Summary: during a passionate night husk and angel both discover something about each other and they completely derail the night
Word count: 1020
Author's note: this was inspired by @/anxious-lee's huskerdust headcanon about how they discovered each other's ticklishness
The sound of Husk and Angel passionately kissing completely filled the room. Angel's hands were fiddling with husk's bowtie while husk's were wrenching Angel's crop top off.
They stumbled drunkenly into Angel's room and they both fell on his bed, husk on top of angel. Husk gave Angel a peck on his jaw while trailing his hand down and squeezing Angel's waist though he was a tad shocked by the reaction.
“You're ticklish?” Husk asked, quietly stifling a chuckle. Angel looked away with a slight blush.
“A little” Angel mumbled, hugging himself slightly. “Total mood killer, I know.”
“Nah, s’ cute” Husk smiled, beginning to poke around Angel's abdomen and Angel started giggling hysterically along with his body making rubber duck squeaks. “So your whole body makes that squeaking sound, good to know.”
“Dohoho yohohou hahave to pohoint thahat out?” Angel whined, covering his blushing face and trying to muffle his laugh.
“Course I do!” Husk laughed, now starting to gently scribble at Angel's sides and Angel started to actually laugh.
Then Angel's bottom two hands latched onto husk's side and squeezed causing the cat to snort.
“Whahat the- hehehey-!” Husk in response moved to Angel's ribs, prodding in-between the divots. Angel squealed and doubled over laughing.
“Yohohoure an ahahahasshole!” Angel cackled, shaking his head as his upper arms grabbed Husk's hands and tugged in a not so desperate attempt to stop him.
“Sohoho ahahare you!” Husk wheezed, digging his thumbs riiiiight into Angel's ribs causing the spider to toss his head back in laughter.
“Yohohohhou stahaharated tHIHIHIS-!” Angel squealed when husk moved one of his tickling hands to Angel's armpit. All of Angel's arms snapped to his sides and he cackled as mirthful tears pricked his eyes.
“It's not my fault your laugh is adorable.” Husk teased after catching his breath. Angel's legs kicked underneath husk and accidentally kicked him.
“OW- FUCK!” Husk yelled, momentarily stopping the tickling and Angel took advantage of this and managed to flip the both over. Immediately Angel pinned husk’s hands above his head with his upper arms and began spidering on his tummy with his bottom set.
“WAIT-, WAHAHAIT!” Husk cackled, tugging at his hands while his wings rapidly flapped against the bed.
“Yeah, how's it feel kitty~?” Angel cooed, clearly enjoying this reversal of roles. “Not so fun when it's you isn't it~?”
“OH PLEHEHEASE, YOHOHOU LOHOHOVED IT!” Husk wheezed, his back arching.
“Maybe I did, maybe I didn't~” Angel replied, continuing to furiously scribble at husk belly. “All I know is that revenge is being served~.”
“YOHOHOU AHAHARE BEHEHEING SO DRAMAHAHATIC!” husk practically screamed, his tail starting to wag, making a gentle thump on the mattress. Though luckily I didn't seem like Angel had noticed yet.
“Aw~ look at your tail, so cute when it's wagging~” Nevermind. Husk began blushing crimson red and it's almost as if his tail began wagging even more. Then husk's tail wrapped around Angel's ankle and yanked him down.
“AH-” Angel yelped, falling on top of husk and letting go of the cat's hands. Immediately after his hands were free, husk wrapped his arms around Angel and turned them both to the side. Then he dug his hands into Angel's sides mercilessly.
“WAHAHAIT-! THAHAT’S NOT FAHAHAIR!” angel squealed, arching his back and squirming in Husk's hold.
“It takes one to know one.” husk chuckled, continuing to claw at Angel's sides and nuzzling into his neck and blowing a few raspberries causing angel to scream with laughter.
“AHAHAHA- NOHOHOT THEHEHERE, NOT THERE-!” Angel shook his head desperately trying to escape husk's grasp.
“tickle, tickle, tickle~” Husk teased into Angel's neck, the vibration of his voice making it so much worse for the poor spider.
It was then when Angel's lower arms dug into Husk's wings, vibrating into the soft plumage. Husk shrieked in startlement, stopping the tickling but not letting go of Angel.
“SOHHON OF A BIHIHITCH!” Husk laughed loudly. All bets were off and he started scribbling at Angel's bottom armpits.
“AAAHAH HUSK- STOHOHOP IT!”
“YOHOHOU STOHOHOP IT!!” Husk said, continuing to scratch at Angel's pits.
They are both laughing hysterically. This was not what they expected their first time together would be like but neither of them were complaining. Despite how much they might've been protesting in the moment, they were both loving it. Whether it was pure silliness, or the competitiveness to win this tickle fight isn't important.
Then husk had an idea due to Angel tormenting his wings. He stopped tickling Angel and instead grabbed his upper arms and flipped them over, pinning his hands next to his head. Due to surprise Angel stopped tickling him and husk put his legs on top of his bottom hands. All of his hands were now pinned away from his body.
“Got you now, baby” husk said, catching his breath from the tickling.
“Aw, but it seems like you're out of hands, kitten~” Angel teased back, tugging at his hands for emphasis.
“Who said I needed hands?” Husk smirked before using his wings to brush around Angel's ribs. Angel gasped and began cackling loudly, his back arching as he tried and failed to get away from the light tickles
“FUHUHUHUCK, HUSK-! YOUR FEHEHEHEATHERS” Angel dust all but screamed, squeezing his eyes shut.
“What, do they tickle~? Oh I'm sure they dooo~!” Husk cooed uncharacteristically, moving to brush under Angel's arms and his laughter climbed in pitch.
“HUHUHUSK! I GIVE, I GIHIHIVE, MEHEHERCY!” Angel pleaded, a mirthful tears sliding down his face. Husk retracted his wings with a smirk and moved off of Angel's arms which immediately snapped to cover his armpits, still giggling quietly.
“Ya still alive there?” husk asked, rubbing Angel's stomach in an attempt to soothe the last bit of giggles spilling out of him.
“yeheheah. Jesus chihirst, fuckin’ hell!” Angel panted out, fixing his hair.
“Here, you wanna cuddle?” Husk asked, waiting for Angel to nod before wrapping his arms and wings around Angel.
The rest of the night was spent in each other's arms, and they wouldn't have it any other way.
So I watched Deadpool and Wolverine in theaters being a big-time Deadpool fan since 2016 and I fell into the trenches HARD
I was not expecting to fixate on this movie as hard as I have but I wanted to try my hand at it! Now let me be clear, this is no @lovemybluebully work, they really have their finger on the pulse when it comes to these fics, but nevertheless, I'm still excited to share this piece :)
I hope you guys enjoy this is a big thing to take on after having not written in a while so I hope it's well received! Thank you for everything
WARNINGS: SPOILERS! Cursing, gore, violence, general shenanigans, fourth wall breaks
Wolverine snaps on Deadpool in the Honda Odyssey after hours of being a mouthy handful. But how does he deal with the silence that follows?
Hours of driving in the dusty Honda Odyssey, not getting any closer to the Borderlands where they were needed, and a jabbering idiot in his ear made Logan's eyeball twitching damn near audible.
The dense corn fields on either side of the Odyssey whipped past as Wolverine's hands clenched the steering wheel in a white-knuckled grip. Deadpool started up another nonsense topic to yap on about after Wolverine told him to shut up for the millionth time. Apparently, no one's ever taught Wade to sit in a comfortable silence.
"So if they fix your world, what's the first thing you're gonna do? Rubbing alcohol shots with a wiper fluid chaser?" Wade quipped. The weight of Wade's words hit Logan's ear like a bullet. It was the first thing Wade had said that Logan paid any real attention to, but this was arguably the most paramount.
Logan took his foot off the gas and slammed into the brake, making the Honda's tires squeal and jolt to a jarring stop. The vehicle shuddered with the sudden movements. Deadpool looked to Wolverine as Wolverine faced him, malice glinting in his eye.
"What did you say?" Wolverine asked Deadpool with chilling calm.
After discovering the ridiculousness that was Wade's so-called 'educated wish', Logan found himself in an uncontrollable rant after the days' past events caught up with him all at once. Once he started his rant, he found he couldn't stop. Everything he wanted to say to Wade that day poured out of him in a stream of hatred. Deadpool stared at him unnervingly with no comment while he raged.
"-Couldn't even save a relationship with a goddamn stripper! And motherfucker I wish I could say you die alone, but it's one of GOD'S best jokes that you can't die! Except that's on all of us!" Wolverine growled, his heart thundering in his chest after he ended his explosive tirade. He looked to Wade expectantly.
"Oh, what? You got nothin' to say, Mouth?" Wolverine spat.
Deadpool swallowed silently, being taken back to the photo that he had shown to Wolverine that had his whole world inside of it. His whole world, in one tiny polaroid. And even though it was that small, he still couldn't save it.
He felt his resolve slowly crumble as Wolverine's words started to sink in. He couldn't save Vanessa in his timeline, and when he brought her back to life she still left him. What if he failed again like he did last time, on an interdimensional scale, with not even a cream cheese spreader in hand to try to defend his loved ones? His whole world, his whole everything, lost? He couldn't defend them from an entire timeline collapsing. Maybe Logan was right-
Wolverine snapped his fingers in Deadpool's face to snap him back to reality.
"Hey, asshole. I'm talking to you. What have you got to say? You've had some idiotic little quip to respond to everything I've said to you today, and now you clam up?" Wolverine demanded.
Deadpool swallowed again and opened his mouth to speak, but he was truly lost. He was really at a loss for words. He didn't think this would ever happen to him, but he couldn't even begin to think how he could respond. Logan got him this time.
Unfortunately for Wade, this pissed Logan off worse than hearing about this 'educated wish' bullshit. Wolverine didn't want to admit that most of what he said was deflection, and he was frustrated and took it out on Deadpool. The more Deadpool was silent about his explosion, the more Wolverine would have to think and actually reflect on what he said to him. Wolverine wanted to fight, to argue now, to get this aggression out. Wolverine shifted in his seat to better face Deadpool and pointed a gloved finger in his face.
"If you think, that this stupid little game of yours with not fucking talking is gonna make me regret a SINGLE thing I said to you in any way, you're sorely fucking mistaken. We're not moving this car until you open your goddamn mouth." Wolverine snarled. Deadpool snuck a glance at the camera for this gratuitous quote from Wolverine but kept his mouth shut.
Deadpool decided to see if he could call his bluff because he was still at a loss for words. What was the point of any of this if everything would be destroyed, leaving him in the dark like his life before his family?
Wolverine growled and unsheathed his adamantium claws, and shoved them in Deadpool's ribs. The Honda Odyssey jostled with the violent movement. Blood began to seep from the wound and crawl down Deadpool's side. The red bled into the shade of Deadpool's suit. Yet, not a peep left Wade's mouth; He stared nonchalantly at the dashboard ahead of him. Nothing Deadpool couldn't handle of course. He's had worse from Vanessa in terms of penetration.
"Why is it NOW that you finally shut up? I said speak, bastard!" Despite the bliss that was Deadpool not speaking, Wolverine couldn't stand the thought of being remorseful of his words, especially in the direction of Wade Wilson. He should be able to say whatever he wanted and not feel guilt twining in his chest like barbed wire.
With an irritated sigh, Wolverine went to take his claws out of Wade's ribs. He jerked his elbow back to take his claws out, but his claws were caught on something. Grunting, Wolverine drew his elbow back more sharply on the next try, but Deadpool's body swayed with him. Now, if Deadpool were on speaking terms, he would allude to Wolverine's inability to pull out. However, he wasn't feeling funny right now.
Wolverine snarled in annoyance and grabbed Deadpool's ribs with his free hand to brace himself and wrench his claws out. Wolverine's fingers pressed into Deadpool's ribs, causing a jolt to pass through the merc. Deadpool snorted, a small sound coming out of his mouth. He slapped Wolverine's hand off his ribs, but Wolverine heard that small exchange.
"What was that? Something to say, Bub?" Wolverine tested. Deadpool stayed silent. Anger flared up in Wolverine as he clenched his fist. He shot forward and gripped his ribs with more force to seize his claws out. Deadpool jolted as he yelped and shrunk away from Wolverine's hands.
"GAH! Hey, no touching, Penn State. I don't have my rape whistle on me today." Deadpool shoved Wolverine's hand off his ribs again, but Wolverine figured this was the only way to get him talking again. Wolverine took his hand and gave Deadpool an intentional squish in his side just below his sunk claws, causing Deadpool to squeak.
"You're gonna talk, asshole. We're not moving until you show me what you thought about what I said." Wolverine needed to know how Deadpool felt about what he said so Deadpool didn't power down on him when it came to saving the world later. He needed to know that he didn't actually take those hurtful words to heart. Deadpool narrowed his eyes at Wolverine and instead tried to yank his claws out of his ribs.
"What is this, a podcast? We already hosted one to promote the movie, where you said absolutely nothing- might I add- and now you care about my opinion? Too little, too late, Fresh and Fit. You don't get my opinion, you just get to drive." Deadpool faced forward again, but Wolverine wasn't having it.
"Alright that's it you piece of arrogant shit-" Well, this was one way to get his aggression out. Wolverine took the claws that were embedded in Deadpool's ribs and used the leverage to drag Deadpool closer to him. Wolverine took his free hand and started scribbling his gloved hand on Deadpool's stomach. Wade squealed and started pushing against him immediately.
"Mahaha! Nohoho no no- wahahait! Thihihis ihihihisn't hohohow I imahahagined it!! Ahahat leheheast rehehead mhyhy AO3 fihihihirst!" Deadpool started giggling and kicking his legs, trying to curl away from Wolverine's offensive hand. Wolverine kept a gruff expression, not knowing all these inane references he liked to use. Logan scribbled his fingers into Wade's side, making the merc squeal.
"Why do you always jabber on about everything I DON'T want you to talk about. All you have to do is one simple fucking thing and you can't even do that." Wolverine grumbled. He didn't want to sit here tickling Deadpool all day, especially when they were on a world-ending time crunch, but he needed a non-sulking competent partner.
"I cahahan't! I'm tohohoo commihihitted to the bihihihit!" Deadpool shook his head as Wolverine continued, his fingers squishing into Wade's skin as he kept a firm grip on him via his claws. Logan had to admit, he couldn't remember the last time he actively tickled someone. Maybe some antics back at the academy, but that was decades ago. Hopefully, he hasn't lost his touch, however, Wolverine wouldn't be surprised if Deadpool had a thing for this kind of stuff.
"You gonna talk now? We've got no time for games." Wolverine asked. Deadpool threw up his hands and gestured to Wolverine squishing his side repeatedly while still laughing, a wordless show.
"Juhuhust stohohohop ahahalready! Thehehese ahaharen't lihihike my heheadcannons ohohf yohou 'ler'ing' ahahat ahahahall!" Deadpool shouted. Wolverine figured maybe a different spot was in order. He went lower on Deadpool's side nearing the top of his hip, and Deadpool's laughter grew louder with the motion.
"Wahahait wait wahait! I neheheed a pahahassword behehefore yohohou goho behehelow the behehelt! Thehe mohohovie is R-rahated but stihihill!" Deadpool kicked the legroom he had in front of him as Wolverine started kneading his hip with his thumb. He always had to be theatrical, no matter what.
"Why don't you just stop wasting our time and say what I want you to say. You said your world is at stake, isn't it? And you're taking up time being an ass." Wolverine gruffed. Logan's four fingers were pressed against Wade's back as his thumb pushed and pressed into the hollow of his hip, which was surprisingly easy to find through his suit. Wolverine drug Deadpool closer with his claws every time he tried to escape.
"I dohohon't knohohow whahat you wahahant mehehe to sahahay! Thihihis ihihihisn't in the scrihihipt!" Despite this being a dream come true for Wade, he did agree that they were wasting time here. He didn't know what it was Wolverine expected him to do though. He wanted feedback for exploding on him like that? He was unclear about Wolverine's goals if he didn't say them aloud.
"Stop talking and just fucking speak! Quit wasting your breath on fucking nonsense!" Wolverine demanded. He moved his hand to Deadpool's waistline above his belt and started vibrating his fingers into the skin. Deadpool snuck a suggestive look into the camera before bursting out in laughter again.
"Yohohou knohohow fohohor beheheing mahahad yohohou're dohohoing behehetter thahahan my rohohohose tohohoy!" Deadpool shouted, his hands trying to push Wolverine's hand down below his belt line while Wolverine kept up his vibrating motion. Wolverine grimaced in disgust and shoved his hand as far away from his belt as possible, which he found was lodged in Deadpool's armpit. He began scratching into the space.
"Fine, then we'll just be here all day, wasting our time, when an entire timeline is collapsing because you don't want to take two seconds to say one fucking sentence." Even Wolverine didn't know what he wanted that sentence to be. He was starting to think even if he did hear what he thought he wanted to hear, it wouldn't be enough to calm his eternal war.
"I cahahan't dohoho thahahat! I cahahan't ihihimprohovise whehen I'm beheheing tihihickled!" Deadpool countered. Being giggly didn't give Deadpool the best coordination or strength for that matter, so trying to get Wolverine's hand out of his armpit was a herculean feat.
"Whyhyhy hahahahasn't Shahawn yehehelled 'CUT' yehehehet?! Thihihis ihihihis rihihidiculous!" Even Deadpool had his limits, and he was coming up on it. Some of his fantasies were much better on paper rather than practice. Deadpool decided to try and get out of this in a way that wasn't physical. Wade swallowed the remainder of his laughs and pointed out the windshield.
"Oh my God! The Bachelorette! The TVA sent Jenn Tran to the Void?! What is she doing here?!" Deadpool put on his best convincing voice as he pointed behind Wolverine. Wolverine followed his pointed hand before inwardly cursing himself. Deadpool took his leg and shot out at Logan's jaw, kicking the mutant in the face. The force knocked Wolverine's claws out of his ribs (finally) and sent Logan into the door of the Odyssey. The Honda wobbled with the movement, Logan looking temporarily dazed.
"Finally, now you'll- Oh God." Deadpool started, but Wolverine recovered earlier than he'd thought. Wolverine held Deadpool's leg in his grip with his leg draped over the center console, a grin crafted of pure malice on Wolverine's face. Deadpool looked at the camera with a nervous expression.
"Chat, on a scale of 1 to 10, how cooked am I?" Deadpool asked before nearly screaming.
Wolverine had plunged his fingers into Deadpool's thigh and kneecap, squishing and prodding the sensitive skin on top and inside his thigh. Deadpool belly laughed when he was just giggling before, unable to truly form words now. Wolverine snorted with a frown and shook his head at the ridiculous display as he continued scribbling and scratching over Wade's thigh.
"NOHOHO! Thihihihis ihihihisn't hohohohow yohohou treheheat Mahaharvel Jehehehesus!" Deadpool laughed hysterically, his leg kicking as the ticklish electricity zapped up and down his thigh.
"Talk and I'll let go. It's really that simple, you're doing this to yourself, Bub." Despite the huge threat the timeline was facing, Wolverine was starting to brighten with this treatment of Deadpool. He didn't think it would get him this bad, and after being an insufferable prick all day, he was starting to gladden at the fact that he could get him back in some way.
"Ihihihif I hahahad it myhyhyhy wahahay, yohohou'd behehe tihihihickling ahaha dihihihifferent bohohohody pahahart!" Deadpool let out. Even when he was getting tickled to death, he had to express his quips. Not being able to be a smartass was the REAL torture.
So they were there for a minute, going back and forth between each other with Deadpool being effortlessly funny and Wolverine muttering in reply. It would be listed out here for you but the author is running out of dialogue and doesn't want to admit it.
"Okahahahay seheheheriously! Ihihihif yohohou dohohon't stohohop I'm sehehetting Dogpohohool on yohohou!" Deadpool shouted, his leg kicking and shaking from its repeated abuse from Wolverine.
"You ready to talk yet? We go any more and you're gonna hurt yourself." Wolverine eventually asked. Deadpool simply nodded, too overcome with laughter, and Wolverine let him go. Deadpool held his thudding heart while he caught his breath, glad that his mask shielded the view of his red cheeks.
"Ha... ah... and I thought Colossus was mean. He at least asks if I'm comfortable and establishes a safeword first. You're just... vicious. I don't even think Blake has explored my body like that." Deadpool took his leg off of Wolverine's lap and slouched in his seat.
"So. What do you have to say?" Wolverine asked. Deadpool's heart calmed as he opened his mouth.
"Well... truthfully... I mean if we had the time and the budget for a segment that lengthy we could have used it for scenes you'd have to open your incognito tab for-" Wolverine shot his hand out at Deadpool but didn't actually touch him, and Deadpool jumped and yelled in surprise.
"What do you have to say about what I said, smartass? No fucking games." Wolverine said with icy calm. Deadpool exhaled loudly and dropped his head back into his seat, looking up at the ceiling of the Odyssey.
"I think you're wrong. I can save my family, my universe, and my timeline because I've done it before. But not without your help. You're right, I did lie to you. I lied and I told you what you wanted to hear just so you could help me, and there's a reason why you're the anchor being and I'm not. I was willing to say anything to get you here, to help me. And I'm... I'm sorry. I am sorry. I shouldn't have done that." Deadpool looked over to Wolverine who was looking at him with a softened expression.
Wolverine took a moment before he slowly nodded.
"Okay. Come on. Let's save your fragile ass timeline and save your world, so you can stay far away from mine as possible." Wolverine said ultimately. Deadpool nodded, pumping his fists into the air.
"Yes! Ketchup and Mustard are back on the road! The fanservice is our savior once more. It's a blue moon when it doesn't work, and those odds only kick up when you're writing for Voltron." Wolverine started the car back up and began to amble down the road once more.
Only a few moments afterward did Deadpool start back up his antics after Wolverine started driving down the road in the Odyssey like nothing had happened earlier.
"Hey, Honey Badger. English or Spanish?" Deadpool asked. Wolverine narrowed his eyes at the question and shook his head.
"The hell are you asking me?" Wolverine asked. Deadpool cackled unexpectedly.
"HAH! I always knew underneath that rugged exterior was a fruit bowl on the inside. The kind of fruit bowl with a single bruised banana and a brown lime in it, with some garlic cloves at the bottom, but still a fruit bowl nevertheless. Oh, you make me happy." Deadpool went and leaned his head on Wolverine's shoulder until Wolverine shrugged him off.
Something about Deadpool's fruit bowl comment nagged at Wolverine. Something about the garlic cloves made him unexpectedly snort. Deadpool looked at him like the god that he was as a ghost of a smile traced Wolverine's lips.
"You really are the Merc with the Mouth huh? You never shut up." Wolverine commented. Deadpool reached over and gave a generous helping of pokes up and down Wolverine's side. Wolverine growled and slapped Deadpool's hand away.
"You touch me again and you lose that hand." Wolverine threatened.
"That's the game, and business is good. By the way, next time let's establish when we're going to do a tickle scene, okay? Danny tends to be insecure about the length of the tickling scenes in their works because they feel they write too much exposition." Deadpool looked into the camera and winked.
"Who the hell are you- you know what, fuck it." Wolverine shook his head once more and stared out onto the open road.
"Don't worry Danny, you're doing great sweetie. And thank all of you for your unending support. You just say the word and we'll get Steve Irwin hear singing his laughter like he's on The Greatest Showman again. We'll see you next time, here in the Borderlands." Deadpool blew a kiss into the camera and waved off the audience.
So side note it's 2 am and my fucking Huntlow brainrot doesn't let me sleep so here's a small fic /prompton Willow's POV about... certain things we saw at the NYCC teaser💛💚
OR... Basically me hyperfixating over this frame and writing something BECAUSE LOOK AT THOSE HEART EYES PEOPLE
(no beta read bc this literally came out of my sleep deprived brain right now so sorry for any mistakes)
"Have you ever seen the rain?"
If someone had told Willow Park six months ago that she was going to become best friends with a human, and that scenario would lead to a series of events where she'd end up fighting the Emperor of the Isles (who got turned into goop by a purple child) and being on stuck on said human's house for weeks... Willow would probably had laughed at that someone's face.
But oh well... life has indeed unexpected paths for all of us I guess...
And yet somehow, that is not the weirdest part of everything her life has come to be
She, once Half-a-Witch Willow who had no friends and was scared of mostly everything had come up to make her own Flyer Derby team (just like her dads but she doesn't want to get too deep into that train of thought), fixed her friendship with Amity, had now a group of friends who loved her and who she loved so much and also had fallen for BEFRIENDED the kid behind the Golden Guard mask, better known as Hunter (or by that cute false name Caleb Jasper Bloodwilliams she did liked so much).
Now how did the boy ended up becoming such an important addition of her duo with Gus? She has no idea.
But it feels like it was something destined to happened, it's... natural. Just seeing him protecting the youngest boy, following his excitable shenanigans over human artifacts, with how much love he talks to Flapjack (and Clover the back of her mind screams) and just seeing him right now, under the human rain soaked in mud but laughing alongside Gus and Vee gives her heart a jittery feeling over how bright and beautiful the boy in front of her is.
So, she doesn't think twice when Camilla gives her the human camera and she snaps as much pictures of this moment as she can.
Titan knows this is a rare view considering the last few weeks (and in the case of Hunter maybe years, if the other night when she caught him cutting his own hair is any indication)
And yet, despite not knowing what's is going on with him and why he was so desperate to look different, Willow can't help but admire the strength her blonde has to step up and continue growing into Hunter himself and out of the whole Golden Guard title.
Also okay, she's not dumb and knows Luz and Gus might know more about what Hunter deal is, but she also know how important is the boy to her, how in the Day of Unity she was ready to do anything to keep him standing despite the draining spell, bit also how she would do anything to keep that image from happening ever again and be there to make sure he had more days like this.
It was just what she'd promised the day she adopted Clover: she will do everything to be strong and wise to protect the people she loves, even if that means "kill" an alarm clock for Vee or being there for the boy she's infatuated BEFRIENED! to cut his own hair at 3 am, holding him in his sleep, or simply silently showing she'll support him with whatever he hasn't told them yet whenever he's ready to do so.
And who knows? Based on that soft toothy smile he's giving her right now, she could get another shot at cutting his hair, under nicer and much more domestic circumstances... Heh, it sounds like a cute fantasy but at least right now, under the non-boiling rain, and running towards his arms (and Gus' and Vee's) everything seems a little less impossible.
I don’t remember if I posted this yet,,,if I have this’ll be EMBARRASSING. But I give u , timlex that I never finished writing.
Alex tends to wake up from nightmares a lot, explaining why he tends to avoid sleep. But tonight was worse. Tonight he could hear the static, he could hear that fucking thing.
And he couldn’t breathe, his chest felt so tight. Why did it feel like this? It was never this bad. No. It was always just him panicking for awhile before he’d force himself to move on. So why is it so much *worse* this time?
Is it cause he didn’t eat today? Is it cause he ignored Tim earlier?? Maybe it was cause he hasn’t slept in awhile? He wasn’t sure .
But he was confident that this would probably happen again. And if anything , Tim would notice. And that would be annoying. He hated how he worried about him, it felt unnatural. Especially after all hes done.
His fingers traced over the scar on the side of his neck, breathing hitching as he stared at the ground infront of him. He’d been sat here for god knows how long trying to just get out of this state .
But it got worse the second he touched the scar, tears spilling from his eyes as he threw his glasses off, they clattered to the ground next to him in the dimly lit room.
It was so infuriating, how he couldn’t just shut down like usual, he just wanted to write down something. Make doodle a little . But no. He just had to have some annoying kind of panic attack tonight.
If hes lucky, Tim would already be asleep. He wouldn’t notice or question if he went out for a walk. Yeah. If he was lucky though, and he was never lucky . He couldn’t remember a time he could be considered lucky, maybe when he met jay, and Brian, and then Tim. But that wasn’t luck it was just meeting people .
Alex sat there for awhile, on the carpeted bedroom floors while tears spilled from his eyes . He furiously wiped them away each time, he was hoping no one would’ve heard his little meltdown, but that clearly wasn’t the case once he heard knocking at his door .
