 imagine #formula one imagines #formula one imagine #f1 scenarios #formula one social media au #lance stroll x reader #lance stroll smau #lance stroll imagine #lance stroll scenarios

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golbrocklovely · 9 months

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dating colby headcannon

requested by anonymous: Could you possible write a dating Colby headcannon with the reader? Thank uuu

A/N: even tho i'm not taking requests, i figured i can do this real quick since it's a headcannon and i'm in the middle of finishing up the next chapter of the chosen daughter. so hopefully this holds yall over a bit longer while i finish that up :) and this is all gender neutral so anyone can read it ! lmk what you think and hope you enjoy.

let's start with how you two met: i think you being a friend of a friend would be how it all starts.

maybe this friend in common gets invited to a party that snc are at, and you tag along. you get introduced to colby, and yall hit it off.

colby is very much into vibes and how well he meshes with another person. so for him to be interested, he has to like being around you. that man does not waste his time around people he doesn't care about.

and i think with colby, things would start off PAINSTAKINGLY SLOW. if you're into a slow burn… that's what your life will be like lol

colby hasn't dated in a long time, it's been almost exclusively hook ups and situationships. so i think the beginning stages will be a bit rough (in more ways than one *wink wink nudge nudge*). i think it would take a long time before anything major happened, just because he's not used to being vulnerable with someone.

that being said, i can see him hooking up with you once or twice before anything serious even remotely starts, since that's his usual go-to method. that doesn't have to be all the way - it could be like making out in the club or in a house party bathroom. a little hidden, a bit secretive, but that makes it all the more fun. it's exciting because he makes you feel like you are the sun in his galaxy, even if it's just for a few minutes. that's how intense he can be.

and maybe you realize, "oh shit i got feelings for him…. will this ever turn into something more?" and that's when you start hanging out with him more, or at least making plans to.

and i think as time goes on, he grows attached to you (because he is a clingy person, respectfully). and he enjoys the parts of his day when he gets to see you. and that's when he starts to feel the sparks. but knowing him, he probably won't act on them for a while.

but slowly, you two get really close, and eventually try to start something. once he can feel his walls crumble, and yours are also down, that's when yall truly start to have a wonderful relationship.

so as for dating him, what do i think that would be like?

colby is very busy guy, no surprising to anyone. so it's hard for yall to hang out as often as you want to (which would be like everyday if you could, and same goes for him).

but colby finds ways of seeing you or talking to you at least once a day.

even if it's just to check in on you, or ask you about your day. colby also likes to tell you about the stuff he was up to, give you little heads up on new projects before anyone else. but only when he knows they're happening bc he doesn't like talking about things that might not happen. very earth sign of him lol

i don't see him sending 'good morning' messages, but i could see him sending 'goodnight' ones. definitely with a black heart emoji somewhere thrown in there.

oooh, pet names. i'm seeing him using baby, babe, darling, sweetheart, love, and possibly honey. especially when he's drunk, he's extra affectionate.

when he goes on investigations, he comes back and HAS to tell you everything. he also loves being around you after because you make him feel so comfortable and at home. and he needs that after being paranormally hungover.

if you go with him on trips… omg, he will be protective. for sure. checking in on how you're feeling every couple minutes.

and if you get really scared, he's ready to send you home. he doesn't want to see you hurt or terrified at all. so sometimes he isn't the most favorable towards you going with him (unless you insist).

yall's biggest past time together: cuddling.

that man needs cuddles, AT LEAST, once a day. otherwise, he will be whiny lol (he might not show it at first, but once he's comfortable, he's gonna be a baby about cuddles, guarantee).

he needs to be touching you at all times, whether out in public or not. he doesn't seem like a crazy PDA type, so nothing too ~sexual~, but he will be holding your hand every chance he gets.

unless, of course, he's feeling a bit frisky… then you run the chance of having to go home early or finding a private area to have your fun sksks

i see him being the type to wrap his arms around you from behind, pulling you tight against him. especially if you're waiting in like a long line or something. he just wants you in his arms whenever he can.

like i mentioned before, he is a very busy man. so i see him doing a lot of at home dates. making pizzas together (or just dinners in general), setting up little pillow forts for movie nights, cute vibes all around. omg and of course - LOTS of camping outside and staring at the stars and talking for hours. that's 1000% for sure.

and maybe if you're the type that likes hiking, maybe you guys would go hiking together.

but i do see him also taking you out to exclusive clubs, bars, and restaurants since he has the hookup and the following to get into places that are new.

emotionally, i think you two would be so deeply into each other. i think being understanding and just getting one another is something major he wants in a relationship. so i think always being open and honest would be the main center point of your relationship.

he wants no drama, and wants love to come easy. and most likely you feel the same way, which is why you guys mesh well together.

physically… i mean, cmon. look at the material lol

he's definitely wants to make sure your needs are met. he's a people pleaser after all. and if you're his person, he's making sure you're pleased.

he's a very giving lover, is all i'm gonna say ;)

#colby brock #colby brock x reader #colby brock headcannon #colby brock fic #colby brock fluff #what you seek

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3hrtn · 5 months

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Desperate for more Anton x reader smut…

OUUU OKAYYY!!! like I said in my last post...I'm still learning how to write smut so if it's bad pls tell me what I can do to fix it!!

Minors dni

Pairing: boyfriend!anton x tired!reader

⚠️warnings⚠️: fingering(f.recieving), oral(f.recieving), reader gets called baby and princess

Today kicked your ass. It was like EVERYTHING went wrong. You woke up....you fell in the shower. You went to get morning coffee...you got stuck in line and ran later for class. You had a presentation today and stuttered the whole way through. All you want to do right now is go home and snuggle with your boyfriend. (ALSO UNPOPULAR OPINION: snuggling>>>>cuddling) As you get in your car you see a text from your amazing boyfriend.

Ant💍🤭: Hey love, I miss you so much. Are you on your way home yet?

Y/n: yeah I just got in the car I can't wait to see you! 💖

You start the car and drive home

(time skip to when you're home)

You unlock the door and literally as soon as you do anton envelopes you in a warm hug. "I missed you so much baby!!" He says as he guides you to the couch. "Missed you too." You whisper as you watch him grab you some water. "How was your day?" You just stare for a second as he asks. You two tell each other everything. He seemed so happy but you didn't want to ruin the mood. "It was good." you say forcing a smile. Anton's smile drops and he walks over to you and passes you the water. "Y/n, what's wrong. I can tell when you're lying." He was right. He probably knew you better than you even knew yourself! "It's just...I had a really bad day. I was late to school and I fucked up my presentation. I feel like a failure." You frown and put your head down. Anton uses his hand and puts your chin up "you're not a failure love, it was just one presentation no need to worry." He places a kiss on your lips. He couldn't help it! You look so beautiful right now.

"I love you." You say as you passionately kiss him. You wish oxygen wasn't a necessity or else you two would've been like this all night. Anton moves down and kisses your neck as he plays with one of your boobs. You moan as he lightly pinches your nipple and plays with it in his hand. After leaving multiple marks on your neck, he finally puts one of your boobs in his mouth as he plays with the other one. "I love you so much baby" Anton says. You can feel a wet spot forming your panties as he continues playing with your boobs. Anton moves down your body kissing your tummy.

He gets between your legs and kisses your pretty thighs getting extremely close to your pussy. He uses his thumb to play with you through your panties a bit. You whimper at the touch. He takes off your panties and dives straight in. He licked a thick stripe up your pussy and nibbled at your clit. "Oh my God baby I love this pussy so much" he says while in your pussy. He stick two of his fingers inside you as he continues to eat you out. You moan out at the sudden thickness inside you. He pumps his fingers in and out of you. " I'm close baby!" You yell. "cum on my tongue princess." You do as he says and he gets up to hug you.

"you did so amazing love." He says as he helps you catch your breath. He runs you a hot bubble bath and lays you out some pajamas and y'all go to bed.💖💖💖

SORRY IF THIS WAS KINDA BAD TOO!!! LIKE I SAID IM STILL KINDA LEARING HOW TO WRITE SMUT SO😭😭 LMK WHAT YALL WANNA SEE NEXT THO MY REQUESTS ARE OPENNNNN<333

#anton x reader #riize anton #anton smut #anton imagines #riize hard hours #riize smut #riize imagines #riize x reader #🐿️ writes anton #🐿️ writes riize

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allocnddits · 1 month

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AZUL DA COR DO MAR yt22

summary: brazilian!reader x yuki. Your friends want you to get together with Yuki so they plan a whole trip just for you to see each other again. part 2

warnings: fingering, finger sucking, flirting, drinking, semi public.

wc: about 1.5 k

notes: writing for yuki even tho no one asked bc i love him. lmk if yall want a part two

When Kika asked you if you were up to play tour guide in your homecity for Pierre and his friends you really wanted to say no, but that was really not you. They were planing for their winter getaway to be more of a summer one, so what better than Brazil, where she had your guidance. If you were being honest with yourself, you only accepted because she said her boyfriend's ex-teammate would be there and she knew it. You had met Yuki a few months prior at the São Paulo GP, you went on a date and had been flirting through dm's ever since.

So you all met at the airport and drove straight to your family's beach house you would be staying at.

The day was fun, Pierre had rented a boat and you were making drinks all day till everyone was drunk enough to dance. Kika was brave enough to ask you to teach her how to dance funk. You would've hesitated if you hadn't had a few drinks but the alcohol in your body discarted all the second thoughts. Everyone watched as you first started to guide her hips and as soon as she got the rhythm you bent your body over her own, hands on her hips as you both started twerking.

You hadn't really seen all the eyes on you but Kika definelly did. When the song finished she pulled you back to the small litchen where you started making yourselves drinks, telling you how Yuki wouldn't take his eyes off you and how his jaw dropped at the way you danced. You denied it all, blushing at the idea that you could have that effect over him. She had just started telling you that Pierre can't take Yuki asking about you everytime when she saw him walk in.

"Vou ver se o meu namorado ainda consegue andar. E tu, vê lá quem é que está a chegar." Im gonna see if my boyfriend can still stand. And you, look who's coming over. She said, placing a straw in her drink and walking away.

"Te odeio!" I hate you

"Can I have a drink?" he asked increbly close to your ear as he came up behind you.

"Sure, what d'ya want"

"One of those with lemonade that you made earlier."

"Uma caipirinha" you explained, watching as he leaned back on the counter, his arms flexing in the process.

"Exactly, can I have one of those?" you nodded, gathering the ingredients and starting the drink. “You are unbelievable, you know that?”

“What are you talking about?” you giggled, turning away from the drink to look at him.

“The dancing, this bikini, how gorgeous you look when you tan. You’re driving me insane.”

“Am I now?” he nodded “then do something about it.” you teased and he pulled you closer my the waist, lips crashing into yours harshly. You could taste the vodka on him when you pushed your tongue past his lips but it was cut short by him pulling away. “Shit, sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you off, Yuki, that’s just how we do things around here.” you explained when you saw his eyes widen.

“No, it’s fine, I just wasn’t prepared, c’mere” he pulled you back in as you threw your arms around his neck, this time he pushed his tongue in, showing he got the hang of it. His hands lowered to your ass, lifting you up to sit on the counter behind you. Your legs spread instantly, making him settle between them, his body now impossibly close to yours. After a couple of minutes you had to pull away before you did something stupid, your chin rested on his shoulder and his on yours.

“The sun is setting, don't you wanna get in the water one last time before we head back?”

“Only if you come with me.” you shook your head “you’re the only one that didn’t get in the water, come on”

“You have no idea what will happen with my hair if I wet it.”

“It’s just hair, cmon. If you don’t jump I’ll push you in.”

“Fine, let me just finish this drink first."

After your quick jump in the water you headed back to the shore. Everyone packed their things back in the cars so you could head to the house. You convinced them to let you drive since you were the least drunk and you managed to get everyone safely home. After everyone got settled in their rooms, you had dinner that you bought on the way there and played some pool. While everyone was outside you stayed in, cleaning and prepping some things for the other day.

“What the hell are you doing inside?” Yuki asked when he caught you in the kitchen.

“Baking bread”

“Bread? right now?”

“It’s for tomorrow, gotta have freshly baked bread in the morning for the full Brazil experience, just gotta make sure it’s ready for it. You like bread, right?”

“I’m not really allowed to eat it for majority of the year, so yeah”

“Great. I’m not a big fan, myself but apparently I’m good at making it.” you said, setting the dish aside and turning around to wash your hands

“And are you done yet?” he asked, watching as you walked around the kitchen. He just couldn’t get enough of you in those tiny little shorts, unbuttoned dress shirt showing your bikini and your natural hair up.

“Just cutting up some fruit for tomorrow, don’t wanna wake up hang over and still have to do this.”

“I could help” you nodded, handing him the knife you were using and shuffling to the side where you finished off your brazilian lemonade by pouring it in a jar and putting it in the fridge.

“You’re good at this, look at that, all your cubes are the same size.” he chuckled at your comment as you put the papaya cubes in a bowl, stealing some as he washed his hands. “so you just have hidden talents like this?” you asked, sat on the counter, head rested on the wall by your side as you sucked the remaining fruit off your fingers.

“I like cooking so it’s just practice.” he said as he walked over to grab the desk towel that rested beside you.

You hummed in response, still licking on the pad of your finger. “Come here. Try some, it’s really sweet.” you fed him a piece of the fruit and held them to his mouth. You watched carefully as your fingers went past his lips, you bit your own at the sight of him sucking them. He placed himself between your legs, finally popping your finger out of his mouth and kissing you. You kissed him back intensely, pulling him closer with your legs and your hands meeting the hair on the back of his head as his met your ass. Your tongue pushed into his mouth and he started guiding your hips back and forth against his own. His lips left yours to focus on your neck, first behind your ears, then under your jaw, and lower till he met your collarbones and going all the way back up.

“What are the chances you let me finger you right here?” he whispered against your ear as his hand cupped you through your shorts.

“Pretty high, I’d say” you smiled against the skin of his neck that was pressed to your face.

He wasted no time and started unbuttoning your shorts and snaking his hand inside them. Yuki smirked against your lips when he felt the wet spot on your bikini and circled it, making you buck your hips at his touch. His other hand pulled on the ties of your bikini that hanged on the sides of your shorts, making more room for his hand inside them. Yukis fingers touched you with nothing in the way now, spreading your lips to reach your clit, flicking it quite harshly before circling with the pads of his fingers.

Your mouth on his was nonstop, kisses so erotic you could hear the smacking and sliding of tongues, but it stopped when he penetrated you with two of his fingers. Your jaw dropped at how deep they were inside you and he smirked again, your reactions making him feel cockier. He started curling them up, hitting all the perfect spots inside you, his palm pressed against your clit giving you the slightest of friction. He caught your lips back in his, left hand going up your body and meeting your boob, kneading it ever so slightly. When Yuki realized your hips bucking into his palm he managed to use his thumb to stimulate you.

“Fuck, Yuki, so close, come on” you groaned making him shush you, not wanting people to come in and see you like this.

He sped up his fingers, feeling you start to clench around them but when he tweaked your nipple between his fingers you couldn’t take it. You came for him, bitting his shoulder to try muffling your sounds but a strangled moan escaped, making the person who was sleeping the the living room next to the kitchen turn in their sleep and start snoring. You giggled against his neck, feeling him smile against yours before stretching his neck to check who it was.

“It’s one of Pierre's friends. Don’t worry, he’s completely passed out.” he pulled his fingers out of you taking them to your mouth and making you lick them clean. “You’re so fucking hot, you know that?”

“I get told often, yeah” you teased, before giving his thumb a quick lick. “So, i’ll be in my room, alone, if you wanna know. I’m done in the kitchen for tonight.” you slid off the counter and gave him a kiss before heading to your room.

#yuki tsunoda x reader #yt22 x reader #yuki tsunoda smut #yt22 smut #yuki tsunoda imagine #yt22 imagine #a writes #brazilian!reader #latina!reader

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nobianna · 9 months

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congrats!

summary: you're bf congratulating you after passing all of your test and exam

cumtent warning: onyankapon x black reader, no smut just fluff guys

novas notes: originally this was gonna be for armin but i figured yall would love ony more, lmk if yall want something with armin tho, happy bday onyannn,not proofread, minors dni, support black blogs.

"Alright cmon nie baby" you heard you're boyfriend speak behind you.

you were blindfolded as your man walked you to an unknown location, he had you get dolled up and told you that he was gonna spend time with you especially after not being able to for weeks.

" nigga you act like i can see where im going, you the one leading me" you responded back to him aggravated at the nerve of him

how dare he damn near ignore you for weeks and then suddenly tell you to get up, final exams stressed you out more than ever but when the person who you went too for peace couldn't be there for you it crushed you're soul.

so when you found out you passed all your exams with flying colors you rushed to tell your man, you were met with a bunch of "i knew you could do it, get ready we have a day planned"

but even when you had that small conversation he somehow still managed to not text you all day except the

you ready??

come outside, im hea

text you received 30 minutes prior to this exact moment.

so yes even though you know you were in for some kind of treat you were still upset at the lack of affection your boyfriend had given to you.

"watch ya mouth, we almost there" he too was clearly fed up with the attitude present in you're voice.

you had no response

you just wanted to get this over with.

after walking down some steps you felt him bend down and grab until your ankle and fondle with your heel strap

"ony what the hell is you doing" you asked looking down despite the fact that you couldn't even see him

"relax ma, i need you to help me take you're shoes off"

even though you were confused you obliged and helped him

your suspicions grew some more when you heard the sound of heavy waters crashing together and you could see the dim lights through out the blindfold.

you're questions were answered when you stepped off the final step and you felt the soft cool sand on your feet

you were indeed at the beach,alone,and at 8 pm.

"ony.." the attitude that was present earlier now gone, you now spoke in a calmer, quieter voice.

because what the fuck did this man plan.

"dont ask any questions just keep holding me"

after a short walk you were set down, and ony set right across from you and told you to take off your blindfold.

when you did you were met with a beautiful sight.

it was a candle lit dinner, there was rose petals, drinks and your favorite meals already set up.

" oh baby... you did not have to do all of this"

you noticed the beach house in the back figuring that you would be spending the rest of the night there.

" um.. yea i did, i always gotta show out for my girl"

lmk if yall want part 2 with some smut tho 🫣🤨

#nova writes #aot fandom #black writers #onyankopon smut #onyankopon x reader #connie springer #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon snk #connie smut #eren jeager smut #cancel white bitches #black reader #aot onyankopon #armin arlet headcanons #shorts

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biscuitsngravie · 5 months

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fics for december

i dont do events and stuff like that, so pls dont think this is a kinkmas thing. this is just my lineup for december. lmk if you wanna be tagged. tbh?? im gonna upload all of these mfs on the same day LMAO. with the possible exception of the two nurse geto ones since that's a collab with @yasminessims <3

the last one (getou x stripper reader) is a long fic, so at MOST it'll get started in december, but def aint finna be done lol

levi x reader: Ssshhh🤫

your needy ass couldnt wait til you got home, so now he has to fuck you in an empty room. be quiet. or else

shanks x reader: gangsta fairytale

hc style even tho i got carried away. mafia au. i aint go much to say, this was just brain worms

sukuna x reader: what that mouth do?

this is just like...pure horny. we're doing true form sukuna, we're doing double cocks, we're doing mouths everywhere and anywhere, and you know we puttin tummy mouth to work! (this is the one that won the poll)

SatoSugu: just like that...

*tag is correct for positions. this one is a surprise.

Nurse Geto x Gojo: ails that plague the healthy

gojo gets hurt and the nurse who triages him is hot. unbelievably so. all of a sudden he's the "clumsiest" bastard alive. this one is a collab with @yasminessims and we're doing a fem and masc version!

getou x stripper!reader — carousels and wishing wells: a tale of poles, pussy, and power

i dont even have the braincells to describe this one. ur a stripper. he's a client. need i say more? i wanna bring a *slightly* more realistic approach to this one (having been the child of actual sex workers sfhsklf) hence why it's gonna be long as fuck lol

i have time to finish all of these in december tbh, but if i need more time ill just upload all of them in january. i dont feel like posting more than once, so if anything ill just save them in my drafts. that way i can add anyone who wants to be tagged accordingly. i'll let yall know when i have a date. tbh i really wanna finish them this month cause i wanna finish my book in january before i start the next one in august😭

if you wanna be tagged in anything in particular or in all of them lmk. ill reblog this regularly

#levi x reader #levi smut #shanks x reader #shanks smut #sukuna x reader #sukuna smut #satosugu #goge #sugusato #gego #geto x read #geto smut #satsosugu smut #sugusato smut #jordussy #jordussy speaks

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witheringwidgetwrites · 6 months

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Can I request either Mammon or Levi with gauze/lube edging. I read about it from a manga called If I Have a Chance, I Want to Warp My Boyfriend's Fetishes! It seems like a Japanese niche thing so it's hard to find more of it.

definitely niche, i read the manga tho. I will give it my best shot! Not to edge yall or nothing but lmk if you want a continuation! i wasnt sure if i was doing this right tbh.

"Ya wanna try what?" Mammon looks stunned.

"It's called gauze lube edging, or something, I'm not sure." You giggle, smiling oh so sinisterly at him.

"I-I mean I'm down? Just be careful ya know?" You nod, and he seems unphased when you pull a bottle of lube from your bag, and a pair of pantyhose.

"Tights? What'd ya need those for?" He furrows his brow, blush rising up to his cheeks. You glance at his cock and see the small tent start to form in his pants.

"You'll find out. It's supposed to be a fun suprise! Not sit back on your bed while I get this ready." Mammon doesn't need a command to comply, this time. He scrambles to get onto his bed, propping his head against the wall.

It doesn't take much time to get started, he's already half hard and you take his cock in your hand, pumping a couple times before getting the pantyhose. You pour the lube on your hand, then wrap it around his cock with the tights, giving it a another few pumps, "How's that feel?"

"N-not bad, you can keep going," He grits his teeth, grunting as you start to move you hand a little faster. He shivers for a moment when you pour more lube on. "Watch it! That's cold!" You giggle, warming it up swiftly with your hand. You stroke him for a minute or two, letting him get used to the new friction.

You start to stroke him faster, before pulling the thin netting off, and flatting it against him, pulling it back and fourth along the bottom side of his cock, he cries out, "fuck, j-just like that, holy shit MC," he groans, you start to strain the fabric more, pressing harder against him, "'shit, I might cum from this," he blushes furiously, averting his gaze and turning his head to the side.

You continue for a few moments longer, just enough so you see him start to leak precum, and you stop. "Shit, what was that for?"

You giggle, "It's called edging, remember?"

Lmk if yall want a continuation!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #obey me mammon #obey me mammon smut #obey me x reader #obey me smut #obey me x reader smut #om! mammom #om! mammon smut #om! mammon x reader

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talonbite4596 · 7 months

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This took over 20 hours to make I'm deceased... I'm glad it's done I need a break lol

Close ups on the pins under the cut!! (And some extra little notes for fun)

The formatting and graphic design could be better but, again, I just want to be done 😭 so ummm oops sorry !!

Yay yum yayaya art woooo yes !!!

More notes for fun !!

- when I say "loves animals (... not many, but still)" it means he can, has, and WILL burn squirrels alive for free entertainment, as well as shooting animals for fun... but he would also cry and feel awful if he stepped on a dog's foot... he's got favorites, basically, and does NOT hide it

- sun freckles, because why not

- kinda a dirty kid... literally the definition of "boys will be boys 🤪" where he's just always getting into the weirdest shit. You take your eyes off him for 1 second and he returns with mud all over himself and probably has a cat or something and just has the dumbest smile on his face !!! Idiot kid love him tho

- I added a gir pin because I love gir and for fun, doesn't matter if it doesn't make sense.... just roll with it !!

- made him Trans bc psychonauts as a whole is a trans allegory in my mind so, it made sense !! And because he's... 10 he hasn't done anything medical yet, just socially transitioned !! (Adding this point because some people see that and think the wrong things, like those ppl who think 4 year Olds are getting surgery and forcefully getting hormones jabbed into them. NO that's not happening)

- if he was a 2000s kid he'd like a lot of different things, like Mario and sonic games, and certain TV shows and movies (like invader zim, pokemon shows/movies, Disney stuff etc. Just general kids stuff yk?)

- sasha gave him coffee once.... he then proceeded to ramble about random things for hours while he tried to help work on things. So, he was able to focus better but won't shut UP (I'm projecting)

- he enjoys media that reminds him of himself, which is the "odd man out" type stuff, it helps him feel better about feeling like he doesn't belong bc he knows he isn't alone. It's sad but it helps him idk!!

OKAY IM DONE (for now) but yippee wow isn't that cool !!! I'm curious what yall think so lmk if u wanna !! I love hearing what Y'all think of my stuff, and I might post more headcanon type stuff later on if that's something ur interested in, honestly just send me an ask if u wanna know my hc for specific characters!!

OKAY goodbye drink water 💖

#psychonauts #my art #fanart #psychonauts fanart #razputin aquato #psychonauts 2 #psychonauts razputin #fan ref sheet #psychonauts fan ref

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spideycatt · 10 months

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Wig Thief || 1610!M.M x Black!Fem!Reader

[Oneshot]

Synopsis: The one day you decide to switch it up Miles just gotta be himself

Word Count: 1.1K

Song Recs: Change your life // Kehlani, Snooze // SZA, Garden // SZA

Warnings: Fem black reader, reader has a mom, banter, mentions of weed, one sentence in Spanish, cuss words (and use of the word nigga), Reader has a smart mouth (kinda), incense, screaming, reader has a chubby belly (I think it's so cute I can't help myself)

Not rlly warnings: Reader has locs (on the shorter side), Miles is taller than reader, use of aave, wig-snatchin (incase some of yall got ptsd LMAO), Reader's kinda on the boho side (not entirely tho)

Lmk if I missed anything!!

You recently got your locs retwisted and went through every hairstyle in the book. And if you were being completely honest with yourself, you missed your afro. You voiced this to your mother and she immediately shot you down to your dismay.

"Girl get the fuck out my face with that nonsense." She'd waved you off, obviously not willing to hear you out.

"But ma! I'm starting to get bored of my locs, there's only so much a girl could doooo." You whined, flopping on her bed as she side-eyed you for not listening to her.

"Just get a wig, you used to wear 'em all the time. You not taking out them locs, and if you do, I'm not the one paying to get them redone when you regret it." She argued, going back to her loud Facebook video. And honestly, even though you couldn't take them out, you still saw this small compromise as a victory.

This leads you to now, in the hair store trying to figure out which one you wanted. You didn't want any flashy colors just yet, wanting to do something tame for the time being. Deciding on a dark-colored afro, you buy some more products with the wig and leave.

When you got to your house you immediately played some tunes on the tv and lit some lavender incense, you were gonna smoke a blunt while you did your hair but decided to save it for later. You sit down in front of your long mirror, braiding your locs back while watching Bumblebee on your laptop. You were so into the movie you didn't hear your bedroom window open.

"Whatcha watchin'?" Your boyfriend, Miles, whispered in your ear, ripping a shriek out of you.

"Miles, how many times I gotta tell you to stop doing that shit?" You say with a hand on your chest, heart beating a thousand miles (haha) per second.

He shrugged.

The mother fucker shrugged.

"Don't make me get up and beat you up."

"Damn, ma. I'm sorry." He laughed sitting down behind you, wrapping his long arms around your torso. He kisses behind your ear gently. "And you didn't answer my question..."

"I'm- Miles stop rubbing on my stomach." You deadpan at him through the mirror. "My Ma said I couldn't take my locs out so she told me to put on a wig."

"Why'd you wanna take 'em out in the first place?" He raised an eyebrow at you expectantly. "Uhmm 'cause I'm getting bored of my locs. You question me too damn much."

"What it look like?"

"There you go asking more questions."

"C'mon, ma I'm just curious.." He said getting up and looking for said wig. He looked at a purple bag on your bed skeptically, picking it up and finding a mop of hair inside. He quickly grabbed the bag and your phone and ran into the bathroom.

A beat of silence passes before you realize your boyfriend was missing.

"Miles, why are you so quiet?" And where was your phone..?

"Huh? I'm not being quiet— y-you're being quiet?" He said in more of a question than a statement. You finish up your last braid and stand up, shaking your head.

"I'm coming in there. You bet not be in my shit."

"What? I'm not in your shit —why would you say that?"

You quickly got your answer as to what mess Miles was doing this time. Lo and behold, this grown nigga, wearing your wig. With your phone in his hand. The wig honestly didn't look that bad on him, but his hair was out, making him look like he had a giant head. That and the hairline being way too close to his eyes made you hold back a laugh, feeling more humored than angry.

"Miles."

"Yea?" He said tentatively, setting your phone down on the sink counter.

"Give it here."

"But I look so good!"

"Nigga give it back!" You lunge at him, snatching the wig off his head.

"Ma! Now why would you do that!?!?" He whined snatching the wig back and holding it up in the air, making you stand on your tippy toes.

"Miles! Te voy a matar." You say quickly, almost losing your footing as you jump up to grab the wig out of his hand. "Careful mami you could hurt yourself," He said with a smug look on his face, before running past you into your bedroom.

"Good Spanish, by the way!"

"Miles! Give it backkk." You stomped your foot and pouted at him. It looked like he was gonna give it up for a second, but he put it back on his head. Putting his hand up to look at his nails, he swayed his head dramatically.

"Nuh-uh, girl!! This all me, girl."

"You just have to be you." You huffed, dragging a hand over your face.

"Ok, ok, sorry, baby," He said, walking up to you, taking the wig off his head, and placing it into your awaiting hand. He stood close to you, almost too close, towering over you as he placed a long kiss on your cheek. "Forgive me?"

"Nah. You owe me for this." You glare at him, sitting back down in front of your mirror to finish your hair. "How do some incense and waist beads sound?" he said, sitting down behind you to paw at your belly more.

"And Starbucks for a week." You said, smiling, starting your movie again.

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.luv4miles idk why he think he funny…

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.luv4ynnie idk why you still acting mad when i’m buying you Starbucks for a WEEK?!?!

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.luv4ynnie Thas cuz I am😁

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.luv4miles no miles, ur not. 😾

BONUS:

Apparently, you made too much noise jumping up and down around the bathroom, because you got a call from your mom on your phone. You answer it and put it on speaker.

"Yea, Mama?"

"Y'all making too much damn noise! I don't know who you think you is sneaking Miles up in my house— but if y'all keep making noise, Ima walk up there and handle you myself. And I swear if I catch y'all asses naked and canoodling in bed, Ima whoop both of y'all! And then Ima send Miles home and tell his mama so she can whoop him too! And you gonna be out the house for a week. Bye." She hung up quickly, not letting you respond.

You look back at Miles with a shocked expression to see him making the same look on his face. You guys make eye contact before laughing loudly.

"Oh my god!"

"I can't believe she thought- that- that we were, oh my-" Miles stutters, making you laugh even harder.

Kkuet.

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