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guineverekrumbs · 12 days

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Favorite part

Summary: Night in with Bucky and you decided to do a cute tiktok trend with him, thinking it would be funny but brought out sweet confessions.

Warning: Stupid in love idiots, Bucky in love, tooth rotting fluff. implied smut.

I snuggled closer into Bucky’s clothe hard stomach, his warmth radiating over my face as I mindlessly scroll down my phone on his lap. As I go through Tiktok I found a cute trend that couples did which made me grin. It was cute and funny.

“Hey, babe?” I began, making him stop going through Netflix. We were having a night in and I just finish wiping off the green clay mask that I managed to convince him to do, though there were still a bit left here and there. Steel blue eyes gazed down at you, still making your stomach flip despite being together for a while now. “Something wrong, doll?”

I immediately straddled him, his hands automatically wrap around my waist. “Nope, I just have a question for you.” I grinned mischievously. he looked at me suspiciously before nodding for me to continue.

“Can you touch your favorite part of me?”

His eyes widened a bit, he looked a bit startled which made me giggle. “Its just a cute trend on Tiktok.” I explained. “You don’t have to do it but I am a little curious on what your favorite part is now. "

“I’ll never understand whats going on in that pretty little head of yours” He said, amusement dancing in his eyes. He let out a dramatic hum as he pretended to think about it, with a hand on his chin. The whole image just made me laugh.

After a few seconds, he began checking me out from head to toe. When he was done, his hands grabbed my cheeks, squishing them. “What are you-” He quickly shushed me as he continued his examination. I stifled a giggle as he turned my head side to side, before sliding his hands down to my shoulder, then to the curve of my waist. His hands roamed up to my ticklish ribs then he gave my boobs a quick squeeze, making me squeal. “Behave!” I glared jokingly, slapping his hands away from my chest.

“What? I’m sorry, but Its hard to choose if I don’t examine you properly.” He defended with raised hands, not looking sorry at all that it made me burst out laughing.

“You are hopeless.” I let out mid laugh as I teasingly push him away. He immediately pulled me back closer to his chest, my laugh vibrating through his body. A stupid grin lit up his face as he tucked a stray hair from my face .

I calmed down as I noticed the look of pure adoration on his face, eyes full of so much love and a tinge of disbelief. It was almost overwhelming. I tilted my head before asking,“What is it?”

Bucky shook his head, resting his hand on my cheek as his thumb stroked it affectionately. The blood rushed to my cheeks, making me a feel a bit light headed. I covered his hand with mine and cuddled closer to his palm.

“You don’t even feel real sometimes, and you want me to decide on a favorite part?” He softly whispered.

His hand began tracing my face. “Maybe, its your eyes that never looked at me with judgment or fear, eyes that never saw a monster, it just saw me.” He tapped my nose before tracing bottom lip with his thumb. “Or your soft lips that kisses every scar and nightmare away.” Lastly, he place his hand over you heart. “Or your big heart, that decided that this undeserving man was worth your love.”

Every admission made my heart ache, it felt so full that it made it a bit difficult to breath. He didn’t deserve me? Its me who doesn’t deserve him. I must have saved a country in my past life.

Blinking away tears that threatened to fall. I quickly pulled him into a hug, tucking my head into his neck. His strong arms wrapped around me tight, as if he never wanted to let go. “Doll, whats-”

“Shush, you’re gonna make me cry.” A stray tear managed to fall down and I felt his laugh reverberate through me as he rubbed my back. “Hey, come on, let me see those pretty eyes.” He tried to gently pry me off, but I stubbornly held on tighter. “No.”

Bucky chuckled and then pressed a kiss on my temple. My body melted into him, making me remember all the times he held me close during a series of meltdowns and breakdowns because life just wasn’t all rainbows and sunshine all the time. I would’ve gone into a downward spiral without him.

I grinned into his neck as something dawned on me. “Hey Buck, do you know what my favorite part of me is?” I mumbled.

“Let me guess, you big brain?” He teased.

That made me giggle as I finally raised my head to look at him softly. My hands cradled his face, his lips tipped. I leaned in a pressed a chaste kiss on his lips. His lips followed mine before I pressed a finger on them. I gazed directly into those steel blue eyes before saying, “My favorite part of me is you.”

Bucky’s eyebrows furrowed, obviously confuse by my answer. “Every time the world feels like its against me, you’re the part that reminds me that I’m not alone. When I feel like the stress is about to sweep me off my feet, you’re the part that anchors me to the ground, and when my anxiety makes the world stop, you’re that part that brings the world back to its axis.”

His eyes widened disbelief as his mouth parted like he was going to say something before closing them again. Completely speechless, he let out a chuckle. “You sure know how to make a man speechless, doll.”

“Ditto.”

Steel blue eyes gazed my face before pulling me into a searing kiss. His hands cradled my face and I could lose myself to the sensation of his tongue against mine. The hand on my waist pulled me closer, making me melt into his embrace.

We broke the kiss, breathing heavily. He pressed his forehead against mine. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Suddenly, he stood up, taking me with him. My legs quickly wrapped around his hips, as I clung onto his neck. “Where are we going?”

He smirked. “To do our favorite activity together.”

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just-some-trans-nobody · 5 months

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December Christmas Monster stories

December 13.) Half giant x GN reader

Warnings: depression, hating job, job quitting, size difference

Minors Don't Interact!

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Working as one of Santa's elf was a seasonal job, the pay was shit but it was fun. Pretty much volunteer work. There was a bonus though. It came in the form of the man playing Santa named Treg.

He was a half giant and standing next to him in your work uniform you really did look like a Christmas elf. Treg was kind to everyone, always smiling. You couldn't help but be drawn to him. It helped that you were one of his main elfs. Every shift he had you worked too. Always right next to him helping him with the kids or getting him water. Any time he had to get up and walk somewhere you were with him to make sure he didn't bump into any kids. It was hard seeing kids when you were that big. Treg was always so happy when you helped him out. Constantly thanking you for every little thing you did for him.

Treg often would make you a cup of hot chocolate during your shared break. It always tasted better when he made it. The two of you would always chat the whole break before going back to going to work.

The work gossip was that both of you were dating in secret. Though any time the two of you were confronted Treg vehemently denied it. You did so too, just less convincing than him. One of your coworkers noticed this and asked you in private if you wished you were dating him. You frowned as you nodded your head. They gave you a look of pity before walking away.

They must have said something to Treg because after that day he started avoiding you. It hurt badly when suddenly your schedule changed from his. You had been replaced by another worker who preferred to pose for the photos and flirt with all the parents instead of helping Treg. Not that you could do anything about it, you were assigned to a different Santa. He was a satyr who didn't care about his job, he worked the dead shift hardly anyone came around when he worked and he liked it that way.

Your fun job became miserable in less than a week all because you couldn't get a handle on your dumb one sided crush. You didn't smile at work anymore, what was the point?

Before the end of the second week you had turned in your uniform and quit. You went home and cried that night. The next day you went out to the store to go get comfort food. Walking around the store you filled your cart with tooth rotting snacks. Your heart hurt so you wanted your stomach to hurt more to take your mind away from it.

Walking around absentmindedly you didn't pay attention to anything until you heard heavy footsteps. Looking up you saw Treg approaching you. You had the urge to run away from him but found yourself frozen in place. “Y/n? I heard you quit? Why did you do that?” His voice sounded heart broken. Why did he sound heart broken? Treg was the one who rejected and ignored you, not the other way around.

“What does it matter to you? You made it clear you didn't like me when you started ignoring me.” You snorted, turning your head to look anywhere but at him. “I only started distancing myself because I realized I liked you too and that scared me. I'm constantly scared that I'm not going to know your next to me and I'll accidently hurt you.” Treg explained stepping closer to you. “Didn't every day we worked together prove I could handle that? You never hurt me before, why worry about that now?” You asked, glancing at him. “Because the thought of being with you meant a higher chance of hurting you but when you were gone it hurt even worse.” His eyes were starting to water as he talked.

How could you be upset at that face? Looking down at your feet you stepped forward reaching your hand out to hold his sleeve. “I'd take that risk to be with you.” You told him, looking up at him. “For you? I'd risk anything.” Treg said carefully, holding your hand in his large one. You looked like a doll compared to him, you kind of liked it.

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primojade · 1 year

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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 | three times the wanderer tried balancing the books, and the one time he accepted something, free of charge.

𝐂𝐖 / 𝐓𝐖 | gn!reader x wanderer; reader is some sort of healer; tooth-rotting fluff; non-graphic depiction of injuries; slight suggestive at the end; let me know if I missed anything!

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 | This was actually inspired by Nahida's small dialogue in the Interlude Archon Quest where she told Wanderer that not all relationships are about "balancing the books". It gives a lot of insight about the Wanderer's character and possible development in the future so here we are HAHAHA.

Also, this monstrosity of a fic had reached 3k words 💀 I hope you enjoyed! Lmao.

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Your first meeting with the elusive Wanderer isn't exactly one to be called pleasantly memorable. Though it was one that you would remember for the rest of your 'pitiful mortal' life—as he mockingly tried to put it numerous times.

One bright morning that you expect to go as mundane as any other day, you were met with an injured man near your doorsteps. He was unlike any other you have met before, as beautiful as a porcelain doll, he has the presence that commands both respect and intimidation, though his crude remarks leaves something to be desired.

Wanderer, as he strictly called himself as, irritatedly told you that he had no need for your help patching him up. All he need was a proper rest for a few hours, a quiet place away where your rants and lectures won't reach his ears, so his stupid injuries will heal itself. You have to fight tooth and nail (read: stubbornly convince him to stay) just to ensure that he will not exhaust himself further and possibly make his injuries worse than they were.

"—shut up, mortal."

"Wow. Is that how you should talk to your doctor, now, Wanderer?" Sarcasm bled to your tone as you tried cornering him in the nearby wall where he situated himself away from you. Glaring at you, there was a prominent scowl on his face that you start to think of as a permanent side effect of his crude personality.

"I have told you I don't need your help. Especially offering it for free?" He scoffed. "Such selflessness does not exist in this world. Tell me, what do you want from me?"

"Are you seriously this pessimistic?" You groaned in exasperation. "It's only natural to help others in need, you know."

"Heh, so you don't need anything in return?" There was a mocking grin on his face that started to grate on your nerves, but you forced yourself to calm it down. It's not the first time you have to deal with stubborn patients after all.

"Yes," you said earnestly, hoping that he would finally get the hint.

"Well, no. First, I don't trust you. Second, I don't believe in such a sweet tale of sickening selflessness and third, I do not want to be in your debt. It would be an eyesore if you demand absurd compensation later on."

"You…"

Archon's forbid. You could only facepalm at his haughty words as he looked like he's fully convinced to himself that you were up to no good for him.

It took you a few more hours of convincing his stubborn arse to finally, finally, let you help him. You have a feeling that he wouldn't budge no matter what, but at your wits end, you manage to bargain with him. In return for your help, you told him that he could just clear out the monster camps near your place since you have no time to do so with your busy schedule. That should be enough to not make him feel indebted to you, no?

With a little reluctance, the Wanderer agreed at last. Though his potty mouth is still grating your nerves and testing your thinning patience, he would now give you permission to help him heal his injuries faster than 'letting it heal itself'. You noticed he tends to shy away whenever your skin brushes against each other as if you had burned his flesh, or he would scoot away if he deemed you too close to his comfort.

He wasn't doing it consciously though, and it appears that he himself didn't realise he was doing it either. From your perspective, it seems that the Wanderer was agitated at the prospect of touching others. Now, you wondered silently, why is he so averse in physical touch?

When you thought you wouldn't see him again after he was completely healed, the Wanderer made his appearance once again. Repeatedly, in fact. One time, you were relaxing in your garden, enjoying the fleeting tranquility when he stormed through your abode, dropping a heavy bundle of tea set on the wooden table in front of you.

With an arrogant cock of his head to the side, the Wanderer told you that an 'annoying acquaintance' gave it to him and since he had no need for it, he would offer them to you for he's feeling rather gracious today. In exchange, you owe him a cup of tea—with demands that it had no sugar and milk.

That same day, you found out he's not fond of sweets, especially of dango, and he very much prefers bitter foods and tea.

The other time, you offer him a place in your home to stay for the night. It was raining down hard, and you doubt any travellers—or wanderer, in his case—who have a working brain wouldn't be stupid enough to brave it by themself.

Though a part of you knew that he would demand to balance his debts tomorrow, even for something as small as giving him a towel to dry himself, it was rather endearing to watch him awkwardly stand by the fireplace whilst waiting for you to do anything and break the offensive silence.

"Dry your hair properly, or you might set yourself for a headache—or worse, a cold—later." You started to scold him when he made no move to dry himself with the towel you gave him earlier. He was just staring at it with obvious disdain, before rolling his eyes at you.

"Don't bother yourself with that." He sneered and tossed the towel back to you. "I don't get cold anyway."

"You stubborn little…" You sighed and before he could say anything villainous that would pissed you off that you would want to kick him out in the rain, you marched towards him and forced him to sit down on your couch.

"Hey! What do you think you were doing?!"

"Sheesh. Just sit still until I'm done with you."

"How dare you order me around—"

Standing behind him, you chunked the towel to his head and started to dry his surprisingly soft locks. Your hands slowly and carefully worked their way to massage his scalp, ruffling his hair to ensure that it was dry enough, before your fingers ran through the tangled tresses carefully to avoid hurting him.

The Wanderer let out an approving hum, so quiet and low that you almost missed it.

"Does it feel good?" You grinned behind him, and you saw him jostle a bit as if he snapped out from whatever reverie he found himself in.

"Hmp. Don't get too cocky on me, mortal. But I will tolerate this for now." He harrumphed arrogantly as if to cover his initial embarrassment of being caught off guard that made you laugh. "If you aren't exercising that mouth of yours over something so trivial, you have some uses after all."

"I will pretend I didn't hear you antagonising my person again and believe what you mean by that is a 'thank you'."

"Did I tell you to stop?" He ignored your complaints and motioned you to continue playing—drying—with his hair like you were some sort of servant at his beck and call. "Do it again until I tell you otherwise, and don't you worry, I will return the favour soon. I hate being in debt to you, of all people."

Just as he told you the night prior, the Wanderer returned the 'favour' to you by procuring rare flowers and herbs that you need in making medicine. You didn't know how he knew you needed such things, and when did he get the chance to get them because they were just that rare, but the satisfied quirk of his lips when you told express your surprise and gratitude was, in a sense, enough to say that, yes, the debts have been balanced once again.

Though you were no stranger to bargaining in the market, the steady continuation of your relationship with this peculiar wanderer just tends to grow a bit more stranger—and incredulous—as time passes by.

Sometimes, you would ask the Wanderer about the wonders of his travels around the world. If he's in a gracious mood, he would indulge in your curiosities in exchange for a bitter tea. With a seemingly detached nonchalance, he would tell you about the lush rainforest and the rich desert of Sumeru, the bustling streets of Liyue Harbour, and even the regaling tales of Mondstadt.

He never talks about himself once, nor his hometown, and you never asked him about, well, him either. You have a feeling that asking that would only put him in a foul mood, or worse, he wouldn't show himself to you for months. Besides, maybe he would tell you something about himself soon, when he deemed you 'trustworthy' enough—whenever that was. You are more than willing to wait for him to open up.

Over time, you come to respect his boundaries and the fine line he drew between you and himself, one that he was reluctant to cross, and even if you silently wished that he would at least take a single act of kindness for free, without negotiating and demanding a full price in exchange, the wanderer was too stubborn and hardheaded to reason with that you decided to simply bargain these little moments with him.

You noticed that the Wanderer seemed to be in a daze lately, and judging from the noticeable black circles underneath his eyes, it also appears that he isn't resting well enough either. You didn't know what kind of job he was doing, nor did you have any heart to ask such a personal question, but knowing him for quite some time now, you knew that he's probably overworking just to reach his impossibly high standards he set for himself.

It hurts to see him this way.

But you didn't know what to do to make him feel better without being intrusive and nosy to his business. The least you could do now is to silently stay by his side, offering him bitter tea and a cosy place he could always return to when the world outside becomes too much for him to bear.

You just wished he would actually let you in, see some vulnerable parts of himself for you to hold and cradle at night. But that was too much to ask for such an arrogant gremlin.

"—you should be asleep, dimwit."

You wisely ignored his insult and sat yourself next to him on the couch. "You should sleep, too, you know."

"My body is able to withstand at least a week without sleep. I could manage myself just fine." He rolled his eyes, stubbornly crossing his arms on his chest.

"Maybe you don't need them physically, but that doesn't mean you can't be exhausted mentally and emotionally, you know." You smartly replied, patting your lap. "Come. You can lay here if the bed is too uncomfortable for you."

You were only half-joking, really, didn't think too much of what you were doing but with the way he sported a complicated expression, a little hopeful, but you knew him well enough that he was thinking of a way to balance his debts once again.

"Name your price, then." The Wanderer replied, narrowing his deep purple eyes at you.

"That's new," you raised a brow, interested. "Usually, you would already know how much lying on my lap is worth?"

"We're using your body as a place of negotiation, it's only natural that you name your own price, dimwit." The Wanderer said in a matter of fact tone.

You pretend to not heat his insults. "Your choice of wording leaves something to be desired as usual. I feel like I'm selling my body to you or something."

He snorted at your scowling expression. "Hurry up and decide already. I'm not feeling very patient today."

"Geez, you and your obnoxious demands." You sighed, before your scowl melted into a grin as you thought of an idea. "—How about giving me a hug?"

"A what now?"

"A hug! You know, like wrapping your arms around my shoulders or my waist, and I snuggle to your che—"

"I know what a hug is, you stupid human!" There was a scarlet tint on his ears that you find truly adorable as he glowers at you in confusion. "But why do you suddenly want a hug now, of all times?"

"You ask for a price," you shrugged, smiling mischievously at him. "I gave you my price. Take it or leave it."

It's not as if you were that oblivious to his buried knee-deep intentions. In fact, you knew him well enough to realise early on that you were being courted in the most clumsiest, ambiguous, and awkward of ways known to man.

Perhaps his life-long philosophy of 'balancing the books' and transaction relationship had played a great part in this entire charade. Whereas if he gave you something, you would give him something in return. If he didn't leave you, you wouldn't leave him in return.

As much as it was endearing at first, the strange exchange system going on for who-knows-how-long now had to stop. You have to make him realise that any other relationship—whether it was friendship, familial, or being a lover—wasn't all about give and take. It will take time, but you are more than willing to wait for him.

It was in the far future, where the fine line between being strangers to friends and then being more than that begins to blur. Where the lips that drank bitter teas tasted like sweet cherries and apples as it carefully clashes into your own. A pair of porcelain hands cradled your cheeks awkwardly in the face of gentle caresses reserved only for you, as if he's afraid he'll crush you like a piece of glass if he wasn't being careful enough.

The Wanderer's looming figure above you made you feel more at ease and safe rather than being afraid, as one would normally feel. But with the way his doe-like eyes stared at you with unmasked adoration made your heart flutters in your chest, twisting and constricting in his ever demanding gazes.

Why is it much easier to deal with him when he's being a bratty little bastard than when he's being so…adorably loving?

"...Let's make a deal," the Wanderer said, reluctantly detaching himself from your lips that made you groan in frustration, much to his amusement.

"Are you seriously asking that now?" You sulked, glaring at him. "You freaking ruined the romantic atmosphere. Ugh."

"I am being serious, dimwit." He rolled his eyes but before he could say anything more, you interjected with a grounded tone.

"I am not charging you with anything anymore, Wanderer. I already give you anything I could give for free, and I won't accept any payments if it's not yourself you were paying me."

When you thought he had more snark to say, his soft voice made you do a double take. "Even your heart?"

You blinked, and that same heart he was asking you skipped a beat at his hopeful gaze. He was looking at you like you were the cure to his fears. The unobtainable paradise just beyond his reach, and yet, he dared to hope that this time, maybe this time, you will stay.

You felt your throat run dry, but you forced yourself to say the words, anything, that could stabilise him to yourself. "...Why are you asking for something that has been in your hands this entire time?"

"And I have no heart to give to you," there was a slight bitterness in his tone that vanished as fast as it came. "But I could offer my undisguised, honest self to you, if you are willing to have an incomplete puppet like me."

"If that was the case," you tried blinking the tears away, feeling his never ending sadness and insecurities behind the grandiose curtain of his colourful words. "I'd like to gift-wrap you with a blue ribbon and a name card with my name on it. So, deal?"

"Not the blue ribbon part, no, otherwise yes, we could reach a compromise, I guess." There was a childish wonder in his gaze, a slight twinkle of unmasked happiness in his eyes, as he dived in to claim your lips into his own once again.

And you let him. You freely let his tender caress do the talking, a year's worth of pining and hoping and dreaming condensed into a crystallised moment.

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holylulusworld · 6 months

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The story

Summary: She's not going to let him down.

Pairing: TFATW!Bucky Barnes x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, self-loathing, Bucky feels not worth being loved, written in Bucky’s PoV, fluff

A/N: Inspired by the song “The Story” by Brandi Carlile. Lyrics are taken from the song.

Sequel to: Ruined

No one wants to hear my story. I get it. I’m a relic from the past most people want to forget about.

Why think about dark times and the monsters I worked for? Or what I had to endure.

Even my best friend, the man I considered my brother, left me to go back to better times.

Steve wanted to live the dream he believed he wanted. He didn’t care that I had to hold his hand when he died.

I’m stuck in this world, with my past hanging over me like a dark cloud. There is nothing I can do about it.

The only light in my life is her. She makes the world brighter, and my life bearable.

Sometimes I believe I’m not attractive enough for her. I have lines across my face, and scars litter my body and mind.

She’s perfect, looking like an angel. Every man turns their head when she enters a room. I always wonder why she chose me.

My girl left this perfect guy. He had it all. The looks, a shit-ton of money, and a good reputation. I can’t even hate him. It’s not his fault that my life got fucked up so bad that I can’t even sleep.

No wonder he fought tooth and nail and even played dirty to get her back. He spread rumors and lies about me, and Sam. Telling everyone we turned dark and tried to extort him.

Y/N refused to go back to him. She even sent the huge diamond ring I’ll never be able to afford back to him. My girl told him to fuck off and grow up.

Still, I hate the man I see in the mirror. He’s not the cocky man going to war, or dancing with the ladies.

I feel like my body and soul are scared so badly that I’m not going to heal. And I don’t mean my missing arm, and the pain I feel most days.

“Baby,” her soft voice brings me out of my thoughts. She breaks the endless circle of self-loathing once again. “Stop it right now.”

Y/N wraps her arms around my waistline from behind. She dips her head to look at me in the mirror. “I love you the way you are,” Y/N says and kisses the scar tissue around my metal arm. “There is not a single thing I’d change about you, baby.”

“Y/N,” I stare at the man in the mirror as she steps next to me to take my hand. “I—”

“Look again, B,“ she says. “For me. I want you to see the man I see.”

I exhale sharply and drop my gaze. It’s so hard to look at myself and like what I see.

“What do you see in me? I’m…no good.”

“Bucky, look again,” she squeezes my hand, holding it tightly. “Please…”

I lift my gaze, and oddly I see a different man.

All of these lines across my face Tell you the story of who I am So many stories of where I've been And how I got to where I am

The longer I stare at myself, the more I see.

I see the young man, full of dreams, who tries to lift his small and weak friend up.

I see the soldier, becoming a man during endless nights spent in fear of getting killed.

I see the prisoner, praying that the monsters capturing him end his life.

I see the man, freed of his shackles as his best friend became a hero.

I see the man fighting alongside Captain America. Brave and fierce.

I see the wounded man, torn apart and put back together by the enemy.

I see the Winter Soldier.

I see the man buying plums first thing after he escaped his handlers.

I see the man fighting alongside his best friend.

I see the man losing it all again.

I see the man finding love when he is about to give up.

“I’m nothing without you, doll. You helped me become this man too,” I dip my head to glance at my girl. “I want you to look at yourself too and see the woman I see.”

She smiles, and we look at the mirror again. Together.

But these stories don't mean anything When you've got no one to tell them to It's true, I was made for you

“You came a long way, Bucky,” she says. “I know that there are still things you don’t want to talk about. But if you are ready, I’ll be here to hold your hand. Always.”

“Always.”

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snowlily123 · 3 months

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A bunch of my ROTTMNT headcanons:

- Donnie listens to a lot of 80s songs.

- Leo is a Leo in astrology because yes.

- Raph likes family dynamic tv shows.

- Mikey has or had a hyperfixation on architecture.

- Donnie took dance classes (or watched dance tutorials online) as a kid and Mikey joined him specifically for ballet.

- The boys will shout memes at each other at 3am.

- Sometime the TNMT boys will just start singing a song randomly.

- Draxum was forced by Raph to watch MLP after his redemption arc.

- Donnie had a hyperfixation on demonology at one point.

- Leo likes to watch Hairspray and sings along to all the songs.

- Leo is terrible at making simple dishes but compacted dishes are his thing.

- Mikey learned to make food specifically so he didn't have to eat Splinter's cooking but then it developed into a full grown hobby.

- Raph likes to knit.

- Raph knitted everyone their sweaters and beanies during the Christmas episode.

- Donnie's shell armor started out as just a pillow and a belt.

- Raph took sewing classes and made Donnie his purple hoodie for a Christmas or birthday gift.

- Draxum and Splinter still get at each other's throats but Mikey brings out Dr. Feelings to get them to stop.

- April was adopted by Splinter.

- Donnie has had the intrusive thoughts about testing his tech on his brothers a lot.

- Leo has intrusive thoughts about biting Donnie's head. And he used to do it all the time as a kid.

- Donnie had a gap in his front teeth.

- Donnie had to wear glasses as a kid but ended up not needing them as he got older.

- Raph got his snaggle tooth caught on a lot of fabric he tried eating as a kid.

- Raph has that scar on his eye after the movie and so his brothers gave him a special eyepatch with a funny googly eye on the front of it.

- Raph has stuffed turtle dolls with his brothers’ corresponding bandana wrapped around their head that he sleeps with.

- Raph is really good at crocheting.

- Raph likes to make little crocheted animals that he keeps on a shelf in his room.

- Raph hangs out with Cassandra all the time as sparing partners.

- Raph has a special spot in the lair for when he gets too mad.

- Raph can’t cook for jack, except for sweets.

- Raph constantly trips due to his size.

- Raph definitely likes his sleep but is more of a morning person.

- Donnie and Leo have their own person YouTube channels and also a shared one.

- Donnie focuses on the analytical side of the channel while Leo is more focused on the video ideas.

- Mikey is aro/ace.

- Donnie is demiromantic with no lean.

- Raph is biromantic with a gay lean.

- Leo is gay but we already know this.

- Raph listens to music and writes in a journal to calm himself when he’s angry.

- Mikey helps Raph find new coping mechanisms and breathing techniques every therapy session.

- Donnie is much more flexible than his brothers because he’s a soft shell turtle.

- Donnie likes to do yoga.

- Donnie is overstimulated by too many loud noises.

- Raph likes to play pretend still even though many people tell him that “it’s weird that he still likes to play pretend at his age” and/or make fun of him for it.

- Mikey likes to play pretend with Raph.

- Donnie watches Monster High and collects all the dolls for each of the characters.

- Donnie has an entire wall in his lab specifically used to display all of the drawings Mikey has made and given to him throughout the years.

- Donnie cosplays Tinkywinky in his spare time. /hj

- Leo and Raph both crossdress, Leo does it because he finds it hilarious and Raph does it because he just genuinely enjoys wearing pretty dresses sometimes.

- Mikey definitely stole the ice cream kitty statue in that one episode.

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rookthorne · 2 years

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Safe Haven | ʙᴜᴄᴋʏ ʙᴀʀɴᴇꜱ

Pairing; Bucky Barnes x F!Reader Word Count; 1.4k Warnings; hurt/comfort, fluff, Bucky's PTSD, pet names A/N; Probably the lightest entry that I've written for this event. Y’all need it considering what’s coming next. oops

WHUMPTOBER MASTERLIST

The yearly tradition of a blanket fort on the 4th of July gets an upgrade.

The day had been looming closer and closer, a constant reminder of just what awaited the two of you when it finally did arrive.

Whilst a ‘joyous’ holiday for America - the fourth of July - it only leant itself to a night full of concern on your behalf, and fear that manifested in that god awful monster, PTSD, for Bucky.

Which lead to this very moment - in the checkout line at your local grocery store, a basket on your arm full of ice cream, chocolate, and candy. All of Bucky’s favourite things jam packed like a game of tetris. You had learnt very early on that the hulking mass of muscle and metal that was your boyfriend, well, he had a sweet tooth.

Actually, sweet tooth was an understatement.

“Buck, baby, you’re already sweet enough,” you laughed as you watched him dig through the freezer for another tub of his favourite ice cream. He’d just finished his first tub only five minutes ago.

Bucky looked up at you with wide eyes and a pout like he had been caught red handed with his hands in the cookie jar - which, technically speaking, was true. “But,” he started, still slowly rooting through the frozen shelves for his hidden treasure while maintaining an innocent air during the eye contact. “It never hurts, y’know, sugar. I can always be more sweet on you, doll.”

Alpine had piped up with her opinion at that very moment, a chain of small chirps heard over your laughter while her fluffy paws pattered over to her dad in the kitchen, her eyes watching the frozen fish with obvious intrigue. “That’s right, малютка,” Bucky said quietly, scratching her chin.

The constant beep of the scanner grew louder as you got closer and closer to the belt and you were snapped from your daydream of happier times by the chime of your phone. Bucky.

“Hey, babe,” you greeted, juggling the basket and tucking your phone into your shoulder. “What’s up?”

“Where are you?” Bucky sounded stressed, and it broke your heart.

“I’m almost home, I promise,” you said quickly, desperate to soothe him over the phone. “Where’s Alpine?”

Bucky huffed over the phone and muttered something you couldn’t make out. “Babe?” You urged.

“She’s sitting on the arm of the recliner and staring at me.”

“Good,” you assured, unable to keep the smile from your tone. “She’s my spy when I’m not home, you know that right?”

It was silent for a beat and then Bucky spoke so softly, so quietly, you almost couldn’t hear him. “Please, come home.”

Oh, hell.

“I’ll be there soon, I promise, sweetheart. Hang in there for me.”

Click.

As though the universe knew of your urgency, the clerk was scanning through your groceries at an alarmingly fast pace. You paid, thanked them, and rushed out into the carpark. “I’m coming, Buck.”

You had never taken the stairs into your apartment so fast as you did at that moment. The door opened when you reached the landing to reveal Bucky standing in the doorway, dishevelled and honest to god, scared.

“Hey, baby,” you greeted, grateful when he offered his hand to take the bags of snacks. “I’m so sorry I took so long.”

Truth be told, you hadn’t been gone for long at all, but you knew how time dragged on for him when he was like this. Bucky only shook his head and offered a small smile, turning into the apartment so he could place the bags on the kitchen counter.

Alpine greeted you in the entryway, her usual chipper attitude dulled to one of dutiful alertness - she was just as, if not more, protective of Bucky as you were. “Hey, little one,” you smiled, the soft fur of her neck between your fingers a balm to your nerves. “How’s our man doing?” A small meow in reply and you nodded your head solemnly. “I thought so.”

“I can hear you, you know.” Bucky called from the kitchen.

“I know,” you said back. “Only good things, Buck, I promise.”

Bucky appeared in the entryway. “A lot of promisin’, doll.”

“I know,” you repeated firmly, watching his expression shift from guarded to sad in a blink of an eye. “And I’m gonna keep every single one of them.” Bucky didn’t flinch away when you reached for him and wrapped your arms tightly around his middle, and you smiled into his chest.

“Thank you for the sweets,” Bucky mumbled into the crown of your head and you squeezed him tighter.

“Have to make sure you stay sweet for me, baby,” you joked and pulled away to look up at him, a small smile working its way onto his perfectly kissable lips. “Now, c’mon, let’s get set up.”

The two of you got to work on the blanket fort and you threw in the pillows that Bucky insisted he did not need, but you very well knew he did need them, and placed the snack platters with two giant bowls for the ice cream on the small table. Alpine watched over every single move like a dutiful foreman and made it known when she disapproved of not being allowed to begin snacking early.

“You have to wait, you cheeky girl,” you chastised, moving her away yet again from the platter of crackers and cheese. Alpine’s bottlebrush tail slunked out of sight and down the hallway with an air of disapproval that could be matched by no human.

“I wonder where she gets her attitude from,” Bucky wondered aloud, that damn cheeky smirk plastered onto his smug face. You launched a pillow at his face in retaliation and he laughed when he caught it in his hand. “Easy there, or I’ll hog the ice cream.”

“Like hell you will,” you retorted while you adjusted the platters on the table, careful to make the overflowing bowls of candy not spill. Bucky chortled and left to grab more blankets from your bedroom.

It was the perfect opportunity to get Bucky’s present ready.

You dashed towards the bookshelf and pulled out the hidden box from behind your display of nicknacks, and hid it underneath the small table for when the time came.

At last, the three of you were huddled in one of the best and cosiest blanket forts ever while a Disney movie played in the background. Bucky’s head was in your lap and you played with his hair, occasionally dragging your nails over his scalp to make him shiver. Alpine was curled up at Bucky’s stomach where his hand rested on her soft fur while she purred contentedly.

“How are you feeling, babe?” You asked quietly during a musical number. Bucky shifted his shoulders slightly and shook his head slowly. His eyes had glazed over at hearing the loud whoops, cheers, and hollers throughout the complex and in the street below.

Steeled for this very moment, you rested a hand on his broad and muscled shoulder. “I need you to sit up for me, can you do that?” Bucky looked confused but did so, careful to not disturb Alpine where she lay.

You leant forward and pulled the box free from its hiding place, and Bucky eyed it with the highest suspicion. “Easy, tiger,” you whispered and Bucky’s lip twitched up in a small smile. “This is for you.”

Bucky took the box slowly and placed it in his lap. The blue wrapping paper came away easily with his strength and he froze at what lay before him. “I don’t-”

“They’re headphones, baby,” you interrupted - you had seen the tell-tale sign of his anger born from confusion in his small head tilt. “They’ll help lessen the noise of the fireworks.”

Bucky’s hand twitched as it grabbed a hold of one of the speakers and pulled it from the packaging. It was a navy blue pair with small cat ears poking up from the headband. Alpine sniffed at them and chirped loudly, pawing at the ears and Bucky smiled.

The whooping got louder and you could hear the fizzle of small firecrackers in the street, and going by Bucky’s sudden stony expression, he did too. Alpine pawed at his knee insistently. “Put them on,” you urged, “it’ll help.”

Bucky did so and he froze at the feeling of pressure at his head, but you soothed him by pulling him back down into your lap. He went without resistance and settled into hesitant calm when Alpine moved to sit on his hip with a quiet meow.

“That’s it,” you cooed, using one hand to play with his hair and the other to fiddle with the remote so the audio of the movie would play through his headphones during the worst of the fireworks. “Relax, baby.”

Bucky’s hand came up to rest on your knee and he squeezed it once as the windows lit up with blue, white, and red flashes.

“You’re safe,” you promised with a smile, resting your hand over his shoulder and feeling the cold metal of his prosthetic.

малютка = baby

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sunshine-n-raccoons · 1 year

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I’d love to read a fic where Eddie has to take reader to the dentist to get a filling!! I found out I need 8 fillings done and I’m so nervous!!!

ohhh nooo! I’m sorry honey. I know the dentist can be super duper scary! And nobody likes having a numb mouth or tooth aches!

But never fear, Eddie is here <3

The Dentist…

Eddie Munson x little!reader

TW: age regression, anxiety, dental procedures! Teeth! if you don’t these things please don’t read!

Reader has a bad day at the dentist… Eddie does what he can to make it better and take care of them <3

“I no wanna go! PLEASE DON’T MAKE ME!”

Eddie’s ears flutter at the shrillness in his little baby’s voice.

“Sweetheart, I know you’re scared, but we gotta take care of those chompers, hm? How else is my baby doll gonna shave such an adorable smile?” At this point hes watching you from the doorframe of his bedroom, his hands are in his hips, eyebrows raised at you, wondering how you’ll respond.

“I smile without my teeth” you mumble back putting your lips over your teeth as you stare at your feet while kicking them as they hang off his bed. Eddie holds back a laugh and walks up to you, crouching down to help you tie your shoes.

You start to whine and pull away, he tightens his grip on your leg.

“Baby. enough now, I know you don’t wanna go and believe me, I wish I didn’t have to take you, but this is to keep you healthy! It’s important to have healthy teeth.” He says while finishing tying your shoes.

He looks up to see you blinking back tears and sniffling slightly.

“I jus’ scared, Teds, I no wanna go alone!” at this point, you’re fully regressed.

His eyes soften at you and he reaches up to wipe a tear with his thumb, you lean into his touch.

He hums with empathy, watching you for a little bit longer before he gets an idea.

“I’ll tell you what sweetness, if you can be a big girl and go in to the dentist and let them do what you need, I’ll get you a surprise when you get out!”

Your eyes light up. “Really?” You ask.

He nods his head frantically “Yep! A special surprise for my special baby, for being so big and brave” he then starts to poke your tummy and tickle you, getting some giggles out before standing up to take your hand.

“Ready to go?” He asks softly. You hesitate before taking his hand. “I guess…”

He beams at you. “Good girl.” and you feel the blush hit your cheeks as you step up into the van and head to the dentist.

as you drive towards the office, your head continues to get fuzzier and fuzzier because the more you think about how scared you are the smaller you feel. You’re trying to hard to be big, but it feels impossible.

Eddie could tell you were in your head by the way you leaned up against the window blankly staring out if it. He reaches over and squeezes your knee. You jump up and gasp, punching him and he laughs.

“Just making sure you’re still here with me honey” and you grunt.

You pull into a parking spot and Eddie helps you out of the van, you feel tense and like shaking from fear. Thankfully, Eddie walks in with you and helps you check in, and helps you do your paperwork! And what you didn’t know is he secretly grabbed you some fidget toys so you can have them while the dentist works on your teeth.

You’re sitting and playing with Eddie’s rings before the nurse comes out calling your name. You flash Eddie a fearful and slightly tearful look, and he smiles lovingly at you, nodding to let you know you’ll be okay.

You gulp and walk in, dreading what’s to come.

• • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • • •

Well… needless to say… your mouth felt like it had an entire monster truck in it. It throbbed but at the same time it was numb. and the medicine they gave you made your head feel all loopy.

A nurse walks you out and you see your Teddy standing by the door waiting for you. You rush over… (more like… toddle over) and into his arms and you start to cry. Before you start to fully bawl, Eddie ushers you out to the van and you cling to him as he tries to lift you into the van.

“Oh my poor little thing. Not feeling so hot after all that huh?” He’s rubbing your back and you shake your head into his chest.

“I can’ feel my mouf Eddie” you say, muffled by his chest but also slurring your words.

“Well we are going straight home okay? I’m gonna take good care of you” and with that he got you buckled in and into the van swiftly before pulling out.

As you drive home, you’re preoccupied with poking your entire face to see if you can feel anything. You look in the passenger side mirror and see how puffy your cheeks look, and start poking around more and making faces.

“What are you doing goofy girl?” Eddie says laughing.

You start to cry instead of laugh. “My face broken!” And you weep.

Eddie reached over for your hand and squeezes it “no baby, it’s not broken, it’s just the medicine it’s gonna be okay, I promise. Listen, remember the promise I gave you?” He glances at you as you nod.

“S-suprise?” You ask

“Mhm. You were SO big and brave today that you get the specialist surprise ever!” And with that, you pull into the drive way of his trailer.

He carries you in, and lays you down on the couch, wrapping you up in a fuzzy blanket before rushing back out to the van real quick. You whine as he turns to leave.

“I’ll be right back honey don’t worry” you hear as the screen door slams. You tried to lift your head up to see where he went but your head was just too heavy, so you let it plop back down and you closed your eyes for a split second.

When you opened them again, Eddie was standing in front of you grinning from ear to ear while holding an entire arm full of your favorite things.

He got you a new stuffie, your favorite soup, favorite ice cream and juice, and a whole stack of fun movies and video games!

You smile meekly at him and do grabby hands. “Tank you! Tank you!”

“Anything for my baby” he says while kissing the top of your head.

“Okay baby, you pick out what movie you wanna watch and I’m gonna make you some soup okay? You gotta eat so you can take more medicine soon”

you nod and pick out a movie from your stack of favorites he rented, he pops it in and then heads off to heat up food for you.

Once he’s done he comes back to the couch, and cradles you and helps you eat, since your mouth is so numb still it’s almost impossible for you to eat by yourself.

Eddie’s soft eyes intently watching as he carefully feeds you brought such a big smile to your face, though it probably didn’t look like it since… your face didn’t work. But your eyes shined so brightly, Eddie knew.

He adored taking care of you as much, if not more than you enjoyed him doing it.

You spend the rest of the night being cuddled next to Eddie, and him kissing your puffy face better, and being sung to, so you could eventually fall asleep, distracting you from any and all pain or discomfort. And the whole routine kept going until you finally felt better.

and maybe… maybeeee you pretended to not feel good a little bit longer than you actually did… but who’s ever to know? All you knew is Eddie didn’t mind one bit.

#eddie munson x little!reader #stranger things #eddie munson #safe agere #age regression #sfw agere #agere blog #caregiver!eddie x little!reader #x little!reader #little!reader

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starlights-loverboy · 3 months

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marionette puppet riddle

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somewhere near the middle of town there seems to be a house that has the most beautiful front door with very intricate details, that seem to 'move' when you don't look at it. But it has such a charming aura to it, though it also seems the house has a dark secret in there. near the back of the house there lives a room that seems to belong to a child, and if you look on the desk you can see.

A marionette doll of a young boy with hair so red soft it could compare to a ripe strawberry so sweet it could give you a tooth ache, and body made of a soft birch wood with some cuts in them that seem to not only old but also new. then his eyes such a dead greyish blue that it's seems to have seen so much yet could do so little, and if you look past that you can see.

his wish to have friends and to see the world in all it's colours, as well as to help the one he comforted one before from the monster they must deal with. to show how much he cares of so many people, to find light in this world.

though what he wishes might be a hard journy he will soon start that journy very soon.

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#twisted wonderland #disney twst #twst #twst wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #twst riddle #twisted wonderland riddle #riddle rosehearts #marionette

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ratsoh-writes · 6 months

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What they put as their SOs contact name

Sans: bonezone buddy

Papyrus: MY BEAUTIFUL DATEMATE WHO I LOVE VERY MUCH!!

Star: bootylicious ;)

Honey: cinna-bun followed by an obscene amount of emojis

Red: drumstick gotta pay homage to the legs

Edge: prince/princess

Mal: bedazzle✨

Cash: he wouldn’t even add a name. It’s just a very poorly taken profile picture

Oak: buns

Willow: SHORT DATEMATE WITH TERRIBLE TASTES IN MONSTERS

Charm: the good flavor~

Sugar: love, but he also includes a creep shot of your butt at the profile picture

Lord: just your name

Mutt: babe❤️

Wine: dearest (yn)

Coffee: that hoe

Pop: he doesn’t put contact names in his phone. It’s just your number lol

Rhythm: twinkle toes

Pluto: my starlight

Jupiter: my little hero

Peaches: snacc

Rancher: just your name again

G: thiccus dickkus (doesn’t matter if you don’t have a d*ck. That’s your contact name)

Green: just your name, but he adds an emoji that describes you at the end

Snipe: …… daddy. Or mommy lol

Bruiser: partner in crime

Ace: baby❤️❤️❤️

Slim: no contact name, just a creep shot of either your cleavage, your shoulders, or your butt as a profile pic

Butch: darling

Boss: kitten/bunny

Rust: my squishy

Noir: shortie

Lilac: also bootylicious lol

Basil: little honey bee (and an obscene amount of emojis)

Helios: just your name, but instead of your picture, it’s a picture of goku

Artemis: bae (and like a ton of cake emojis)

Orion: inktastic! Doesn’t matter if you have a tattoo or not, this is your contact name

Atlas: partner in crime~

Sparks: THE LOVE OF MY LIFE AND ALL ETERNITY!!

Salt: honeybuns, and a creep pic of your butt of course

Lush: sugar baby (lol)

Pepper: sugar daddy (they’re both terrible)

Sir: my dearest (he’s a sap)

Weasel: that clown, and he includes a picture of one of his creepy clown dolls as your pfp

Flambé: he also puts you as “sugar daddy” lol

Pesto: sweet tooth~

Butler: my love (sap #2)

Gold: bestie I also kiss and snuggle

Cider: he calls you “little quail”

Barley: fine wine

Ram: lamb, and it’s a picture of a sheep instead of you lol

Pitch: just your name, and a picture of you laughing

Moose: darlin’

Maple: CHAINSAW DENIER.

Fisher: he calls you a shortened version of your name, if that’s not possible, then just an emoji that represents you

Jasper: MY PARTNER AND SELF RESTRAINT

Hook: doll, and it’s a cute picture of you in your swimsuit

Captain: co-captain

Finn: the top scout!!

Sails: …. Daddy, or mommy lol

Quill: softie (and a pic of you holding one of his stuffed animals)

Crow: sugar baby once again lol.

Roost: babe.

Harpy: pet~

Mango: my (your name), and the picture is you struggling in one of her Zumba classes lol

Papaya: just your name, and a picture of a pineapple for some reason

Alden: the best piece of art!

Ollivander: treasure chest

Barin: my darling (and a heart emoji. Adorable)

Arwin: PARTY ROCKER!!!

Hilda: I BENCH-PRESS THIS HOE EVERY NIGHT

Saga: prince (or princess) charming

Gears: just your name, but the picture of you is super cute with you concentrating over a project

Compass: no contact name, just a picture of you holding one of the iguanas

Zen: love of my life

Shield: my armor~

Lens: lifeline

Cricket: MY FAVORITE PIECE OF TRASH

Tempo: the best beat (and your picture is a pic of Mozart for some reason)

Vibrato: MY PRINCE CHARMING!

#undertale imagines #undertale headcanons

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llamagoddessofficial · 1 year

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Thank you so much @nugget4550 for commissionin Red being a flirty bastard with their OC. It’s always such a joy to write this saucy fella!

“... well, hello there.” Red purred.

... The human sitting at the Grillby’s bar looked up from their drink, visibly taken aback as the large skeleton slid into the stool beside them. Despite being dressed appropriately for a casual bar like Grillby’s, in loose jeans and a black top, their body language gave away that this wasn’t their usual place.

“O-oh,” they gave him a quick once-over, the slight flush rising to their ruddy cheeks giving him the confidence boost to continue his advances. “Erm... I...”

Red reached into his own almost-empty drink with two phalanges, plucking out an ice cube. He pinched and the little transparent block cracked into several pieces- he had a stupid grin on his face, golden tooth winking in the low warm light.

“there we go. that was an icebreaker. i’m red, what’s yer name?”

... The joke took a moment to register. But once it did, their eyes lit up, and an attractive laugh burst out of them. His grin hitched up his cheekbones... he liked how they looked tough, dressing in dark colours and with a tattoo peeking out over their collarbone from under their shirt, but their eyes and lavender Soul betrayed someone who got easily flustered when their guard was down and liked to smile.

“N-Nova...” they fiddled with their fingers like know what to do with them. They seemed... not used to being flirted with? “My name is Nova.”

“pretty name fer a pretty human.” Red purred, propping his elbow on the bar and leaning in closer. “can’t say i’ve seen ya around here before. what made you pick this hovel?”

Grillby crackled, noticeably, from his position behind the bar. But if he was really upset about Red’s jab at his establishment, he didn’t say anything.

“This isn’t a hovel.” They teased, giving him a look that made his chest warm. They folded one leg over the other; Red could see that they were wearing black combat boots with a slight heel, laces tied with the stray ends tucked into the sides. This was an organised, professional person. “... I wanted to try monster alcohol. I asked around, and everyone said this was the place to be.”

They spoke somewhat formally, but with a tilting edge of casualness that probably only came on with the drinks. Red chuckled, deeply- he was a few drinks in, too.

“so... how does our liquid poison compare, then?”

His chuckle had clearly elicited a reaction in them, but they tried to play it off. “I-it tastes completely different. Nowhere near as bitter. And the effect is a lot more pleasant.”

“glad to hear it.” He mused. “you mind me askin’ what a stunner like you does for a livin’? you go around makin’ poor innocent monsters fall for you all the time, or am i special?”

An attractive pinkish colour flooded their cheeks, voice almost shaking. “I-I’m a pilot. A flight instructor. A-and you?”

“a pilot?” Red’s brows raised. “shit, that’s why we really took off, isn’t it?”

More laughter bubbled out of them, infectious and pleasant. He really liked that sound, leaning in even closer.

“you asked about my job...” He winked, voice lowering playfully until only they could hear him. “i’m actually ground crew. if you want, i’ll handle your baggage anytime, doll.”

They put a hand over their face, letting out a flustered “O-oh jeez,”, but they leant in too... like the two of them were sharing a secret.

“you’re jus’ a high altitude person, nova. that’s why you keep takin’ my breath away.”

“Th-these jokes are really landing, Red.” they managed to squeeze out.

He all but glowed. “speakin’ of flyin, doll, you wanna make an early departure? back to my place, maybe?”

They giggled. “One more drink. On me. Then... we can see if you like your landings soft or hard...?”

Red felt his eyelights light up as their proud laughter continued. This one... oh, he liked this one.

//--//--//

Nova woke up on a couch.

...That wasn’t actually all that unusual- who hasn’t woken up one morning sprawled on their couch with vague regrets swirling around in their head? The unusual part was that they could immediately tell it wasn’t their couch. It smelled different, it was a different colour. They could hear a TV, they could feel a fuzzy thudding hangover sensation in the back of their head... and they could smell someone’s smokey scent.

... They opened their eyes to find themselves cuddled against a large, warm skeleton monster’s chest.

... And they were wearing his shirt.

Nova sat up, immediately, a zap of confusion and panic going through them- what did they do? They went home with the guy from the bar!? Looking down, they were still wearing their boots and jeans, but the oversized grey shirt swallowing them certainly was not theirs.

“... Oh no. Crap.” They whispered, sharply, swinging their legs over the side of the couch and preparing to stand. “Crap, crap...”

...

A snort, from the couch.

Nova turned and looked over their shoulder, bright red already, to see... well, Red, shuffling slightly to sit up. He had an easy grin resting on his face.

“I-I,” they wanted to melt into the floor. “I apologise, I-”

“relax, cutie.” His voice was husky with morning sleepiness. “we didn’t smash parts, if that’s what yer worried about.”

...

“... O-oh.” They visibly relaxed. “Then, erm... what...?”

“the only thing you smashed was a whole glass of firewhiskey. which is admirable, definitely hot to watch, but also... a terrible idea.” He rested his arms on his knees, grinning. “grillby makes those things strong enough to stagger me. y’got pretty messed up pretty quickly, couldn’t tell me where you lived, so you ended up crashing at my place.”

“... Why am I wearing...?”

“ah. yeah,” his eyelights twinkled with mirth. “you kinda blew chunks on your home clothes.”

... Nova was utterly mortified, burying their head in their hands. Red chuckled again, getting up off the couch and stretching back, spine audibly popping.

“how’s the hangover?” He asked, voice easy as he changed the subject to spare their feelings, raising one hand over his back and letting the joints crack.

“... My hangover isn’t that bad, to be honest.” They rubbed their temple. If they’d had that much human alcohol they would’ve been borderline comatose by the time morning came. “... I don’t feel very ill, or particularly unwell. Just...”

“weird ache in yer head and chest?”

“... Yes. Exactly.”

“it’s cus monster alcohol is mostly magic,” a yawn that showed off his jagged teeth. “doesn’t affect humans all that much, mostly scrambles your brain and soul for a few hours.”

“... Thanks for looking after me, Red.” Nova said, gently. “I really appreciate it.”

“course. anythin’ for the pilot who hijacked my heart.” He purred.

Nova immediately flushed again, and Red couldn’t help but laugh.

“anyway. whaddya want for breakfast?”

#red is a DOPE and a FLIRT and i ADORE HIM WITH EVERY FIBRE OF MY BEING #commissions

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Horror Villains React to: Their S/O Receiving an Unsolicited Dick Pick (not from them)

Warnings: Unsolicited Dick Pic reception, some explicit references and references to impending violence/gore

Animal the Cannibal: Honestly quite disturbed. Why?? Why would he do this to us Y/N??

Baby Firefly: “Let’s cut it off.” Baby’s more than happy to track this loser down and slice the appendage off (And nail it to the wall while he watches).

Billy Loomis: Woah- he did not need to see that. No homo.

Bo Sinclair: What the fuck Y/N?? Who is this guy?? Here, you guys can send the guy one back- show him what a real dick looks like-

Bubba Sawyer: Bubba is not as startled as you might think. Do you think Chop Top and/or Nubbins didn’t run around without clothes for a good portion of their lives like the feral little monsters they are? Do you think that they still don’t do that sometimes?? Bubba is not afraid of dick. He’s just confused as to why this dude would send a picture of it to you?

Candyman: Seeing another man’s dick out was not how Daniel foresaw his day going… but I guess that’s how his day is going… He’s mostly just quite sad about this man’s attempt at woo-ing you. This is just… what has happened to gentlemen?

Captain Spaulding: He’s laughing, because its so small!!-

Carrie White: What… what??! Why?? That’s what those look like??? Carrie is very startled, as anyone seeing their first penis is-

Chop Top Sawyer: Not surprised, not mad, not disgusted… oddly fascinated, though XD

Chucky Lee Ray: “Well… “*Cackling* “You did ask him what was up, doll- “

Debbie Loomis: Ugh, men.

Dr Suave: *Getting out the tooth drill* “Yeah… this should do the trick.”

Drayton Sawyer: Drayton has lost his mind …again. He’s so mad, and he’s mad at everyone. He’s mad at the guy, he’s mad at the phone company, he’s mad at you- Like WHAT!? Why would you SHOW HIM THIS SHIT?? Now he’s gonna have that filthy thing in his head all damn day… And you’re not gonna hear the end of it.

Freddy Krueger: Like Chucky, he finds this to be quite hilarious and has plenty of jokes cued up. You made a mistake by showing him. He’s never gonna shut up.

Granny Boone: Oooooh, let her see let her see!!

Harper Alexander: Billy Vol. 2, except its MAX Homophobic. Like, that’s disgusting Y/N. He doesn’t wanna see that. He’s not gay. Put that away. (In fact he’s just discovered a new slogan. He’s not gay, put that away)

Inkubus: “What is that picture of? Its so small… Oh. That’s very sad.”

Jason Voorhees: Do not show him. Just do not. Tell me, do you want to keep your phone? Because if you show him, its gonna get flung across camp like the hottest of potatoes.

Jedidiah Sawyer: … *Sigh*. He’s too tired for this. // Already on his way out the door though with his chainsaw. Gotta take care of this for you.

Jennifer Check: … Gross. // Look who’s gonna be her next meal, though?

Jerry Dandridge: Similar to Inkubus, Jerry’s just like this is… pitiful. He finds it pretty amusing, too, another man trynna whoo you like that. So stupid.

Jill Roberts: What the fuck is wrong with men?

Kieran Wilcox: The type to have to show you, then and there, what you already have.

Leslie Vernon: I feel like Leslie would be like *Big sigh and eye roll* ‘Men… ’, and then go back to whatever he was doing without realising the irony in his words.

Lester Sinclair: … that ain’t right. Lester actually checks if you’re okay, receiving something like that.

Luda Mae Hewitt: Luda Mae has 2 sons, so like Bubba penis does not disturb her. She just squints at it and, like, half chuckles before returning to her newspaper, shaking her head. Like, this is casual. Whatever. She doesn’t care. Oh you’ll be fine. What you have to worry about, is dinner tonight.

Max Grief: … Slowly loading his gun and then heading out the door to his car. Also quite upset about seeing a dick that’s not his.

Mayor Buckman: What on gods green earth!?- // News at 10, old man locked himself up in his house all day and won’t come out.

Mental Manny: … Ha. That’s pathetic.

Michael Myers: Depending on whether its Halloween or not, he might just go like ‘huh’ (Silently) and go back to his TV watching. If it is Halloween though, well then he’s got one more stop to make.

Mickey Altieri: “Hm, yeah… so I might be bisexual- what!? Would you be into that?? Could we explore that??”

Midnight Man: … Why? // Why do human males feel the need to plaster their reproductive organs everywhere? Is it a mating ritual? Would you like to see his?

Monty Hewitt: … *Eyeroll* I’m too old for this.

Otis B. Driftwood: *Currently nailing that dick up to the wall and admiring his art*

Pamela Voorhees: *Cut to Pam with a cleaver outside this man’s house, a white apron on and a psychotic smile on her face* Hello dear, I’m just going around the neighbourhood offering medical procedures! Would you like a free castration?~

Patrick Bateman: Pat is in the ‘Lets send him our own pics back’ club with Bo. Except his are a lot more explicit. Pictures of his own cock half in you, or shoved down your throat, etc.

Pennywise: *Very childish voice* Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww…

Piper Shaw: “Okay let’s take care of this quick- “*Takes your phone and sends back a gif some horror movie* “There, done. I have a mass murder to plan out.”

Rocco the Clown: *Crushes a banana in his hand* // Also the type to fuck you then just to prove himself.

Roman Bridger: *Pained expression* “… Did you have to show me that?” “If I have to live with this image I’m not doing it alone.”

Sheriff Hoyt: He’s so mad 😅😅 Just let him go find the guy, he needs this and it’s the least bad thing he’s likely to do.

Stu Macher: “Can you tell him to send another, next to a ruler? I just wanna check- “

Stuart Lloyd: … “Do you think I could use you both in a film?- Y/N, where are you going?” Man has a one-track mind, just walk away.

The Clown: Its not a finger… but he can work with it. *Flips open butterfly knife*

The Deathslinger: “… Just fuckin’ shoot me.”

The Djinn: Like the Midnight Man ^^ Except he’s more frustrated and exasperated because he knows its stupid and gross.

The Huntress: She and Carrie are freaking out seeing dicks for the first time. There’s nothing cute about that thing?? She will chop it off with her hatchet!-

The Man: “Address?”

Taxidermist: Walter is Disturbed.

Tiffany Valentine: “That’s okay honey, we’ll take care of that old asshole.” *Heating up a kitchen knife with a lighter*

Thomas Hewitt: Thomas… is very unimpressed. Very deadpanned. Thumbs down.

Vincent Sinclair: *Shrugs* He’s delt with plenty naked bodies before, he’s an artist and he has chosen a very hands-on medium- and also, this guy is unspectacular.

Winslow Foxworth Coltrane: Genuinely quite good-humoured about it- he knows you’re his and he doesn’t need to feel threatened by this guy harassing you. Laughs about it.

#Horror Villains #Slashers #Horror Villains x Reader #Slashers x Reader #Horror Villains React #Reactions

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note. on my screen 🪤 is. a square. 🪤 is meant to be a mouse trap.

good luck. i Apologize

answers below cut vvvvvvv >wo

Sun!

🍩 - Favorite sweet treat? - Lychee jelly, probably

🥞 - What is their comfort breakfast? - bacon n eggs

🌙 - What is Sun's greatest wish? How far are they willing to go for it? - To have a happy, healthy family. Very far, but fucks up so many times that it seems like she doesnt even try

🪤 - What will always lure them into a certain danger? A loved one in danger? A promise of something they are always searching for? - Of COURSE a loved one in danger! She'll fight tooth and nail for her kids and her husband. Maybe not that much for the second one tho. Dont want Kyubey seeing that /silly

👑 - What does Sun want to be remembered as? Why? - A loving goddess who was there for everyone. She's not very good at upholding that legacy, but yeah... She just wants to be loved qwq

🎡 - Are they someone who wants to kiss at the top of the ferris wheel? - LMFAOOOO ON THE FERRIS WHEEL????.... IN THE CIRCUS??....... NOT ANYMORE HUN TOO MANY DEATHS

❄️ - Do people consider them cold? If so, what made them this way? - Outside of her family, whose seen her good side? Yeah. Other than that many people probably see her as rather a brutal murderer or an unfeeling monster or a tired tour guide depending on how long theyve lived in the Circus

💖 - Are they a subtle or showy lover? - Showy because she probably wouldnt give a shit abt what others would think of it, though she'd conform to whatever Sigil would want.

Mix!

👻 - Do they believe in ghosts? What are their "ghostly experiences", if any? - YOU KNOW WHAT YOU WERE DOING SENDING THIS ASK. Absolutely, btw. And also his closest ghostly experience was seeing Bob LOL despite how much he wishes Elida would visit him

🍧 - Do they still have any objects from their childhood? What significance does it have to them? What would their reaction be if they lost it? - Not much. Maybe a toy, or a plush or two. Circus does some shit 2 ya yk... But probably not a lot of significance, and they wouldnt really care past a bit of nostalgic sadness if they lost anything. Already lost quite abit of things and people anyway, right? Growing up as a trans child in a transphobic environment kinda fucks u up too so the main stuff would be dresses and dolls he doesnt even want

🍁 - What is their favorite season? Why? - Mix doesn't have one. All seasons kind of suck for him... If he had to pick, then summer because it's warm and inviting and theres no allergies

🌏 - Will they give up the world for someone they love? Is this decision easy for them? - ABSOLUTELY. and ABSOLUTELY NOT.

🍼 - What are their thoughts on children? - GODDAMNIT SOUP. HOW MANY TIMES DO WE HAVE TO TEACH YOU THIS LESSON OLD MAN /REF /SILLY

🔫 - Do they trust people easily? How easily will they turn their back to someone? Have they been backstabbed before? Will they betray someone if given an ultimatum? - Yes. It would be extremely difficult for them to turn their back to someone. Something something he probably considers Simon shooting Zachariah a betrayal... And he cant count the amount of times Drunkie's done some horrible shit to him. And also... if given the most DEFINITIVE ultimatum ever, then, with extreme difficulty and reluctance, yes.

🌈 - What advice would they give to their younger self? - "Fight back."

💔 - What could their partner do that would absolutely break them? - He's already broken loooollllllllllllllll we all saw drunkie we already know

Pharaoh!

💥 - What emotions do they have trouble dealing with? - Love. And rejection. Half sure he would have spent the next few days screaming incessantly into a pillow if Abayomi said no... and also will spend the next few days screaming incessantly into a pillow because Abayomi said yes.

🌺 - Do they have any allergies? - touching grass. and people /silly (no allergies)

🙊 - What is something Pharaoh will refuse to stay quiet about? - 20 DOLLARS

✂️ - What is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? How easily do they let go of people? - Handing him an $100 bill for $1.53 purchase /silly... In actuality it would depend on the situations. And likely VERY easily if they were anyone but a very close loved one.

🔪 - How do they react to injury/misfortune befalling their loved ones (significant other, family, friends)? Do they put themselves at blame? - ANGER. PURE BURNING RAGE. It may not seem like him, but inside that tiny internal cashier is a black hole of fury. They likely dont put themselves at blame tho

🚆 - What is their answer to the trolley problem? - "Kill the five people. One of them has GOT to be a capitalist."

💧 - Random angst headcanon? - Pharaoh used to be addicted to smoking. More specifically, he probably smoked the entire time he was in the real world and only stopped bc he didnt have direct access to smoking in the Circus/didnt remember

💙 - Do they miss their S/O easily? How do they act when their S/O isn't around? - Oh, SO easily. And probably is slightly more irritable. "What the fuck do you want?" turns to a polite "Hello" the instant Abayomi walks in

Taika!

👊 - Are they quick to violence? - Depends on what you consider "violence". A little fun skirmish? Yeah. A full on rage-induced angsty battle? No.

🍓 - Do they eat their fruit and vegetables? What is their favorite fruit or vegetable? - Reluctantly, yes. I think they'd really like cauliflower though. Don't ask me why cause I don't know

🕷️ - What is their biggest fear? Do they have any irrational, mundane fears? - Getting lost. They'll play and explore all they want, but as soon as they realize they don't know where the orphanage is or where they are, they're petrified. Could that be considered "mundane"????

📣 - How loud are they? What do they speak like? Got a voice claim? - VERY loud. I don't know how to deacribe their voice, but their VC is The Collector from TOH.

⏳ - Are they usually late or on-time? - Fashionably late.

🚲 - Can they ride a bike? What do they remember from learning to ride a bicycle? - They can ride a bike easily!... with training wheels.

☄️ - What do people assume about them? Are they right? - "That thing is a fucking gremlin and would bite me. GET YO DOG BITCH! /ref" They are right.

Hex!

🍓 - Do they eat their fruit and vegetables? What is their favorite fruit or vegetable? - Yes! I think they'd love blueberries. "They're blue like me!"

☀️ - Are they a morning person? What's the first thing they do in the morning? - Yes!! They probably go brush their teeth and get clothed like the good kid they are

🌌 - What was the inspiration behind your OC? What was the first thing you decided about them? - Sparklers! and i wanted them to be a little upbeat kid. The original milo, but can still be traumatized /silly

📖 - Do they like reading? What's their favorite genre? - Yes!!!!! theyd love fantasy and fun fiction!

🎨 - Can they draw? What do they like to draw? - Well, yeah :3 They like drawing people the most! Their family!!!..... you saw that one mockup

❇️ - What is their most prized possession? What do they value? - Their art! And they value their family and friends above everything.

🌩️ - Are they scared of lightning? - Nope :3

Vamp!

😭 - What makes them cry? Do they cry easily? - Life. And... Sort of? They'll hold back tears with all of their might in front of other people but she will GLADLY cry all night if no one's with her

💐 - Create a bouquet for them! What do those flowers mean? Are any of the flowers their particular favorite? - orange lily. completely orange lily. immediately came to mind. literally just means "ur a stupid bitch" and i love her so much i give her orange lily bouquet

⚾ - Can they play sports? What is their best position if they play a team sport? What's their strong suit (speed, power, etc.)? - Scrawny ass bat cant do shit, so not WELL but... She'd like tennis a lot methinks. Just cause speed. Become a bat between hits or something. Speed!!!

💎 - How rich are they? Can they live the lifestyle they want to? - VERY, VERY, VERY rich. They're also a part of a cult (technically escaped, but still follows some of the values and has NOT recovered) so Absolutely Not

👖 - What is their go-to outfit? - Their cult robes

📏 - Is Vamp well educated? Where did they get their learning from? - Sort of? Depends on what you mean by that. Socially? No. Mathematically? No. Ask her about every section of the fragile, warm, WEAK human body, though, and she'll answer like a trained anatomical scientist of 60 years.

🌩️ - Are they scared of lightning? - WITHOUT A SHADOW OF A DOUBT, YES-

💓 - If they have a crush, is it noticable? What changes when they're in love? - They're the playground bully your mom says just has a crush on you. Bite bite bite bite. She's just being friendly

(NOTE: FUCK I MISTOOK THIS FOR THE BEATING HEART SO I GUESS YOU GET AN EXTRA FACT TOO!!

💓 - What gets their heart racing? - Tanya.)

Paper!

💢 - What are some habits they have that will take some getting used to? - They have a habit for reaching for Pen even when they aren't there. This has caused many occurrences if them falling off chairs.

🍟 - Do they order food often? Or do they prefer to cook their own food? - Pizza every damn night bro. Pen doesn't complain it hates doing dishes too

🌹 - Do they like Valentines' Day? Have they been confessed to before? Have they confessed to anyone before? - "Just another day to spoil my beloved partner, what's not to love?" I think Paper confessed to Pen first. No exes.

🎭 - Do they act differently around certain people? What's different between the way they act around friends, family, strangers, etc.? - Pen is the only person they are nice to. Everyone else they can and will bite the hands off of.

🎷 - Do they play any instruments? Are they any good at it? - They can play anything at all! Paper is sort of a shapeshifter, so whatever Pen can draw for them, they can play. Pen draws Paper as a talented guitarist and hands them one and they'll play just fine.

📦 - What are some "most likely to..." that can apply to them? - "Most likely to shoplift" and "most likely to lie horribly on their resume and STILL not get the job".

☁️ - A soft headcanon? - Paper loves watching Pen draw more than anything. It especially loves when Pen draws for it <3

💚 - What things make Paper feel comforted? Hugs, kisses, food? - Getting wrapped up in a blanket and sleeping in Pen's arms SPECIFICALLY. No one else.

Pen!

💤 - Do they fall asleep easily? What helps them sleep? - No. They like staying up allllll night long, but eventually Paper will SOMETIMES get them to just fucking sleep. Warm milk does the trick.

🍰 - When is their birthday? Do they like celebrating it? - November 1. And... Yes. They LOVE the attention-

🙈 - What's a side of Pen that they don't want to show to other people? - Their loving, caring side. It's easy for them to get wrapped up in being some scary unfeeling mysterious little guy (they fail at this btw). But Paper knows

💡 - Is Pen a planner? Do they write down every small detail or just wing it? - EVERY LAST DETAIL.

📚 - How were they at school? What is their best subject? What is their worst subject? Do they have a favorite subject? - They were fine at their studies. Their favorite and best subject, is, unsurprisingly, art, while their worst subject was history. Me too buddy me too

🔧 - Are they good at fixing relationships? Or do they tend to avoid doing so? - They're HORRIBLE at it and don't bother unless they really, really like the person.

🔥 - Do they have any self-destructive tendencies? What habits do they have that hinder them from becoming their best self? - They like to pick at their skin and scabs. They also don't care for food- not out of any ED, just don't care for it. It'll eat when Paper tells it to eat. (which is often)

💗 - If they have a crush, is it noticable? What changes when they're in love? - Unnoticable. Absolutely nothing changes- Until they're in a relationship. The moment it's official it's all snuggling and kisses.

Umbra!

👁️ - What color are their eyes? Do people notice their eyes? Is there anything special about them (shows emotion easily, literally magical, etc.)? - Their eyes are brown! She likes to cover her eyes with her hair, so not really. And,, other than them pretty much having infinite tears, no

🎂 - When is their birthday? Do they like celebrating it? - July 29! And, no. They hate celebrating it. They hate the attention it comes with and they never know what to say when getting gifts or compliments

🍃 - Do they enjoy being in nature? What is their favorite outdoor activity? - she Loves nature! with a capital L. She just likes taking walks or sitting around. She isnt much of an explorer but she'll go on a nice path or two

🏊 - Can they swim? Or are they afraid of water? How well do they swim? How do they feel about swimming in the ocean? - I think she could swim. She'd be okay with water because... yk... Kind of always falling around her eheh- I think she would be able to swim better than most people, and would think it would be fun (but a little scary) to swim in the ocean

🎤 - Are they good at singing? What is their go-to karaoke song? - Yes... i think she would have a really wind-chimey voice. She'd like New York by Fog Lake GO LISTEN TO THAT SONG RN

🎀 - How would they fit into other worlds/AUs? What AUs would you like to try out? What fictional world would they fit/not fit into? - AAAGH this is a hard one. She'd be the most PATHETIC villain in the villain au EVER. I also think that she'd be some sort of creature entirely of water in the weirdcore au idk, ,,,, They would fit well in Undertale as a waterfall creature methinks,, and she'd suck if you dropped her in Aperture Labs

🌟 - What do they think about when they look at the night sky? Is there someone they want to stargaze with? - Sarah <3 and also Sarah <3 She'd never ask though, too embarrassed

💌 - Do they like love letters? What kind of messages do they leave for their partner? - I think she would find them sweet but, once again, wouldn't know how to respond- She'd probably leave tiny notes for Sarah, but it would never go anything beyond a really gentle reminder with a heart

Blaze!

🤥 - Is he a good liar? Does he have "tells" to show he's lying? - A HORRIBLE liar. I think he'd tug at the neckline of his bandana while sweating or comically look away and roll on the balls of his feet

🥞 - What is their comfort breakfast? - hash browns

🌋 - How bad is their temper? Is it a slow boil, or an instant explosion? - I think it would be slow unless it was an extremely grave situation. Most of the time he'd be the "Okay, guys, let's not fight, I broke it, let me pay for it, it's fine" /ref (or not notice anyone was fighting at all-)

📸 - Do they enjoy having their picture taken? What's their go-to pose? Do they like taking photos? What do they take photos of? - I don't think they'd mind it :) He'd give a blank thumbs up every time. Once again I don't think he'd mind taking photos, he'd probably take photos of crops or wheat (tfw wheat field) or smth

🎁 - What types of presents would they be most happy to recieve? Are they good at gift-giving? - He'd love being given literally any food or anything handmade. Probably not good at gifting lol

⚙️ - What is Blaze's thoughts on science and art? Which do they give more importance to? How much value do they place on each? - Blaze would LOVE BOTH!! He'd probably think they're equally as important as one another. He'd value science more though cause he would probably say he's not creative

🌠 - If they could make any wish with no repercussions, what wish would they make? - "I wish I could be a cob o' corn. What d'ya mean, 'why'? I thought every'un wanted t' be a cob o' corn." Don't let Kyubey see this pt2

💙 - Do they miss their S/O easily? How do they act when their S/O isn't around? - Yeah <3 lovesick little man. He'd probably act the same with a bit more heart eyed cheek-in-their-hand swooning.

Dialtone!

👪 - What is their family like? What is Dialtone's relationship to them? Does Dialtone have any siblings? - Their family is rich. The rest? You'll have to wait and see

☕️ - Do they prefer hot or cold drinks? What is their favorite drink? - Hot! He likes bitter tea or black coffee

🙉 - What is the worst thing Dialtone could hear from someone? - Anything out of Ilas's fucking mouth

🍀 - Do they believe in luck? Are they lucky? - I don't think they believe in luck other than when trying to delusionally stop blaming themself for... Mmm maybe I should stop talking

🎵 - What is their playlist like? Their favorite artists? Do you associate a particular song with them? - They'd like sundots and Sparklehorse. Specifically Hello Lord by Sparklehorse. I have no other notes on this

🖍️ - What advice would you give to them? - "JUST FUCKING KICK ILAS OUT OKAY"

🌪️ - What is the biggest change you have ever made to them? How have they changed from their original version? - ...SOUP. SOUP I SWEAR TO G

❤️ - Their love language(s)? - Physical touch

Sisu!

😨 - When scared, do they go into "fight" or "flight"? - Freeze. Just do nothing. Can't do anything. Brain frozen up

🍧 - Do they still have any objects from their childhood? What significance does it have to them? What would their reaction be if they lost it? - Similar to Mix's answer to this. Not really

🕷 - What is their biggest fear? Do they have any irrational/mundane fears? - She is terrified of any and all medical things. She would scream louder if someone had a twisted ankle around her than if someone peacefully died in front of her

🌱 - What is their most vivid memory from childhood? - The white walls of the hospital.

✏️ - Is there a particular quote/lyric you associate with them? - SEEMS IT NEEEVER RAAINS IN SOOUTTHEERRN CALIIFORRNIIIIAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

📎 - A random fact? - She loves facing her fears! She used to be afraid of heights before she actually went out and explored them

💘 - What traits do they look for in a relationship? Do they believe in love at first sight? - Anyone who will actually listen to her. And, yes

This took three days

#xeyasks #taocc #ocs #oc asks #oc questions #good god /pos

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