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going-to-ikea-for-the-fries · 17 days

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It's a Match! || poly!141 x Reader

[Chapter 31] || [Chapter 33]

Pairing: Gaz x gn!Reader || Ghost x gn!Reader || 141 x gn!Reader Words: 1.3K~ cw: not angst but a bit 'angsty', fluff fluff fluff. Summary: While overcoming recent heartbreak, you decide to join Tinder in search of a rebound. Your friends advise to just Swipe Right indiscriminately... What happens when 4 soldiers from the same squad match with you? a/n: This one made me all emosh to write ngl.

Chapter 32: No Harm Done.

You're sitting by the sliding glass door leading out to the balcony on Sunday morning, looking out and holding a warm drink in your hands.

It's raining outside. It's always raining in England, so it shouldn't really surprise you... but it still feels like a lazy, down-sort of day regardless.

You're home alone. Johnny went to base for P.T. and a meeting of sorts, while Kyle went out to the gym himself, giving you some time for yourself.

Your phone sits in front of you, fingers tapping away, back-and-forth, between chats with friends and with the lads, your lads.

Ghost said they'd text you to let you know when they were back, a promise they'd made after they sort of just turned up at your door all injured and hurt without warning so many weeks ago.

It feels like it's been an eternity since you had them all here.

Your eyes find your chat with Simon, flittering over the last couple of texts you sent each other. Right before the boys left on their newest mission.

Regardless of what Kyle and Johnny say about Simon, he's actually the best texter out of all of them... John being the worst.

simon: Have about 5 minutes before we have to go. you: will u be safe? simon: Always am sweetheart. simon: Don't you worry about me. you: i meant ALL of you. you: and of course i worry about u! simon: If it was about all of us, you wouldn't be messaging me separately. simon: And I appreciate it but you shouldn't. you: i hate how smart u are. you: u face death literally every day in your job simon: And I always come back. you: okay but im allowed to worry no? you: youd worry about the others too? simon: I guess so. simon: But I'll be fine. you: u dont know that. simon: I know enough. simon: Been doing this for over a decade. you: that's not reassuring the way you think it is. simon: You're very worried. Is this because of what I said?

That text makes you set down your phone when you read it again, your face warm with embarrassment at the reminder, just like it had been during that text exchange as it was happening.

He had told you he loves you. Two of them had by now.

The thought of that still makes you shiver, the words so full of emotion and vulnerability when Simon said them, never any pressure on you, just a gesture on his end.

you: maybe? simon: That's really cute of you. simon: Don't let it make you worry or overthink. simon: I'll make sure I come back to you. you: si... simon: GTG ✋ simon: Will text you when I touch down.

Kyle's, however, were a lot less vulnerable. They were sweet, sudden, driven by happiness and amusement...

Both of them came out of left field and caught you off-guard.

Both of them felt just as real, however.

You took a sip of your warm drink and glanced out of the window again, watching the droplets slide down the glass panes.

You can't help but think about how things have been going for you.

Is this becoming too much? Is it going too far? Did you finally lose the plot?

When did a silly little Tinder account you made with your friends while fighting heartbreak become a 4-way relationship and 2 out 4 men telling you they're in love with you?

You're lost in thought when the door opens behind you, Kyle making his way in.

"Hey, lovie." He greeted, causing you to jump a bit, spilling some of your drink over the glass top of the table.

"Ah, fuck." You complained as you reached for the napkin holder and started mopping up the liquid. "Hi, Ky." You added as you cleaned the mess you made.

"Sorry, did I catch you off guard?" He asked as he approached the table and began to help you.

"Yeah..." You murmured and looked up at him, finally, finding him in a grey sleeveless hoodie and black workout shorts.

You smiled softly at him as you gathered the wet napkins and moved to the kitchen to dispose of them.

Kyle seemed to catch the look in your eyes as you glanced up at him. "What's wrong? You seem strange..." He asked as you followed you into the kitchen.

"Just thinking, it's nothing." You told him as you turned after throwing out the rubbish, only to find him standing right behind you, looking at you with scrunched brows.

"Is this about yesterday?" He asked you softly. "Was it too early?" He added in earnest.

The memories of the day before come back to you sharply. The way, after he told you he loved you, you sputtered for a bit, your face burning up, your eyes wide...

And how you had come back home together, your nose still pink, his cheek still red, the both of you looking embarrassed and sheepish, avoiding eye contact and biting your lip.

How Johnny had teased the two of you, thinking you had gotten down and dirty in the car and that's why you had come home looking so embarrassed...

You look up at him with a sigh and shake your head. "No, it's just..." You trailed off.

"Was it because Soap teased us after we came back?" He reached forward and gently ran a hand over your cheek.

"No!" You added and sighed, leaning into his palm, and gently holding his forearm in your hand.

"I'm just worried... I've never... been in something like this before." You explained, as you looked into his eyes. "More than one partner and-"

Kyle nodded at you, watching you with understanding eyes and a soft gaze, like he wanted you to keep talking, communicating.

"I don't know how to act about this... I don't know..." You trailed off and looked away for a moment. "It's... a strange feeling."

"To love more than one person at once?" He asked you as his brows raised in inquiry.

You nodded in response and looked up at him. "Yeah... And to... have them love me back."

"So I wasn't the first to tell you, huh?" Kyle asked, having caught the way you mentioned 'more than one person' when it came to 'loving you back'.

Your face burned up hot in embarrassment and you shook your head at him.

"Simon was." You replied, which made Kyle's eyes widen and then a smile take over his lips as he shook his head.

"Wasn't expecting that..." Kyle admitted as he caressed your cheek again.

"Did you say it back for him? Like you did for me?" He asked and you nodded your head in reply.

"Well..." Kyle trailed off, seemingly lost in thought for a moment, as if pondering what to say, and how to say it. "It's not exactly a bad feeling, is it?"

You shook your head. It wasn't a bad feeling. In fact, you quite liked having said the words, having had the words said to you.

"Then, I'd say there's not a big cause for worry. We all knew this would happen, right?" He added. You, once again, nodded at him.

Gently, he cupped your face with both hands, his thumbs rubbing your cheeks. "Then, let's just... let it be." He chuckled.

"You and I love each other. You and Simon love each other. I love Simon too..." He admitted with a shrug. "No harm done, right?"

Smiling a bit more, you ended up nodding and gently pushed up, kissing him slowly and deeply, both of your eyes closing, his hands caressing your face, your hands caressing his forearms...

You're so into the kiss, you don't hear the front door close, nor Johnny approach, until he shows up at the kitchen door. "Greedy bastard, leave some space for the Tav, will ye?"

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blue-slxt · 10 months

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New Kink

*Request: this might be a miss ngl...but neteyam and lactating reader. that's all I'm gonna say. I just know that man has a breeding kink so why not this as well*

Okay, so this request really struck a chord with me because I used to have a boyfriend that had a lactation kink. I’ve never lactated before so that never went anywhere between us, but this was such a fun idea for me. I hope you like how it turned out!🤗 All characters are aged up.

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Smut under the cut.

You carefully hand your sleeping baby over to Kiri. She had offered to watch her for the day so that you could finally get a break. Jake and Neytiri were more than happy to spend some quality time with their first grandchild. You were more than grateful for all their support.

“I just fed her so she should sleep for the first little while”, you tell her while you caress your baby’s precious sleeping face.

“Alright. You try to get some food and rest too.” Kiri says to you with a smile.

“Thank you. We’ll be by later to pick her up.” “No rush” she turns and walks back home with your baby.

You breathe a big sigh of relief when you plop yourself back on your sleeping mat. Even though your baby was still only 8 weeks old, your home felt so empty without her small coos and laughter. As grateful as you were for the break, you couldn’t help but miss her already.

You rest your head back against the wall and let your body relax.

Footsteps approach your home and you look to see Neteyam entering your home. “Welcome home. You just missed Kiri.” “I see. How are you feeling, tíyawn?” he says joining you on your mat and holding your face. You lean your cheek into his hand and smile softly.

“I am fine. I have missed you Ma’Teyam.”

“I have missed you too” he wraps his arms around your waist and rests his head on your chest. You stroke the top of his head gently enjoying these small moments of easy silence that the two of you rarely got to share any more.

Neteyam lets his eyes flutter shut while he breathes in your scent. He always loved the way you smelled and it had only intensified since having your baby. Suddenly, he felt a drip on his forearm. He opens his eyes to look and sees a single milky white droplet on his arm. And then another joins it. His eyes travel up the way it came and his eyes focus in on your breasts. They had become more full and your nipples dripped with milk.

The smell of your hormones was so strong here. He felt drunk as he stared at you. One of his hands trails up your body to cup your breast and grope it gently. You let out a deep sigh feeling his touch. The pressure he applies makes more of your milk spill over and run down his hand. “Shit…” he says lowly feeling his eyelids grow heavy and his loincloth feels tighter.

You finally look down at his hand and see the mess he’s making with your body. “Ah, ‘Teyam wait. I need to clean—” but he doesn’t let you finish your thought before he lets his impulse drive him to latch his mouth onto your nipple.

You jump at the contact with your sensitive bud. Neteyam groans against your skin tasting your sweet milk free flowing into his mouth. Every drop on his tongue pushes him more out of his mind. His hands roam about your body until one finally finds refuge between your legs.

“Neteyam, you s-shouldn’t…” you try to protest, but you can’t help how your body still submits to his touch and your back bows to press your chest more towards him.

He temporarily detaches from your nipple, “But why not?” Another suck. “You taste so good.” Another one. “So sweet all over for me.” His kisses trail down your body until his head is resting between your thighs. You open them just a little wider for him and he slides your loincloth to the side so he can bury his face in your wet cunt. A low moan escapes your lips feeling his tongue swipe back and forth across your clit. You make quick work of untying your top and letting it fall off. Neteyam busies his hands with feeling and squeezing your breasts loving how full they feel in his hands. He watches as more white dribbles out of your mounds and trail down your body. It triggers this deep-rooted need inside of him. He pulls off of you and pushes you down on the mat while he hovers over you. He attacks your neck and chest with kisses and licks and nips. “Yawne, let’s have another one.”

Your eyes go wide hearing his words. “’Teyam, we just had one” you remind him.

“I know, but I want to give you another. I want to see you carry more of my babies” he pauses to lap at your nipple again.

His tip is already prodding at your entrance. You didn’t even notice when he pulled it out. Your back arches when he finally slides in. There was the slightest twinge of pain feeling him stretch you out like this, but pleasure quickly overtakes you when he starts thrusting into you. “Oh ‘Teyam!” you call out while your fingers tangle in his braids.

His strokes are deep, but gentle. He doesn’t want to hurt you since you just had your baby even though every fiber of his being is screaming at him to mercilessly take you right now.

Low moans and groans leave his mouth feeling how wet you are around him. His mind races with flashes of your swollen belly and the fullness of your hips, thighs, and breasts. It drives his primal urge to breed you more.

He speeds up his pace and your nails dig into the skin of his shoulders. “Fuck, I wanna get you pregnant again.” Your mind is too far gone to even argue with him anymore.

“Do it Ma’Teyam. I want it.”

Your words push Neteyam’s mind over the edge. All the restraint he was holding on to goes straight out the window and he starts to rut wildly into your core. Wet squelching and moans mix in the air of your home.

The knot in your core starts to tighten when he starts slamming into your cervix. “Ah! Ah…Haah…’Teyam…Ah! Neteyam!” He’s all your mind can think of in this moment. Nothing else exists in this moment, but Neteyam and the feeling of your inevitable unraveling.

Hearing his name on your lips pushes Neteyam over the edge. “Oh, fuck I’m gonna cum. Gonna make sure you have more of my babies. Shit!” His lips latch onto your chest sucking down as much of your milk as he can while his hips stutter as he pumps you full of his thick, burning hot seed. The heat and full feeling throws you into your own orgasm. Your body stiffens before your legs start to tremble around his waist. Your nails drag down his back and you’re both almost positive that it was deep enough to draw blood.

Neteyam holds himself inside of you for a minute trying to keep as much of his cum inside of you as he can. His body falls limp on top of you and you hold his head against your still heaving chest.

“You realize that our little one has only just been born and now we may have another one joining her soon?” you laugh a little rubbing his head.

“That is fine. You make such a pretty mama. I could do this forever.” He says blissfully nuzzling his face into your skin.

“Let’s not get too ahead of ourselves. You are not the one that has to birth them.”

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar fic #neteyam #awow #neteyam sully #avatar smut #neteyam x reader #neteyam smut #neteyam x na'vi!reader #awow smut

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devnmon · 17 days

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too sweet. || a.m.

a/n: heyy ok i know you guys have probably seen enough of the fics with hozier songs but i also love him and when i heard this track the minute it was released, i was like oh yeah this is arthur morgan core. if ur bothered by me writing this then i say that is simply your problem ngl. in the case that you are reading this, it's just a silly little blurb that sums up arthur morgan in the eyes of the song too sweet by hozier !

wc: 632 | warnings: mentions of smut (that's all)

Arthur Morgan was never an early bird. In fact he despised it. Most times he did was only during a hunt, when he woke smelling like a bonfire, lost in a haze. You– you were different; completely rising before the sun rose like clockwork. While you always told him never to stay up till the sunrise, he did, arrogantly, anyways.

He was amazed at how you were so easily able to exist in a world that fought against you– not only in the gang, but as a woman. Drunk on life you seemed to be, Arthur would say, while he took his whiskey neat. In his bed at 3am many nights, he took pride in getting to lay next to you when the slower moments came to pass.

You kissed him in the early mornings when you rose, lips still tasting of the previous night's wine. The sweet morning greeting of your lips had him praying for you to lay with him longer. Arthur was lovesick and kept you wherever he went; whether that meant drawings of your from across camp, or your name written with a heart next to his on a different page. On the off chance he gets back to camp early in the mornings before you wake, he leaves you the most exquisite trinkets for you to remember him by.

It's not often he must stay out of camp for longer than a couple days, but when he does, he returns with a heartfelt apology that takes place in your shared bedroll, begging you to accept his apology with every praise. Your touch has been ingrained into his mind, body. and soul, and yet– it burns his skin every time. Each press of your lips and swipe of your tongue over his skin.

He's so goddamned lucky you've let him at your body long enough to know how well his melds with yours like putty. You're the cream he voids from his coffee– because you're too sweet for him. You're too sweet with your sweet lips like heaven's gate, and Arthur is marveled at how you let him of all men kiss you.

The natural beauty you walked around with every day made Arthur seethe with envy at the fact that other men would gaze upon what was his. Most times when you clock his jealous stares and frustrated grunts, it's instinct when you immediately reassure him that you're not going anywhere.

His frustration is released among his true aim towards the spots on your body that make you mewl and call out his name like a mantra. It boosts his ego through the roof like a rocket when you respond and intertwine your soul even more with his.

When he's free from the constant back and forth from camp and jobs, there's a rare moment where Arthur dedicates two or three days to only you. He whisks you away to an expensive hotel, and uses his every power to bring you a new kind of ecstasy when he shares the bed with you. Arthur never wants you to think he doesn't have time to spend on you; he proves that any moment he can.

At that point, he'd gladly die between your thighs just to hear the wanton noises of carnal desire you feel for him and only him. He's seen so much pain in the world, that he's astonished someone like you can be beautiful and perfect so naturally.

You're the sun he wakes to every morning, the contrast of the heat during the cool rainy nights. As sweet as wine and the grapes it has been made from; he'd wait forever to taste your kiss again as long as you were there to ease the aches and pains.

Until then... he'll take his whiskey neat.

#ryesff #devnmonwrites #devnmon writes #arthur morgan x reader #arthur morgan blurb #rdr2 fandom #arthur morgan #arthur morgan fanfiction

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cyberkinks · 1 year

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𝟗:𝟑𝟖 𝐏𝐌︙𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 ──── ・♡

𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞𝐬 ➢ boyfriend!wonwoo, wom!reader, sexual intercourse, switching positions, big dick wonwoo, kissing, neck-kissing, ass-smacking, choking, spitting, nipple stimulation, aftercare ofc.

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 ➢ use of pet names, use of swear words, some errors, and also read at your own risk. mature content ahead!

𝐠𝐞𝐧𝐫𝐞 ➢ idol au, boyfriend au, smut, fiction, fluff.

𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫 ➢ this is for entertainment purposes only!

𝐚/𝐧: ❛ This was in my drafts for a while ngl but I hope you all enjoy this and I’m incredibly sorry for the late updates but i’m still working on kai’s just be patient with me, I’m really busy but I love you all! ❜

“𝐅𝐔𝐂𝐊” You moaned once he slid his large cock into you slowly filling you up immediately, inch after inch. you grabbed onto the headboard as tight as you could while looking between your bodies.

Wonwoo’s hands were placed on your hips, gripping them as he sat inside of you letting you adjust to his size “you feel so good” his voice whispered into your ear.

“Please” You whined, moving your body back and forth slowly and gently towards his hips “Please what?” you whined at his response which made him chuckle “you have to tell me what you want in order for me to give it to you, baby”

You tugged down on your bottom lip “give it to me please! I can take it!” you practically begged to make wonwoo raise an eyebrow “fuck me please!”

“Do you deserve to be fucked, honey?” he asked and you nodded immediately but he shook his head “I wanna hear you say it” he softly spoke “tell me”

“Yes! please!”

A smile formed across his lips “you’re being such a good girl for me” he hummed “mmhm”

His thumbs caressed your hips as he slowly moved into yours, making a low moan escape your lips “more!” you commanded and his hips began to speed up.

“Shit!” Wonwoo moaned into the air. his hands moved from your hips to the pillows that were underneath you, gripping them tightly.

Your eyes rolled back as his hips began to plow into you more harder and rougher as the seconds went by. your moans began to louden which surely awakened the neighbors.

Your mouth fell open as your eyebrows knitted together once you felt him hitting at your cervix now. you gripped the headboard as hard as you could knowing you were probably gonna break one of your acrylics.

He leaned down and wrapped his around your nipple sucking on it gently.

Wonwoo removed one of his hands from the pillow and moved it down your body and towards your swollen bud and began rolling it around in circles.

The simulation was too much for you which made you cry out in pleasure.

Your legs began to shake, your eyes began to water and the headboard was banging against the wall as the bed started to squeak.

“Oh god!” You moaned in a shaky tone.

He removed his mouth from your nipple, making a ‘pop’ sound. your shared bedroom was now filled with moans, groans, bed squeaks, lewd noises from him pumping into you, and skin clapping.

“Fuck, i could do this all night” he groaned.

His hand reached underneath one of your legs and placed it on his shoulder, hitting your cervix from another angle now.

Waves of pleasure flew over both of you, increasing the intimacy as the euphoric feeling filled both of your veins. his hair was stuck to his forehead due to the sweat along with yours.

You soon felt your orgasm approaching quickly which made him slow down and you whined “n-no, more please”

“You wanna cum? hm? Do you think you deserve to cum, baby? I don’t think you do”

“I-I do! please!”

His fingers started rolling your sensitive bud around in faster circles, making your eyes roll again “i-i’m so close!”

He removed one of his hands from the pillows and wrapped it around your throat, choking you with a small squeeze.

His hips continued moving into you but more roughly, pushing the rest of his inches into you which made you moan louder “i can’t t-take it!” you whimpered.

“Yes you can, baby” he whispered in a shaky tone “take me, you’re doing so good”.

He felt your walls clench around him once again which made your name fall from his lips as he whimpered “God, you feel so amazing”

“Wonwoo!”

With a final deep thrust, you released onto his cock as your legs shook from the orgasm.

His muffled voice asked you if you were okay but you couldn’t hear him until it faded away and you nodded “y-yes, I'm fine” you breathed out in a shaky tone.

“Good because I’m not done with you” he whispered softly before slowly pulling out of you.

Pardon?

“W-What?-“

With the rest of the strength he had left, he turned your body over so that you were now laying down on your stomach.

“All fours” He commanded and you did so with all your strength “don’t worry baby, I got you” he hummed, placing his hands on your ass and rubbing it before giving it a hard smack and you squealed.

“Fuck”

His hand went down to your folds and carefully slipped his fingers inside of you “you’re dripping wet, baby I guess you like it rough, hm?”

You nodded “so much, baby!”

Wonwoo chuckled as his fingers slowly pumped into you, sweeping past your sweet spot. you whined and began to move your ass back towards his fingers but he stopped you “you’re so fucking needy” his other hand reached forward, grabbing onto your hair and yanking your head back making you look up at the ceiling.

“My needy little whore” he added a third finger inside of you before curling them and pumping them into you at a faster pace, making you squirm “aah!” your mouth fell open as you tried not to move your hips.

“Please fuck me!”

He slipped his fingers out of your hole and moved them down towards your clit making you open your legs a little wider. his fingers rolled your clit around in fast circles which caught you off guard “I just want to play with you for a little while”

“Shit!” You panted, bucking your hips towards him.

While he was playing with your clit, his tip poked at your entrance “I love playing with you, baby” he said before plunging his cock deep into you, making you let out a loud moan.

“Oh my god!” You whimpered as his cock slowly began to enter you once again. a deep moan came from his lips as he pushed himself further into you carefully while his thumb caressed your hip.

"I can't get enough of you" he groaned as his hips slowly began to move into you slowly and gently to help you adjust to his size again.

Wonwoo leaned forward and pressed his lips again your shoulder while his hands moved to your thighs and opened your legs wider.

With his other unoccupied hand, he softly massaged your ass as his other hand returned to your clit, rubbing your mixed cum all over it.

"P-Please stop teasing me!" you said in a whiny tone making him chuckle "I don't mean to tease you, I'm making sure I'm not hurting you," he said into your ear "am I hurting you, baby?" you shook your head no "words"

"N-No, you're not h-hurting me- Fuck!" you moaned out as his pace began to pick up to the same pace from earlier but much more rougher.

His eyes watched as your ass bounced off his hips which was so satisfying for him. his hand collided with your ass cheek which made you cry out his name in a loud moan.

"T-That feels so fucking good!" Your eyes began to roll back again as his fingers rubbed your clit around in slower motions "so good baby!" he grunted, pounding at your cervix again "mhm!" You whimpered, gripping the sheets as hard as you could.

Wonwoo wrapped his hand around the front of your throat which caught you off guard at first. he tilted your head back, making you look up at him which make you clench around him.

"I-I'm close so again"

"Gonna cum for me, hm?" You nodded your head "yes!" "gonna make a mess on my cock again, baby?" "oh god, yes!"

Wonwoo picked up his pace as his hand went to your hand, gripping it tightly "fuck!" he moaned, looking down between your sweaty bodies.

The euphoric feeling filled both of your veins as waves of pleasure flew over both of you. his head went back as he chased his orgasm along with you.

"Fuck baby!" his hips continued to move into you roughly, groaning louder "I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!" was all you said before releasing all over his cock once again.

Wonwoo continued moving his hips into you roughly with made you cry out "Shit!" he moaned before filling you up with his cum which made him stop and collapse onto you.

You hid your face into the pillow as you were breathing heavily along with him. his hips slowly moved into you helping you through your high as your walla pulsed around him.

"You okay?" he asked and you nodded "yes, i-i'm fine"'

He slowly slipped his cock out of you making you whine from the loss of contact and he chuckled at you before getting up from the bed to grab you a towel.

You began focusing on your breath out of nowhere and you felt your eyes starting to close until something wet and hot made you wake up and look down to see wonwoo cleaning you up with a towel.

His eyes looked up at you making his lips curve into a smile "you ruined my sleep" you pouted "you'll be fine baby" he said then kissed your thigh after.

Wonwoo walked over to your drawers, opening one, and grabbed one of your nightgowns.

he then walked back over to you and told you to sit up for a second and you whined before doing so "don't worry, this is the last time I'll ruin your sleep" he teased before putting the gown on your body and you immediately laid down right after and he pulled the cover over you.

"I love you" you mumbled while closing your eyes.

"I love you too, baby" he leaned over and pressed a kiss on your forehead making you smile.

Wonwoo looked at your sleeping figure before walking into the bathroom to take a shower.

𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐞 © 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟑

#seventeen #seventeen fanfic #seventeen smut #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #svt smut #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo smut #svt wonwoo #seventeen wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo smut #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo x you #wonwoo x y/n

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eveningrainstorm · 19 days

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my take on teenage raz and lili!

some design notes under the cut:

They're intended to be about 16 here! I didn't go for anything too drastic in terms of changes -- these are largely just what I'd consider natural evolutions of their canon designs

For Raz, my main focus besides just making him look older was to add a bit more resemblance to the other Aquatos in his design, since his relationship with them wouldn't be strained like it is during canon

Raz is shown with very straight hair in canon, but since most of his family's hair is more wavy or curly I tend to imagine he styles it that way on purpose as part of his Sasha Nein cosplay or whatever. He wouldn't still feel the need to do that at this point, though, so for this design I wanted to make it more curly, similar to Augustus or Frazie, while still similar to his canon style. This turned out to be incredibly difficult and I'm still not entirely happy with where I landed, but it's good enough

I didn't think he would still wear the helmet but I didn't want to discard it entirely, so the goggles were a compromise. I meant to give them some visible scratches and wear and tear since they're presumably the same goggles he's been wearing since he was 10, but I forgot. rip

Obviously the most notable change to Raz's outfit is the scarf -- I wanted something that would tie him visually to the other Aquatos while still fitting with his general look. I imagine they gave it to him as a gift, sort of an acknowledgement that even if he doesn't perform with them as an acrobat, doing his Psychonaut work is his own way of being an Aquato

Raz's outfit here is honestly very similar to his PN2 outfit. This is because in my eyes "long coat and turtleneck" is Peak Character Design and cannot be improved on. (Hence why I may not be the best person to redesign Raz.) He has an actual coat rather than just an oversized blazer this time though, so that's an improvement. With the turtleneck I was was vaguely intending for it to be color-wise something of a middle ground between the Sasha-style green striped turtleneck and the Aquato blue/green and white stripes, but it ended up basically just being the PN1 stripes with the PN2 color. which, you know, that works

I went back and forth on what their heights should be -- I thought it would be kind of funny if Raz ended up short and Lili ended up taller than him, but then I decided to just make them more in line with their families, with Raz being tall and lanky and Lili being average verging on short. Except then I accidentally made Lili tall anyway because I was only vaguely considering her height relative to Raz. I guess Lili's probably taller than her dad now? good for her ig

Most of their facial features are just slight variations of how they look in canon -- slightly smaller eyes and so on. the only real specific change is that Lili has a more defined nose now, similar in shape to her father's

Lili's outfit here is more different from either of her canon outfits than Raz's is, but there's still not much that really requires a ton of explanation. The goal was to make her look vaguely cool and fashionable, although as I am neither of those things I cannot guarantee I was successful

I tried a couple different hairstyles for Lili, and I'm still not entirely set on this one -- Originally what I settled on was to give her two braids, which I did like, but I kept doing sketches of her where I just drew the top part of the hair and was like "ngl this kind of works on its own" and so I ended up going with the short hair. I also briefly tried an asymmetrical haircut but I couldn't get it to look right. I think this one suits her though

Lili's tattoo (on her left wrist) was a later addition to the design, and even in the later stages of drawing this I wasn't sure whether to keep it. I like it conceptually I just haven't figured out a consistent design for it yet, only that it has to be of plants

god these notes got way longer than I meant them to be I am so sorry. Uh basically I'm still figuring out the details of these designs but for now here's Raz and Lili, they're teenagers now, thanks for reading

#still not completely set on these designs but i think i've mostly gotten an idea of what i want from them #i'll probably revisit them in the future. i'm happy with these for now tho #razputin aquato #lili zanotto #psychonauts #psychonauts 2 #my art

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 19 days

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(tl;dr at the bottom)

this one is just petty, and i'm too much of a pussy to actually do anything (though my friends do say i absolutely should) but:

wibta for filing a complaint (?) against my table group for a class?

i take culinary for one of my classes, and it's one of the saving graces of my otherwise utterly shit high school experience. and while i do enjoy the class, i've recently been put in a group with people who do absolutely nothing and it's been frustrating me. for example, as of the day i am sending this, we made zucchini fritters. the dishwasher and i, the sous chef, did basically all the work and the manager and executive barely did anything unless we actively made them. i can understand the manager doing nothing, since their job is to basically just supervise the kitchen and they don't get to actually cook (worst role for me ngl) but the executive chef, who should be involved in the whole cooking lab, just sat around and watched. now don't get me wrong, i love the process of cooking and making stuff, but it's a little tiring when it's me doing most of the work while other people just grab their phones (they aren't supposed to get them until the lab is finished and the kitchen has been cleaned, for sanitary reasons) and idle about. anyways, the manager at least grated the zucchini while i worked with the green onions and garlic i guess, and during this the executive chef just kinda. stood there and watched? he always had earbuds in and i don't really know what he does, but i thought he'd at least be mixing the batter. he did not, and turns out he really was just standing there the whole time so i mixed the batter after i finished up with my veggies. while i was doing so, i also thought that they'd have put the zucchini in a bowl or a colander or something and started sweating it with the salt, but nope. the two of them just sorta went off to do their own things (stand/ lean against the counters and watch) and so i panicked and dumped the stuff into the nearest clean bowl, and i did manage to get the executive to salt it. then when it was time to squeeze the water out, it was again my job to do so, though i am currently missing about a quarter of my nail on one finger due to it snagging and ripping off. at this point, i think i should mention i have chronic back and joint pains and headaches, and i was starting to feel worse and worse, so i once again asked the executive to squeeze the water for a bit while i snagged a pain killer. when i come back, not even a minute later, he's just dumped the thing into the batter mix, instead of fully squeezing it like i asked him to. then he hands the thing to me and i mix it and then i have to fry it. by the time i start frying, all the other kitchens have finished, we have like half an hour till class is out, and chef puts on hell's kitchen for the class. me and the dishwasher (who offered to help throughout the lab occasionally. she's a godsend.) make them fry the rest (one fritter). while i did do the dishes after it doesn't count since it was as a thank you to the dishwasher who helped me. but other than that, it's like this for pretty much every labs except for when i'm dishwasher, and even then it's not too different since it just means i have to go back and forth between cooking and washing dishes.

i vented to a friend, who also takes a cooking class (catering) about this and he says i should email about it to chef. now this is where the question comes in. i don't feel good about reporting it to chef since i don't want to be a snitch. i, too, engage in listening to music and chilling, so i get the joy of doing these things. if i were to tell the teacher, though, they'd get in trouble for it and i don't think i want that. and i might be biased/ just cranky. last lab, which was hamburger and fries, the guy who was executive today threw away the fries because class was ending even though not everyone got their share of it yet. this instantly put him on the "i dont like this guy" list of mine, and on top of that, i was already feeling a bit cranky and gloomy since waking up, and it was only further worsened by whatever class cooked in the kitchen before my class, who leaves the dishes all dirty and gross every time without fail (specifically, it was all three pans sticky with grease and a glass mixing bowl encrusted with a white substance that set me off today) so i might just be being harsh on them. i usually enjoy getting to cook and actually do things, and thus i haven't had an issue with the lack of help from my tablemates (is that a word) until now, so this could just be me wrongfully directing my negative feelings to them and blaming them.

tl;dr: people in my group in culinary class do jackshit and make me deal with the brunt of the work except for this one girl, friend says i should report their asses to the chef

why i might be the asshole:

i was already cranky and might be just making them the subject of my anger and blaming them

i usually enjoy getting to cook anyways

i might be biased against one of them since he dumped potatoes before i could grab my full share

snitch

why i might not be the asshole:

should not have to do pretty much all the work and they get the same grade despite doing nothing

still have to do most of the work despite chronic back and join pains and headaches + injury

having to actively get them to help me is a pain in the ass since they just go right back to doing nothing after half assing whatever they were asked to do

sorry if this is a bit all over the place, i am bad at articulating my thoughts and the likes, and am currently being fueled by spite, pain, and caffeine.

(@sousanon so i get a notif when this posts)

#aita #am i the asshole

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brandogenius · 2 months

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oh we NEED smth abt grumpy!masc!readers first time crying in front of julien

-🦧

imma write this one before i go to bed hehehe it is 1am but this is all i can think about rn RAHHH

‼️RPF‼️

BLURB - julien x masc grumpy reader - first time crying

- the first time reader cried in front of julien was actually during a fight 😭

- back and forth between each other for the past three days. what was the cause? they both don’t even remember. all they know is tensions were high in the house. any small thing would set them off into a screaming match

- it was about different things. right now julien was shouting at masc because they went out for a smoke (even after promising jb they wouldn’t smoke anymore) to cope with the stress and constant anxiety

- reader has been worried sick with anxiety for the past few days. obviously they won’t show it. worried julien might end up leaving and never coming back. or calling it quits.

- it was something reader worried about deep inside. about people abandoning them. getting too attached to people for them to end up leaving. it’s why they close their walls up and shove people away. a facade to stop getting close to people. yet julien was the one who managed to break the walls down just a tiny bit

- masc grumpy reader watching julien shout and point a finger. reader ignoring jb. not wanting to reply or fight. in their head thinking keeping silent would be better.

- yes it hurts and it’s tiring to fight with your partner but reader won’t stand there and be shouted at for having one cigarette

- julien just walking out of the room and stomping upstairs. reader hot on julien’s tail. anxiety and dread filling their stomach like “where the fuck are you going?” and julien’s in the bedroom taking a suitcase out of the wardrope like “if you’re not gonna listen to me then i’m leaving”

- reader standing there like “no- no you can’t” and julien’s like “idc” and at this point reader is standing at the door like with tears in their eyes trying to stop them from rolling down their face. you know with that lump in your throat you can’t talk or you’ll end up sobbing

- julien with her back faced reader, packing her shorts but hears this sniff and a small “please” and turning around and staring in shock at reader who’s curled in on themselves in the doorframe, eyes red and puffy as tears roll down their face, avoiding julien’s gaze

- julien who hasent seen reader ever cry or show well? emotions of sadness before is kinda just sat on the floor in shock. maybe she remembers and knows that masc grumpy reader has a hard time with people leaving / getting attached.

- julien standing up and rushing over to reader like “i’m sorry- it’s ok- i’m here” and just her heart breaking as reader collapses and breaks down, holding onto julien like it’s the only thing she has.

- reader who doesn’t initiate physical contact first other than a small hug or resting their hand on julien’s thigh. having them cry into her chest was something that HURT

- rubbing their back like “i’m not gonna go anywhere- i promise” and reader who holds into jbs shirt even tighter like “don’t go”

- bringing reader over to the bed, both lying down on it. the only time masc grumpy reader would ever be little spoon in this situation ngl

- reader tiring themselves out and end up passing out on julien’s chest. julien sat there with tears in her own eyes. it hurt to see reader crumble like this. promising to talk about it in the morning

(i’m open to turning this into a fic 👁️ if y’all want one. where first part i can expand on this ^^ more. getting more lore for masc grumpy reader)

#pom writes #orangutan anon the bestest #julien baker x reader #julien baker x masc!reader #julien baker headcanons #julien baker au #julien baker fanfic #julien baker angst #julien baker one shot #julien baker blurb #julien baker fluff #boygenius x reader #boygenius fanfic #boygenius au #boygenius one shot

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spideybatsy · 2 years

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Ocean Eyes | J.C.

Summary: Scarecrow and Bruce's apprentice keep running into each other.

Pairing: Jonathan Crane x GN!Reader

WC: 2K

Warnings: Kidnapping

Notes: I wrote this back on March, so please don't roast me too hard! I also suck at summaries, ngl.

Masterlist

You still remember the first time you met him. It had been a Tuesday night, Bruce had told you to stay at the manor but you were never one for following instructions. Anyway, it was a well-known fact that Batman had fairly regular run-ins with Scarecrow but you’d been forced to sit them out. Enough was enough, this was the time you’d be there too.

You’d arrived at a run-down warehouse and Bruce, upset but not surprised to see you, instructed you to go left while he went right, the two of you’d meet at the back. You’d finally cleared your side and spotted Batsy leant against the wall, submerged in the shadows.

“Nothing this way, should we go through the door?” You’d still been fairly new to all this, having only joined Bruce a few months prior.

“Sure, if that’s what you’d like.”

A chill ran down your spine, you’d heard his voice hundreds of times and that was not Bruce.

You’d gone to spin around but he was already there, pushing you back into the brick and knocking the breath out of you.

“What are you?” He hummed, the sound slightly muffled by the rough material covering his face. “Some sort of pet?”

“Get. Off. Me.” You pushed back against him but only managed to scratch some of your own skin.

His hand came up and cupped your face, squeezing your chin between his thumb and forefinger. “I wonder what you’re hiding behind that mask.” He leaned in closer and you finally caught a glimpse of those bright blue eyes peaking from behind the mask. “I’ll have to look next time but for now it’s goodbye.”

His hand raised above his head and then everything went black. When you’d finally woken up, Bruce was hovering above you, doing the vital checks.

You didn’t see Scarecrow again that night.

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The second time you ran into him, you hadn’t even been looking. You were on patrol when screams came from an abandoned apartment block. You’d rushed over, busting every door open until you eventually found the man lying on the floor, cradling his legs as he rocked back and forth.

You’d heard about Scarecrow’s toxin but had never seen it yourself. Alas, you instantly recognised it and got to work. You approached the man with your hands up and softly let him know you were here to help. The squeak of a door in the corner caught your ear and by the time you had turned to investigate, Scarecrow was rushing towards you.

Caught off guard, you stumbled away before gracefully dodging him. You flipped back to face him can went in for another attack. It was only a matter of seconds later that you had him pinned to the floor, your legs on either side of his chest.

“I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight.” You’d mumbled, taking a moment to catch your breath.

“Then that makes two of us.” You couldn’t help but laugh, at least he had a sense of humour. He stared at you for a moment, almost like he was taken aback. “Not with your bat tonight?”

“That’s for me to know and you to worry about.” You smirked back. “Although clearly I don’t need help taking you down.”

You expected a laugh but instead he remained silent and simply stared at you. His eyes were so blue, almost as incredible as the most beautiful beach. You quickly shook the thought away, now was not the time.

“Do forgive me, my dear.”

You about to ask why when he moved forward, effortlessly flipping you around, so he was now sat above you. He pinned your wrists with one hand, the other creeping up to your mask. He took hold of it but didn’t remove it, he seemed almost hesitant.

“Please don’t,” you’d begged, the tears welling in your eyes.

“I simply must know.” He’d mumbled and then your mask was gone.

You must’ve been there for a few minutes, helpless as he simply looked you over. You’d felt almost self-conscious under his gaze. He mumbled something under his breath but you couldn’t make it out.

“As much as I’d love to stay, I must get going now.” He straightened up like he was going to move away and then froze. You could see his eyes dart back to you and then he leant over, grabbing something you couldn’t see.

It was your mask.

He gently put it back on you and made sure it was secure before he stood up and walked away. The room filled with gas as he closed the door behind him. The man in the corner continued to meltdown and then a few more screams came. There were more people in the room.

You immediately called Bruce for backup, but you couldn’t help but wonder why he’d put your mask back on. Was he saving you for a bigger and worse punishment? Or was he trying to protect you? And if so, why?

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The third time you saw him, you didn’t even know it.

You’d moved to Gotham so you could attend university, hoping to study psychology. You’d come from a low economic background and had seen too many loved ones fall into the pit of mental illness, some even succumbing to their worst thoughts. There was no decent help in your hometown, so your dream was to learn from the best and eventually return, bringing all your knowledge with you.

Even with a scholarship, you were forced to live in the worst part of Gotham. The Burrow. You don’t even remember how it happened, you had just stumbled into the right place at the right time and suddenly the Prince of Gotham, Bruce Wayne himself, saw you. With the goodness of his heart, aka Alfred, he’d taken you in. It didn’t take long to find out about Batman and suddenly you were joining him on his missions.

Despite the fact you were now an ass kicking vigilante, you hadn’t given up on your dreams.

That’s how you found yourself at Arkham Asylum, completing an internship. You’d been working with Dr Brian, a sweet man who took great pride in what he did. It was your last day when you noticed a man standing at the end of the hallway, frozen. He was staring straight at you, so you waved sheepishly. He jumped slightly, before shaking his head and wondering in the opposite direction.

“Dr Brian, who is that?” You pointed down the hallway at him.

“Oh, that’s Dr Crane.” He laughed light, “he’s not very sociable. Don’t take anything he says personally.”

You didn’t see him for the rest of the day.

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That brought you too tonight. Bruce was being forced to attend a ‘boring old gala’ and brought you along. You’ve never been to such an event before and you couldn’t help but gasp as you looked up at the massive chandelier.

“We should get one of those for the manor.” You giggle, pointing up at it.

Bruce quirks his eyebrows before letting out a low chuckle, “sure, as long as it keeps you out of trouble.”

Tonight was also your first night free of patrol and study in months and you can’t help but smile a little brighter than usual. Bruce pretended he was dreading the night but you secretly think he was excited to have you by his side, not that he’d ever admit it.

You spend most of the night mingling, attached to Bruce’s side as he introduces you to all the rich people of Gotham. You’re getting another glass of wine when you spot something from the corner of your eye. Dr Crane stands across the room. He’s looking right back at you. You give him a small smile before turning back to find Bruce. Handing him glass of wine, you intertwine your arms.

The woman flirting with Bruce shoots you a begrudging smile, but you hardly notice, discretely looking around and finding Dr Crane again. He’s still looking at you.

You suck in a breath, why does he keep doing that?

Bruce notices your anxiety, excusing the woman as he gently asks what’s wrong.

“Dr Crane is here,” you’d told Bruce about your brief encounter at Arkham. “He keeps staring at me again.”

Bruce turns, easily spotting Crane in the crowd. “Let’s go talk to him, maybe he wants to give you some funding?”

You anxiously nod your head and stay with Bruce as he pushes through the crowd.

“Dr Crane, it’s lovely to finally meet you.” Bruce sticks his hand out, but Crane ignores it, shifting his glance between the two of you. He looks unbothered, like he’s not talking to one of the richest men in the world but instead some common thug.

“The pleasure is all mine.” Crane turns his attention to you, “and you are?”

You politely introduce yourself, instinctually going for a handshake. Just as you go to pull your hand back, he reaches out and takes it, giving it a firm shake.

A woman from the Asylum spots the three of us, quickly jumping in to talk to Bruce about donations. You awkwardly stand by, purposely looking away from the Doctor.

“Would you like to dance?” His question catches you off guard and you look to Bruce for an excuse but he hasn’t even noticed.

You sigh quietly under your breath, perhaps this can lead to more research in Arkham. “Of course.”

Crane gives you your hand and leads you to the dance floor, pulling you toward him and placing one hand on your waist. He begins to sway you.

“I wasn’t aware Bruce was in a relationship.”

“Oh god no,” you laugh. “He’s my cousin.”

You and Bruce had decided early on that you’d tell everyone you were cousins in hope of avoiding any suspicion.

“I must apologise for my actions at Arkham, I didn’t mean to be so rude.” Crane spoke, picking up the tempo as the song changed.

“It’s okay Dr Crane, we can all be awkward.” You smile and look up into his eyes. They’re so incredibly blue and they remind you of someone, but you just can’t put your finger on it.

“Please, call me Jonathan.” He chuckles. “So, what were you doing at Arkham?”

You immediately delve into your area of interest and upcoming plans. Jonathan seems genuinely interested, even though he looks up at something else every few seconds. “All of which depends on grant money, of course.”

“I’ll see if I can do anything.” A huge grins spreads across your face.

“That would be incredible, thank you!”

He bends down to stare at you and suddenly you can’t help but stare into his eyes. So, so blue. They’re almost as incredible as the most beautiful beach.

A chill runs down your spine.

You had definitely seen those eyes before. The eyes of a murderer. How could you ever forget.

Something in your expression must’ve changed, as suddenly his grip became tighter.

“What’s wrong?” He looks down at you through his glasses, those eyes burning holes into you.

“N-Nothing, I just remembered I need to tell Bruce something.” You release your hand but his holds on tight. You try to turn away but his grip is like a vice, you’ll have bruises in the morning.

“I-I-I,” you stutter. All of your training has gone out the window. “BRU-“

Jonathan clamps something around your mouth and it doesn’t take long to realise it’s a mask. Smoke begins to fill the air, as guests begin to scream and scramble away. You catch Bruce’s eye but it’s too late, he’s being dragged away by the crowd.

The world goes dark as Jonathan places a bag over your head, pushing you up so you’re hanging over his shoulder.

“Do forgive me, my dear.”

#Jonathan crane #scarecrow #scare crow #batman #dc #scarecrow x reader #Jonathan crane x reader #bruce wayne #x reader #Cillian murphy #cillian murphy #Cillian murphy x reader #y/n #peaky blinders

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brittle-doughie · 1 year

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I has to make sure I read the guidelines 10 times, so I checked your masterlist and saw a page in the crw about the ancients and the creme Republic. Meeting Y/n then getting infected (sadge ngl) but It actually makes me wonder how would they ACTUALLY meet Y/n, in the normal circumstances (also how would they handle the fact everyone wants to have their bonding time with y/n?)

The Deal with Ancients V1

I went crazy on this one lol. Pretty long read already, so the Republic will be in a part 2 to this request, hopefully that’s ok with ya! Relied on the story with these, so White Lily and Golden Cheese might come later in the future!

Pure Vanilla Cookie

You would follow along Brave and the gang as you went through the many kingdoms in the story, starting with the Vanilla Kingdom. You’d meet Black Raisin and Healer Cookie after a few scuffles, Healer helped cleared up the air which had made Black Raisin greatly apologetic towards you later on, but still needed more time to fully trust you.

Healer Cookie would take a heap of interest towards you instead, he will admit seeing you in battle against the Wafflebots did make him warm inside. He would always be right beside you during the trip to the Vanilla Kingdom and was quick to heal you up if you ever got hurt in fight, he would always brightened up when you give him appreciation for his efforts through hugs and headpatting. Cue shenanigans between him and the group vs Strawberry Crepe as they back and forth kidnap you to their side.

He was protective of you when Dark Enchantress and the CoD expressed interest in you too after previous confrontations, they would be taking you away as they reduce your friends to crumbs, Healer would not allow that. You could really feel the tension in the air as Healer and DE stared each other down from across the table. Pomegranate Cookie would let out a condescending remark or two, how you would be a much better fit among the Cookies of Darkness, you shouldn’t be wasting your time on these cookies, they were beneath a cookie of your level. If Healer Cookie wasn’t angry before, he was now. He refuses to let them bring down the others and he especially refuses to hand over a cookie that he’s grown to care about in the time spent together with him. To be honest, you weren’t really caught majorly off guard when he ended up being Pure Vanilla all along, it was kind of obvious to you.

The visions of his friends shook up PV a great deal, but it seemed another vision was in store for him, a vision of you leading an army of darkness across all of Earthbread, under the order of Dark Enchantress. Seeing you being used for evil and seeing those whom he cared about in peril was too much for him to handle.

You were trapped in a jar alongside him, heavily guarded by magic and creatures. If at worst the plan didn’t go accordingly, the CoD could at least carry you off with them as the others were preoccupied with PV. However the arrival of Black Raisin and PV’s awakening threw a wrench in that plan too as you were rescued before they could whisk you away. PV and Raisin thanked all of you for your help, he held your hand and asked if you would like to remain here to help rebuild the kingdom with him. As flattered as you were, you ultimately tell him that you wanted to continue traveling along your pals to the other kingdoms.

He was saddened to hear this, Raisin was too, but agreed if you promise to write to him often! You sheepishly agreed~

Hollyberry Cookie

Cue Marketplace Ruckus events, thankfully the Brave gang came by and joined along with Knight and Princess Cookie to get the market cookies to back down from a brawl. They were incredible irritable and made it clear to them that this wasn’t over as they headed back to the marketplace. You were pretty much kept within the group after that incident, conversing with Princess as you all approach the grounds for the contest. Cue Raspberry Cookie’s entrance as she confirms Princess’s identity but paused when she saw you, she was almost..enamored by you as her tone changed to being soft and kind as she greeted you, kissing the back of your hand to show her politeness. Princess wasn’t having it though and already you could sense another rivalry incoming as you let out a sigh. What didn’t help was Licorice and co. also being here to win the contest themselves, taking great pleasure that you were here too, they could try taking a shot at convincing you to join the darkness!

You felt parched later on and spotted a bowl of punch that you poured yourself a cup in. You had barely let go of the ladle before another grabbed for it, you turned to see a rather large cookie in a cloak pouring herself a bowl too, you two made eye contact for a second before she strikes a conversation with you! She was quite the friendly cookie with a boisterous laugh and cheerful attitude that would quite literally drag you along as you both walked and talked. You accompanied her to the monster shop where the revelation of what’s happening was brought to her, she knows she had only met you a little while ago, but she wishes for you to help her go to the palace and get her shield back, she wanted to count on you!

It was a lot to take in to have all this dumped on you by a cookie you’ve just met, but if it was for the sake of her kingdom, you suppose you can help her out. The following crushing hug from a grateful huntress was indeed painful, but you could feel the warmth in it. There would be many merchants and maidens that wanted to stop you and have a minute of your time, but the huntress would oddly be firm that you and her have somewhere to be as she took your hand and led the way to the palace, keeping you close to her in the meantime. Meanwhile, the group was torn between the contest and trying to locate you after you’ve gone missing again!

As you two walked through the palace, you can see the huntress look around with a look that suggested that she was…familiar with the place, she reminisce out loud to herself as she looked at the paintings on the wall, including the one where her son had married the queen, Jungleberry Cookie. You wondered on that part, she did have a connection to this place and looking back to Pure Vanilla, you wondered if this cookie was….Hollyberry Cookie?

The huntress would then ask you if you had a family to get back to, you told her you didn’t technically have a family of your own..but you did once have a special cookie in the past, now lost to you. The huntress quickly apologized for bringing up a painful memory, but you reassured her that it was fine, you’ve moved on since then. She brought you into a more gentle hug to help rid of any lingering emotions as she swayed the both of you side to side, she promised that she would protect you from all manners of danger, she..had grown attached to you after the time spent together and seeing you with that subtle pained look just then only endeared you to her. She swears it, she may have turned her back on her legacy, but she won’t ever with you.

Your suspicions earlier would confirmed after a ruckus in the palace has led you and her to face a dragon terrorizing the cookies and Jungleberry tosses her the shield. Holly revealed herself before everyone’s eyes as she showed down with the dragon, whom quickly retreated after a threat of no more sparring from Holly. Getting tackled by Princess Cookie wasn’t on your agenda, but it happened anyway, she was worried to crumbs on where you disappeared to again! The others were worried too and were surprised to see that you were Holly this whole time! It would be barely a second getting free from Princess that Holly would pick you up and hold you close as she announced that you and her became the closest of friends during the time spent together! She wasn’t gonna lie, Princess was a little jealous that it now seemed her grandmother was in the fan club now.

Hollyberry insisted that you stay with her here as the Kingdom rebuilds, Jungleberry and Royal Berry wouldn’t mind either! They wished to properly meet the cookie that’s gotten their daughter and mother/mother-in-law in a fit of fixation. You and the Brave group had to really convince them to let you leave, but Holly made you promise to write letters to her too! It was even harder to pry Princess off of you and when it was time to leave, the market cookies made their return as well. It would be hours later until you could finally leave after spending time with the brawlers and obtaining wares from the merchants. You pulled a wagon holding them with you back.

Dark Cacao Cookie

You tried with all your might to fight off the snow lion with the group, but the beast was too unrelenting and the cold was getting to you. You were on the brink of collapse before Caramel Arrow Cookie came in the nick of time to help defeat the creature and guide you to the front of the castle. It seems the kingdom wasn’t how it used to be, with the situation not being helped with the involvement of a snake whispering nothing but venomous words to the ear of the king!

Wouldn’t you know it, said snake would make himself known when you all approach the citadel gates, Affogato Cookie. He made his character already known as he declares the gates remain close as he smugly brought down Caramel with remarks of her supposed treachery, something she didn’t take kindly to at all. When he took a look at you, something shined in his eyes, he wasn’t gonna let the group in, but he was willing to make an exception to let you into the gates as he gave a wink to you. You shuddered as Caramel stood in front of you protectively, immediately turning down that offer for you, which makes him leave the front with a laugh.

Affogato Cookie would later meet the CoD who made the proposition that they’ll help so that he can take up the throne in exchange to helping them get Cacao out do the picture and bring the kingdom to its knees and find the Soul Jam. He agreed, but was given one more proposition by Pomegranate, that Y/N Cookie were to be brought to them…Affogato Cookie quickly realized who they were referring to and was a bit hesitant on that offer, he preferred that he got to hold onto you instead and it seems the CoD caught on to his hesitance as their faces darkened with hidden anger. Pomegranate makes it clear that you were for DE and them…and for them alone…whatever Affogato has planned for you is nothing compared to what they can do for you, they can easily decimate him along with the kingdom if he doesn’t bring you to them. As much as he didn’t want to, he had to agree, but he’ll try to think of something to bring you right into his arms AND get to keep the kingdom’s throne to himself.

You and the group made your way within the citadel until you came across Affogato once again indulging in sweets with his disciples who will admit that you were quite the sweet looking cookie compared to the rest. Affogato orders the destruction of the Brave gang, but to leave you alone, the CoD needed you or rather, he needed you. You and the group proved yourselves in a fight once again against Affogato and his priests, he became frightful and scurried off when Dark Cacao and Caramel Arrow arrived which is where he and you would finally meet. He noticed the way you held a stance and wielded your weapon that he concluded that you were a fighter and asked you to assist him in matters along with Caramel still happening in the kingdom. Caramel backed it up with the way you held your own with the snow lion earlier, so you agreed to provide help as much as you can!

The CoD swooped in after the duel of Dark Choco and Cacao as Pomegranate laid a spell upon him. You watched in horror as the spell misfired and turned Cacao into an out of control being that began to attack everyone. It was up to you, Caramel, and the Brave gang to calm down the king, it proved to be a dangerous fight with how violent it became with even having a few close calls with his blade, but it was ultimately done as Cacao was dispelled, but you were incredibly tired. Pomegranate saw the prime opportunity of the situation to get both you and the soul jam, only to be stopped by Choco. Pomegranate at the very least tried pushing to grab you and run, but Licorice was bent on fleeing right now and avoid any further trouble, which greatly angered her as they all disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Once the kingdom was free of the monsters, Cacao couldn’t thank the Brave gang and you enough for your efforts. Caramel once more backed it up by commending you and the others for giving all you had into retaking the kingdom from the grasp of darkness. The both of them insisted on having you stay in the kingdom as Cacao wished to have a talk with you and Caramel wouldn’t mind if she can help you train a bunch in combat. The group kinda have to scoot you away from them, but you made a promise to Caramel that you would visit the kingdom!

#brittle answers #cookie run x reader #cookie run x you #cr x reader #crk x reader #cookie run kingdom x reader #pure vanilla cookie #dark cacao cookie #hollyberry cookie

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peqchsoup · 7 months

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omg joel calling reader princess and pumpkin made me giggled so hard wtf. JEJDJDJD but like idk why mean joel just gets me like just the idea of him being this grumpy guy but being such a softy for the reader😭 could u maybe do sumn with taylor swift’s I can see you? reader has a crush on joel, always looking at him, making up scenarios, and he’d always see this girl staring at him , smiling to herself FAWK 😭😭😭

hi anon, thank you for requesting!! honestly, I got this request so long ago and started writing this, but had so little motivation bc of mental health and the likes, but I went on a lil rampage and got this finished in like an hour ngl, im not a swiftie so I had a lot of back and forth looking at the lyrics to this song to see how I could incorporate them, so I hope I've done you proud! anyway, here it is and, as always, requests are open <3 no, this has not been proofread :)

I Can See You

BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

You tap aggressively at your phone to turn off your alarm.You run through your Monday morning routine of groaning in bed at the thought of having to see Joel Miller after you spent all weekend trying not to think about him.

Being the receptionist at Miller Contracting had its pros and its cons.

Pros:

Good salary

Free coffee all day

Staring at Joel Miller

Cons:

Joel Miller didn’t like you

He was always polite enough when he walked in with Tommy, but he didn’t take nearly as much of a liking to you as his brother did. Tommy always turned on the charm, brought you coffee and breakfast bagels while Joel nodded in your direction before breezing past. And somehow, you were infatuated with him. You would sit behind the desk day in, day out, daydreaming about all of the things Joel Miller could do to you.

You would watch him come to the front desk to greet the more high profile clients and would sneak a glance while he shook hands with them so you could see strong fingers with veins along the back of his hand running to his wrist. You would then watch him through the glass of the boardroom, pointing to his presentation or twiddling a pen between his fingers while he spoke.

You used that material to picture his hands all over you. You daydreamed about his hands starting in your hair, brushing it out of the way of your face before Joel drags them down your sides and to your waist. You thought about his bruising touch on the soft flesh at the tops of your thighs, picturing how they would look while pushing your legs open and parting your slick folds.

You groaned at your second alarm blaring in your ear, getting up and mindlessly following your daily morning routine. You had done it so many times that you were out of the door within 20 minutes.

Your Monday morning was just like every morning: drive to work, open up the office, turn on the lights, turn on the coffee machines, sit at the front desk, check the calendar, and try not to think about Joel Miller. You had accomplished almost all of these things. All but one.

You sat fantasising again, wondering which of the brothers was driving to work today. You thought of Joel’s hands gripping the wheel and how his brow would be furrowed slightly while he was concentrating. You thought of Joel’s other hand resting on his denim-clad thigh. You thought of how his eyes would flicker to the rear view mirror and how, if you were sitting in the back, he would constantly glance at you and mentally undress you. You thought-

“Mornin’ Sunshine!”

Tommy’s voice boomed through the office and had you scrambling to make it look like you were busy.

“Morning Tommy. Joel.” You looked to the older brother who nodded and threw you a tight-lipped smile. You looked back to Tommy who was holding up a brown bag and an iced latte.

“Iced vanilla latte and a breakfast muffin for my best girl.” Tommy placed the items down and winked at you. You thanked him before he moved on towards the boardroom to prepare for their pitch.

When you first started at the company, you thought Tommy was trying to make a move on you. You were awkward and didn’t know what to say when he brought you things. But, over time, you learned that he was looking out for you in a big brother sense. You were there from the beginning, seeing the office become a reality, and had become like a little sister to Tommy. He always asked how things were at home, if you had a pet yet and even asked if you had any dates (with the added bonus of comforting you when you went through disaster after disaster).

Joel followed his brother into the room and let the door click shut. Your eyes followed his movements; shrugging off his jacket to reveal the “Miller Contracting” t-shirt he was wearing that grew taught over flexing biceps. Your eyes traced up his broad shoulders to where you could see his profile. Tan skin met a dark beard that was always well taken care of. You followed his nose from the tip up to the bridge where you found chocolate brown eyes that you could get lost in, and did get lost in every time he was explaining something to you.

The same chocolate eyes that were now looking right back into yours.

You jumped and reached up to grab your breakfast from the counter Tommy left them on. You stared down at your breakfast with laser focus the entire time you ate it and, when you finished, you continued to keep your gaze downward by busing yourself on your computer.

You didn’t look up for a single second until it was time to greet the new clients. You gave them their visitor passes and walked them to the boardroom where Joel and Tommy stood to shake their hands and get them seated. You turned to leave before Tommy whispered your name and pulled you to one side.

“This could be a huge project for us, could you take some notes for us?” Tommy looked at you with his puppy-dog eyes even though he knew you would do anything to help out.

“Of course, let me grab my stuff.”

And that’s how you ended up spending all day with Joel Miller. Whenever there was a break or Tommy was sketching something on the whiteboard, you stole glances at Joel. Your eyes traced his jaw where it met his fists to rest his head on. You looked at his hair and how it was starting to curl up on the ends, waiting to be cut off. What you didn’t notice was the way Joel stared back. You were so fixated on his features that you didn’t catch his own wandering eyes.

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The day-long meeting concluded with handshakes and smiles as Joel and Tommy settled their biggest deal yet. You wanted to let the brothers celebrate their new project, so you returned to the front desk where you began to type up the notes that you had taken.

Joel was, for lack of a better term, a bit of a grump. He was courteous with clients, of course, but generally around the office and in his own private office, he kept to himself. You had never seen him crack a smile unless a client was in front of him. Seeing that smile in action had a blush creeping up your neck.

Not long after you returned to your desk, Tommy swung the boardroom door open, followed by the grinning clients who were all beginning to remove their visitor passes. You began to sign them out when Tommy called your name.

“Hey, Joel’s staying to do the paperwork but I’m taking these guys out for dinner if you wanna join? Joel can lock up.”

Your eyes flicked to the boardroom behind Tommy where you could see Joel with a stack of paper. Feeling your stare, Joel’s eyes shot up to meet yours. You felt your face begin to heat again and turned back to look at a hopeful Tommy.

“I appreciate the offer, but I think I’ll stay. I’ve gotta finish these notes and I wouldn’t feel right leaving Joel here alone.”

Tommy turned to the clients standing behind him, pointing his thumb at you over his shoulder.

“Didn’t I say she was the best?”

The clients nodded and chuckled along with Tommy and, with a final ‘Goodnight’, the group of men left. It was just you at your desk and Joel in the boardroom.

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You desperately tried to focus on your work, ignoring everything in your brain telling you to look at Joel and watch him. Thoughts of him flooded your mind. The way his brows furrowed and he rubbed his beard when he was concentrating. When Tommy cracks a cheesy joke and gets a huff out of his older brother.

Deciding you were too distracted to get work done, you decided that a cup of coffee was the perfect thing to get your head together.

You wandered along to the kitchen where you met an empty pot of coffee. Being slightly annoyed but getting on with it, you started getting another pot ready. You pulled the pot out of the machine and gave it a rinse. Throwing out the filter was next, but when you went to grab a new one, they had been pushed to the back of the top shelf of the cupboard.

You reached up on your tiptoes, leaning your hips against the countertop to try to balance yourself. But to no avail, you just couldn’t reach. On your last attempt, you felt a warm body press against yours, a tanned arm reaching past your head and then a hand moving past your own and grabbing the box of filters.

You flipped around at top speed, coming face to chest with Joel himself. He retracted his arm and set the box of filters in your hands. Speechless, you took a filter out of the box and set it in the plastic coffee filter that fitted onto the pot. Joel watched you in silence while you filled the filter with coffee with a shaky hand. Your chest was heaving and you were trying to calm the raging blush creeping up your neck.

The coffee pot was set to work and you turned around to grab a mug, only for Joel to stop your arm mid-reach and spin you back round so your back was pressed against the countertop.

His eyes were hooded, his gaze low.

“I can see you, you know.”

Your eyes darted from his eyes to his mouth, where his tongue ran across his lips. You opened your mouth but couldn’t form a single word.

“I see you waitin’ down the hall for me. I’ve been watchin’ you for ages. I tried to ignore you at first. I kept everything professional, but now something’s changing.”

Joel’s hands came up to rest on either cheek.

“Now, you won’t believe half the things I see inside my head. I can see you up against the wall with me. I can see you being my addiction.”

You were struggling to comprehend the words he was saying; they were coming out before your brain had time to register them.

One of Joel’s hands reached around to tangle in your hair at the back of your head. He leaned in for a tentative kiss. Your lips pressed against his and, in that instant, your hands flew up to meet at the back of his head, pulling him closer and harder against you.

He took that as his signal to deepen the kiss, becoming almost rough with you. His hands moved to your waist to lift you up onto the counter. Instinctively, you hopped with his lift and wrapped your legs around his hips.

His hands grabbed at the flesh of your thighs and kneaded the tender skin. He was everywhere all at once and suddenly, he wasn’t.

Joel pulled away and left the kitchen. You were left sitting flustered on the counter. Hopping down, you decided that you should forget the coffee and just go home to sit and overthink the entire situation.

You went back to your desk and grabbed your bag, taking a risky glance at the, now empty, boardroom. Trying to shake away the disappointment starting to bloom in your chest, you reached to grab your keys and found a sticky note with an address and a small note underneath.

“Meet me tonight.”

#pedro pascal #the last of us #joel miller #tlou #joel miller x reader #joel tlou #joel #the last of us hbo #tlou hbo #no outbreak!joel miller #contractor Joel miller #miller contracting

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royalty-unknown · 2 years

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Sunshine

Auntie!Robin Bucley x Cg!Steve Harrington x Cg!Eddie Munson x little!reader

WARNINGS!!: Angst/fluff, Poly relationship, Age regression, Violence, Strangling, babysitting, Big space *Only for a little* Breaking in, Kidnaping, Fighting, Biting, Crying, Shaking, Man handling, She/her pronouns used, Passing out, Mentions of blood, Mentions of killing, Mentions of death, BAD grammar and terribly written and mistakes IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANY OF THIS THE DOOR IS WIDE OPEN FOR YOU TO LEAVE! thank you~

WARNINGS: angst/fluff, Poly relationship, Age regression, Violence, Strangling, babysitting, Big space *Only for a little* Breaking in, Kidnaping, Fighting, Biting, Crying, Shaking, Man handling, She/her pronouns used, Passing out, Mentions of blood, Mentions of killing, Mentions of death, BAD grammar and terribly written and mistakes IF YOU DON'T LIKE ANY OF THIS THE DOOR IS WIDE OPEN FOR YOU TO LEAVE! thank you~

Hewo! This is my first story and I’m just here to say age regression sfw and not a kink. it is a coping mechanism used to help in many different ways NOT ddlg, Heads up it's kinda long ngl but this is my first time writing a story so I put much thought into it, Paci and Bottle credits go to @Pacisandstuff on instagram

https://www.instagram.com/pacisandstuff/

Sorry if the link doesn't work but lets get into ittttt~

Summary: This is Steve harrington x Eddie munson x Robin buckley x little!reader where steve and Eddie are your Cg’s, but chrissy cunningham died in eddies trailer and their hiding eddie blah blah and steve asked robin to keep her eye on y/n while they helped eddie little did she know about y/n age regression and how much she misses her daddies.

Heavy angst (Don’t worry the ending will be happy..maybe..)

2:45 pm

Y/n was upset, worried and stressed about Eddie, Steve, and the others. And upset that one of her bestfriends died so now she is pacing back and forth mumbling things that aren’t quite understandable to Robin who was sitting on the couch watching her, and trying to comfort her. “y/n they're going to be fine” robin said y/n was still mumbling and let out a clear loud “no!” in between mumbles robin was getting worried and was thinking to ask steve or eddie for help with her walkie after about 10 minutes y/n was a sobbing mess on the floor crying for ‘stevie and ed ed’ as y/n called them and crying for a ‘binky and sippy’ she didn’t understand why y/n was acting like this but she could say it was kinda cute but she still knew she didn’t know what to do so she turned for eddie and steve’s help

“Eddie Steve, come in!” Robin said with a little worry in her tone it took them nearly 3 times to call for them before they picked up “Yeah?” Eddie said Steve was listening in behind him “Y/n is crying and asking for you two but acting like a baby?” she said looking at y/n with soft caring eyes trying to calm her and not make things worse. Eddie and Steve shared a worry/concerned look and both said at the same time “little space” then said to robin “Um just go in my room and look for a pink heart shaped box under my bed” Steve said giving robin instructions who was following them as he spoke and one she got to the box she opened it to find multiple decorated adult pacifiers and some decorated bottles as well “It's just pacifiers and bottles?” Robin said confused as she heard the ratio static, “give her the box and let her choose what bottle and pacifier she wants. And Long story short she regresses to a younger state to help her with her past’’ Eddie said not wanting to really go into detail explaining because he and Steve were afraid that would change robin’s view of you. Robin followed the instructions to come back to the living room to a sniffling and whimpering y/n robin gently set the box down next to her and said a soft “it's ok pick sweetie” Y/n took a moment before picking between 5 options (ALL CREDITS GO TO @PACISANDSTUFF ON INSTAGRAM!!!!)

In the end she went with f/p (favorite paci) and laid on Robin's lap she called steve and eddie “she stopped crying” she said while gently playing in her h/c/h/t (Hair color/hair type) hair “what is she doing now?” Steve said as y/n pointed, got up and sat on a f/c (Favorite color) bing bag in front of the television “She was laying on my lap but down she’s sitting in front of the tv. Why?” Robin asked, still slightly confused about the situation “she wants you to play something” Steve said still worried but trying to guide robin through the situation. “Well uh ok um, where are the Vhs tapes?” robin said only to hear steve sigh and say “Their in her room but promise me you won’t ask questions or judge y/n of her room and the things in it ” steve said only for robin to say “Why would I judge she’s my best friend she clearly needs my help and I would never judge her for being her and being little it's nothing to judge nor is it something wrong with being little.” She said a little upset that they would even think that. “Yea yea we know..Sorry. The 2nd door to the left on the second floor is y/n’s room-” Eddie stopped talking when he heard an ear piercing scream and glass shatter “Robin what was that?” Eddie said but no reply “Rob- Hey! Robin!” Steve said still no reply “Fucking hell! Robin came in!!” Edde yelled into the walkie but still no reply just static this left steve and eddie worried as hell

Time skip to 10pm brought to you by chrissy crumble (Sorry)

The others had made it back from shopping for everyone only to walk in to an Eddie who was pacing back and forth while biting his nails and a Steve who wouldn’t stop calling for robin on the radio. “Guys everything is alright” Dustin said looking at nancy “No. No. Nothing is alright!” Steve said, raising his voice towards the end of his sentence. “Well what’s wrong?” Max said, trying to calm the boys down “it's been 8 hours! 8 hours Since we last heard from y/n and robin but the last time we heard from them we heard a scream and glass shattering!” Eddie said with while wiping his eye then the walkie buzzed indicating someone was about to talk they sigh in relief only to be hit with a bus full of worry “We know you all know where the freak is so I’ll give you 2 hours to hand him over at the reafe or your precious innocent y/n dies And Robin does as well. You took someone close away from me so I’ll take the sunshine of your lives away from you and come alone.” Jason said. Then static only to be met with silence, “JESUS H. CHRIST!” Eddie said while kicking the side of the boat out of anger, frustration and fear and Steve just froze with fear in his eyes of him even thinking about you not being here with him or eddie. Nancy looking at the ground not knowing what to do and Dustin sitting on a wooden crate with his head in his hands trying to come up with a plan so he doesn’t lose one of his closest friends.

About 30 minutes later dustin had came up with an plan to use eddie as bate get the girls back and get eddie and run they drove to the refe and it was about and 1h and 15 min drive which meant they only had 15 mins to get to y/n they got out the car and started searching eddie with steve nancy with dustin and lucas with max the searched for 10 ten mins and found the spot an hid behind some trees as steve and eddie walked up to him “Where are they?!” Steve asked Jason bluntly but Jason only laughed as he signaled the other men to bring Robin out. She was untouched but her eye liner was going down her cheeks, was she crying? “Why is she crying?!” Eddie said Jason signaled again and they brought out a whimpering and shaking y/n how kept squirming so they slapped her. “..owie..” that stopped her struggling and made her go unconscious and they tossed her infront of Eddie and Steve “baby!” Steve yelled as he picked up y/n cradling her in his arms while Eddie wanted to do nothing more than hug you he had to untie robins hands and when he did robin hugged him and quickly ran over to y/n to make sure she was ok “Sweetheart! Sunshine! Sweety!” Eddie, Steve, and Robin called trying to wake her up but Jason snuck up behind eddie and put a white pillow sheet over his head “ Time for you to say goodbye freak” he said trying to strangle eddie but steve called the signal for the others to come out the woods and that’s when they all starting fighting not wanting to but having to leave you unconscious on the ground cold, and shaking you slowly started to wake up but by time you did Eddie was barely fighting back against jason meaning he was almost out of air the other would help but it was 3 guys then jason Steve and robin took one max and nancy took the other and dustin and lucas took another but eddie..He needed help. ASAP.

Mumbling a soft ‘daddy’ You slowly got up trying to regain your strength and energy and you ran towards jason jumping on his back and biting his neck and pulling only for him to stop choking eddie making him gaps loudly for air while coughing and holding his neck jason screamed in pain as I pulled his neck meat off leaving a gushing wound on his neck but he rammed my back against a tree making me fall and slide down it ‘’Helwp” was all you managed to yell before getting kicked over and over and paver again in the stomach and getting punched repeatedly you tried covering your face to the best of your ability until everything stopped and you heard a thud then you hear faint “Sweetheart!?” “Hold on stay in there” before passing out

You woke up not sure where you are but you were scared horribly scarred “S-Stevie! Ed Ed!” You called out and it was silent for a second before you seen the door open to reveal robin and you started crying making grabby hands indicating for her to pick you up big you would’ve been self-cautious but little you just need to be picked up and cradled badly she picked you up and rocked you cooing and shushing you “It’s ok sweetie auntie robin’s here” she said “Auntwie robin! I wan dada’s” you said and she brung you out to Steve and Eddie who were sleeping side by side she gently places you laying down on their chest only for them to wake up seeing you and shoot up to hug you “ Oh Sweetheart! you're ok!” Edde cooed as steve planted a whole bunch of kisses around your face making you giggle “i’s okie daddas!” you said as you went to turn around only for your ribs to hurt making your lip quiver tears threatening to fall onto your s/c (Skin colored) cheeks “owie..” Steve and eddie frowned but made you look at them “Sweets you have a broken rib you have to rest until it gets better” Steve said wiping your eyes “o-okie dadda” you said laying down on their chest as robin puts a paci in your mouth “We love you sunflower” They both said “Wuv chu two dada’s “ she said before drifting into a deep sleep “Thank you for everything robin” They both said and robin only smiled “No problem She called me auntie robin” She said throwing her fist into the air and walking away to lay down and fall asleep Eddie and steve put their foreheads together then hugged each other then kissed your forehead then each others and laid down going to sleep.

Word Count: 2108

Hi guys this was my first story please let me know your thoughts and opinions but in a respectful manner! I know that this was kind of scrambled-ish , But hopefully this is good and not too bad! I will improve as I go and continue writing stories! But anyways hope your drinking 1-4 water bottles/cups of water and eating at least 1-2 meals a day! Until the next one my Victims~

Your Friendly Neighborhood,

☢Killer Bunny☢

#robin buckley #little!reader #eddie munson x female reader #daddy!eddie #daddy!steve #eddie munson angst #steve harrington #age regression #safe agere #sfw agere #stranger things #mommy!robin #Reading with bunny

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imaginespazzi · 1 month

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Ok bestie, anon who followed up on Amoore reporting back as requested ha. I should say we are on a similar page, her & Kitley are very tough to get a read on. And a lot of the online chatter agrees its hard to judge and goes back and forth on whether theres something more going on. For those interested, I suggest watching their youtube ch series for a general sense of them interacting. Entertaining and light vids, not overly long. Really just little things between them here & there that add up. And of course a person can review their socials..

Now onto the tea I came across online. Imperfectly summarized the best I can below. (Allow me to stipulate that I have no way of verifying any of this, so please understand Im not at all sharing any of this to be presented as true or false. Take it as simply passing along the posting of others for conversations sake here in a safe space. Comments/feedback/corrections welcome)

Its described as on/off thing, first beginning summer 2020. A VT insider says people are aware that Amoore hasnt been committed, to put it delicately/nicely. Leading most recently to a break of sorts last Dec-mid Jan. (Added pretty sure they are together rn though. And another person did point out if Liz was getting cheated on why would Georgia seem to maintain a good relationship with the Kitley family, which is a fair Q to pose). But notably, a strangely long break in their podcast took place over that period and for the first time in 3 years they didn’t spend XMas together or hang around each other over the holiday and when podcast recording returned they just said “we had Xmas” and didn’t talk about it. It was also pointed out that sometime in winter, Liz had tickets to see an NHL game and went w Cayla King despite her and Georgia talking about how they wanted to go together before. Only sus bc it happened to coincide w the time where Georgia was speculated to have gotten close to Kate Martin. Then suddenly they K & G werent interacting anymore and L & G seem back to being “besties”.

Sidenotes:

Liz’s "2020 love playlist"… apparently someone has screenshots that it used to be titled Georgia. Includes some fav bands/songs of Amoores. And a tune called Australia Street lol. Lots of love songs predictably, but some breakup songs were added to it at one point (the comment seems to insinuate during the time they were going through issues)

They're friends with a married lesbian couple (Youtubers/influencers? The Bellaires) who they once visited alone.

Also, fyi, Kate Martin is apparently recently back w her last ex, whoever that is - per talk re social media activity

You're my new favorite person omg because this is my kinda tea fr! Can y'all tell I love some good gossip?

I'm ngl, I was never the most invested in V-Tech or the girls on the team, so I don't really follow them. And I was pretty convinced Liz was straight so I just assumed her and Georgia really were just really close besties.

But this checks out with what I've heard/read too, that they were in that "undefined" kinda place, mainly because of Georgia and eventually Liz got tired of it. I definitely didn't know about the Christmas or the NHL stuff but that makes sense. Also from what I heard, they were probably done for good now with Liz going to the draft? But still being together also makes sense. I'm so invested in this now omg.

#ask #this is my new roman empire omg like bestie if you find more details come share

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kellykadesperate · 9 months

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red white and royal blue film thoughts n live comments below:

alex being scared of putting a foot wrong and thinking hey let me actually start off on a good note with someone who is familiar to me and henry just completely ignores him! lmao

romcom silly intro titles showing how different their lives are, through drawings with bad reputation playing. early 2000 vibes let’s gooo

“we’d ship the ashes to heathrow” lmaooo she is perfect actually

“white blond british” is so valid

henry asking the kids if they know who alex is just so he can watch all the kids shake their heads in unison

it’s funny how watching it i instantly pick up on the fact that henry has a thing for alex more than alex having a thing for henry

alex. eyelashes. eyelashes. alex

henry’s bitmoji has a crown. he made sure to add headwear

the text montage was such a creative way of going back and forth rather than just showing texts on the screen the whole time

henry’s face when the girl randomly sits on alex at the new years party needs to be studied i think

see i kind of like how they’ve leaned into the fact that in the book henry has loved alex for years and never thought he could be with him because we don’t get that perception in the book. but in the film it’s clear as day that this little guy is so secretly happy about getting to spend time with alex and then alex kisses two random girls at the stroke of midnight and henry is like: oh {something beautifully tragic and poetic}

idk why but henry’s little ‘here’ text sort of sent me over the edge

a black woman as the pm of the uk? we can dream

ok but the look of absolute relief, and awe on henry’s face when alex kisses him in the red room. he literally has to pull away in shock to see if alex is being serious like wow

“i hated how fit you looked” hehehe

the little just putting it out there about their sexualities was so cute and sweet

the way alex is just very much always himself but henry swings violently between so soft and earnest to ridiculously sarcastic and insincere about everything is so !!!

it is … [a mouthful] 😏😏😏😏

the fact that henry thinks he can only belong to someone else momentarily … is really something

“i went to an english boarding school … trust me you’re in good hands” HENRY FOX

i’m the first person to say sex scenes are really unnecessary but why was that actually so sweet and tasteful?? wow

again the addition (i’m sure it is) of alex talking about how important it is for people to see people like him in politics, saying that henry doesn’t understand and henry saying: “i’m learning”. it was such a cute important moment

henry and alex giggling in the hotel room in texas as they take each others closes off. best thing in the world actually

ok sorry henry is SO charming with his little “once unsuccessfully” comment like SIR stop

“where IS SHEEEEE? HELLO HELLO” lmaoooo

alex’s ability to not hesitate in the slightest about not seeing henry again always gets me

“i want you chewing on a crumpet by sunset” ok her lines are actually killing

alex saw henry letting loose being himself just living his best life and had to take a deep breath in because he was realised he was so in love

henry literally throwing himself overboard rather than hear alex say that he loves him. that was … HELP ME HELP ME HELP ME

very much needed alex to be screaming and swearing in the rain outside the palace but we cannot have it all i suppose

the way ‘i can’t help falling in love with you’ is such a top tier romantic song and they danced in the prettiest museum in london

ngl them sneaking into the v&a and that being leaked feels better than them just randomly kissing in the back of a car

a part of me until you have all of me was the sentiment to kill me dead. the addition of the exchanging of items as well was such a clever touch, considering how much that key meant to alex

ok but the way henry thought alex would never love him but alex did not only that but also said he would patiently wait for henry until he was ready. he constantly looks so shocked that alex is so ready just to be his urgh

“love sick homosexuals” no seriously why does she have the best lines in the world

staircase moment quite nearly killed me

alex watching henry play piano with this big smile on his face and then trying to play the national anthem whilst henry is just like: :D

it��s so cute because the film has really picked up on the idea that henry admires alex and his ability to just be himself so much

the bit where henry was going to reach down to play with his ring but realised alex was wearing it on his finger … the little look because they’re so connected

the little balcony moment was so cute, seeing all the little flags waving felt like such a moment

henry just running after alex rubbing his back making sure he isn’t freaking out on election night and then being like i wore a yellow tie :) it’s meant to reminder you of texas :) and alex just instantly hugging him and feeling better

really loved how they had the ending be the same as the book in terms of them walking into alex’s home. the little: “lead the way darling … OK well i took my first steps here” just took me out

so:

overall the cutest little romcom ever. it had comedy and chemistry and it was sweet. it was what it said it was

i actually didn’t find that it went too fast in terms of their relationship because it felt like so much had already sort of happened between them if that makes sense? so so so much was said through their facial expressions, like it was insane how much actually? i also felt like the paris sex scene added so much to their relationship because it just felt so ridiculously intimate and i felt the shift into something so much more serious between them

i wished we got a few more scenes (idk why but i wanted david and alex to meet lmao)

again the addition of miguel was something i got? didn’t like it but got it because i think the book leak idea was a little too complex or would have taken too much time to build up (aka too much time away from alex and henry). he was just a bit of a creep lmao

i definitely feels like it will be appreciated and understood so much more by people who have read the book. the idea of them both loving each other before we saw them at the wedding was felt within the book a lot more. the way alex had a photo of henry when he was younger and henry was so taken by alex back then was never said?

i also … don’t shoot me but … didn’t really miss june that much? like nora was fine but even if june was there i feel like she would have had the exact same vibe as nora. basically a sound board for alex in regards to henry but they didn’t delve into their family history or had their parents divorced which again … i kind of get? it feels like they were interested in alex and henry’s relationship more so than the building blocks to their individual personalities and they definitely sacrificed elements of complexity on alex’s part especially

the scene in the book where alex rings henry and just complains about his family is such a little turning point for them and would have been lovely to see in the film but like i said … i kind of get it

henry and alex were perfectly cast in my eyes. henry was so endearing and charming and complex and they nailed all of that and alex was loud and passionate and unapologetically himself

having read the book and found it hopeful and optimistic and so so charming, the film was exactly that too

#red white and royal blue #rwarb spoilers #rwarb #rwarb movie

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just-call-mefr1es · 1 month

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using my big brain skills, i will now use my band-o-meter to guess what instrument the basement boys™️ +others would play💥 i am totally a professional, expert at vibes n shit😎 each word i say is canon /j

Griffin

ngl, i can see him in the clarinets section. definitely a woodwind, no arguments on that. hes a lil squeaky (WHEN PLAYING YALL) but pretty good overall. probs sits at the end of the row. memorized all of the fingerings and can switch between them pretty well. THE BEST at fast paced pieces, will spontaneously combust during slow ones (honestly same)

Billy

i feel like he would play tuba or euphonium, leaning more on euphonium. at first, i thought he seemed more like an art kid, but now that i have the mental image of him playing euphonium, i change my mind. hes pretty good, part of an endangered species though. 💯💯 has complained about his instrument being too heavy, but enjoys just resting against ghe case whenever he brings it around.

Vance

Percussion. I don’t need to elaborate.

Bruce

first of all, definitely in the woodwinds (again lmao). i was thinking either a bass clarinet, oboe or a saxophone? if saxophone, definitely an alto. although, i am thinking more oboe/bass clarinet….. yk, knowing bruce, he probably plays all of em, or maybe im just lazy. we’ll go with alto sax. vance has totally made a ‘saxy’ joke about it (projecting cause my wife does that with himself)

Robin

I think he’d be a trumpet. yeah, he would. he loves that thing. he probably has blasted it on accident though so r.i.p woodwinds in the row infront💔 he probably thinks that he can hit high notes easily, so he tries to on the first try and fucking dies. hit or miss with fast pieces, he likes them but also hates them. has asked finney how to subdivide because he zoned out

Finney

same issue with bruce, but with clarinet and saxophlne (no hobo). then i thought about it and went, ‘yeah, he’d be an oboe’. at first, i was thinking of making bruce play the oboe and finney the sax, butttt i like this better ngl. part of an endangered species, only two other hobo players with finn🙏 god at sightreading

Gwen

looking back im realizing how indecisive i am lmaoo. so our two options were clarinet n trumpet. took me a lot of back and forthing until i thought, ‘hell yeah she’d be a clarinet’ so here we are. carries the clarinets, and is probably louder than most trumpets. she’s 50/50 on sight reading. she could be awesome at it or terrible, depending the piece. complains about eighth notes.

Amy

let me project for a second and just- ‼️‼️flute‼️‼️ damn i love me flutie patooties. anygays, she has more luck hitting high notes than robin (rip) but flutes are built like that, but she can hit them without trying. she shifts 294749103 times in her seat because flute can get uncomfortable (projecting some more). sits next to gwen and they compare what each of their pieces are constructed 💗 (i do that with my friends too lmao)

#the black phone #tbp #griffin stagg #billy showalter #vance hopper #bruce yamada #robin arellano #finney blake #gwen blake #amy yamada #band shit #im doing this becasue i can #its fun #totaly didnt talk to myself for 20 minutes #im going insaneee #musical instruments #*turns them into band kids*#it is a way of life

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lexinympho · 2 years

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Reader who deflects compliments

Kuroo, Suna, Kunimi, Himekawa & Bokuto x gn!reader

Tags/Warnings: Fluff (this whole thing is very soft ngl), a bit of angst, established relationship in the first 3 parts, kinda insecure reader, halfway proofread lol

A/N: Not me prematurely posting another fic😩This is my first time ever doing a headcanon list with multiple characters, so forgive me for this one being pretty rusty and excessively lengthy. Take a shot everytime you see the words "compliment", "praise", and "comment" lol

Kuroo

Tetsuro took every chance he could to throw compliments your way, not necessarily because you're his s/o, but complimenting you is something he finds joy in (your reactions are something he lives for). And since he loves doing it, it didn't take him very long to notice what kind of compliments you have trouble accepting, particularly ones that praise any effort you've put into something. If he commented on your hair, you'd deflect by saying you didn't do much to warrant a comment. If he said he loved how you decorated the room, you'd respond by saying you could've done more. If he even says you did a good job cleaning the dishes, you'll just say you wish you didn't take so long.

He tried to chalk it up to you simply not being used to compliments pertaining to your hard work, but couldn't keep doing so after a while of you repeatedly doubting yourself.

Things came to a head when he watched you work tirelessly on an art project for 2 weeks. It was a big project, one that he's had to pull you away from on numerous occasions so you'd take a break; he knew how much effort you were putting into it not just for a good grade, but for your personal expectations as well. When he commented positively on the art project as its due date nears, he wasn't the least bit surprised when you turned to him apprehensively.

"Um," your eyes flickered back and forth between him and the artwork as you fiddled with your fingers, "are you sure? Not that I don't believe you, but I'm not finished with it, so-"

"[Y/N], it really looks good. If anything, it looks like you're pretty much finished with it."

"...But I feel like this part-"

"I'm serious." He cut you off with a pinch to your side to rid you of any tension, then said with an easy smile, "You only have so much time to work on it more anyways."

You didn't look entirely convinced, but you went along and said, "Yeah, I guess."

He finally decided to speak up as he sat beside you, "Why do you do that anyways?"

"Hm?" You looked back to see him fixating you with a small frown, then asked somewhat cautiously to avoid upsetting him, "Do what?"

"Deflect."

"...I dunno." You broke eye contact to stare at your creation and conjure an answer he'd be satisfied with, "I guess I just feel like I need to earn it or something..."

"You don't feel like you deserve a positive critique? That pains me y'know, here I am wanting to inflate your ego and yet here you are doubting your own boyfriend-"

You forced yourself to stifle a smile at his dramatic flair, "I'm sorry, but-"

"Do you really believe you have to work for any praise from me?"

"No, I mean, yes, well-"

"Don't hurt yourself."

"Shut up!" You managed to get out with the laugh he pulled from you. "It's just...weird to explain, and hard to understand."

"Try me~"

Internally thankful for him diminishing any unease you had left in you, you clasped your hands together as you began, "It's honestly not that big of a deal, I'm just so used to putting in the work to hear feedback or get a clap on the shoulder. So when I don't do as much as I would or as efficiently as I'd hope, it's unfamiliar territory hearing someone praise me regardless."

"So," he spoke from his reclined position, "you're basically not used to receiving compliments you haven't worked for?"

"I guess?" You awkwardly toyed with your fingers and added with an airy laugh as you looked back to Tetsuro, "That makes it seem like I can't handle being called attractive."

He adjusted his posture so he could lean towards you to pull your chair closer, then proceeding to lean his head on your shoulder. Wearing a contemplative but committed smile, he concluded, "Guess I'll have to flatter you so much that you're used to it."

You playfully pushed at him until he wrapped his mile long arms around your torso. You give up by that point and say "Isn't it bad to flatter? You don't want me to get used to it anyways, I might develop an ego."

He burrowed his permanent bedhead into your neck and countered, "There's nothing wrong with a bit of confidence."

"Mhm, famous last words."

He chuckled before he tightened his hold around you and looked up to meet your eyes, "I'm serious. I'll make sure you can't find it in yourself to doubt...yourself. That came out weird, but you understand, I'd rather you feel like you achieved something instead of getting frustrated with trying to meet expectations. Just do as much as you want without worrying whether or not someone will judge your efforts, your evaluation of your work always comes first and matters the most. And if you really feel like you wanted to do more, then work on it. But do it for yourself."

You wanted to say something in response to his insightful monologue, but he genuinely left you speechless. It's been a long time since someone made you feel like they weren't telling you 'it's okay for you to not do your best', 'you're only human', or 'it's not that serious', only for you to feel like you were underperforming or doing the bare minimum. Perhaps it was Tetsuro's sincerity that made his words stick in your brain much stronger than anyone else's, because you know he'd never sugar coat his words to make you feel better. He's the bona fide embodiment of honesty.

He seemed satisfied irregardless of your lack of response, "And remember that."

"...Tetsu?"

"Hm?"

"Thank you."

"No problem." His face changed in little to no time after saying that. "Actually..." he trailed off mischievously.

"Wha--pfft!" You desperately tried and failed to push his hands away from you.

"You owe me the rest of the night now that you're finished with your project."

"I--hehehe--I'm not done-"

"It looks pretty done to me babe!"

As jubilant giggles bubbled from your chest due to his wandering fingers tickling your sides, you felt yourself believing that you'd eventually drop your bad habit with his help. You wanted to get better at taking his (and everyone else's) compliments, and he wanted you to feel good about receiving them, so there's no reason for your combined endeavors to not pay off.

It unquestionably took some time for you to get into a different mindset concerning your work ethic, but you eventually found yourself doubting your efforts less and less, not giving in to your past habit of comparing them to his compliments. It's gotten to a point where you'd confidently say you're enough to deserve his praise and affection without having to prove yourself in some way.

And Tetsuro can say with certainty he'd never grow tired of reminding you of that singular fact every moment he could.

Suna

Rintarou could only feel an odd sense of nostalgia, amusement, and the slightest bit of irritation after you made a degrading comment about your academic prowess. He invaded your study session and playfully complained about you ignoring him for your studies, which led to you saying something along the lines of, "Well I wouldn't have to study so much if I wasn't so dumb lol." That in turn prompted him to throw you on your bed and call you a polymath, something you had to look up the definition for since he wouldn't tell you.

"I'm not a polymath, that sounds so extra."

"It's a perfect description! 'A person of wide-ranging knowledge and learning' describes you to a T."

"You only picked that word because I'm cramming."

"Not gonna lie, I kinda did. But it's not extra."

"I'm not that smart-"

"Are you calling me a liar?" The question was a serious one, but the tone he used to ask it was anything but.

Your befuddled brain had trouble comprehending that however and sent you into a flurry of words (if they can be called that), "N-No but-"

"Then take the compliment, you're a genius who's cramming like crazy for a test they want to do well on." He said while delivering a heartfelt thump to your forehead with a straight face.

You waved his hand away to rub at your forehead and retort, "Geniuses don't cram. And 'polymath'? Of all words?"

A smile finally broke through, irrespective of your usual difficulty accepting his words as the truth, and he said, "No need to be modest~"

You stubbornly remained silent as you went back to your phone.

Anyone who didn't know you well would easily pass off your reaction to compliments as excessive modesty with how good you are at discreetly rebuffing their words of praise. It's a good thing Rintarou knows you well enough to understand that your 'excessive modesty' is more so you not knowing how to accept praise without seeing the downside to their words. In fact, your self-deprecating nature only truly comes out when you're alone with him, something you'd offhandedly disclosed when you assumed he wasn't listening. Not that it needed to be verbalized, he came to the conclusion on his own after some time, long before dropping the 'best friend' label between you two.

He'd normally grow frustrated from repeatedly dealing with someone else's internal issues or bad habits; having known you for so long though, he could never muster the energy to stay mad at you or blow up in your face. Especially since, as you said, you can't quite help the pavlovian responses after using them for years.

You've thankfully gotten better at not contradicting any approbation that comes your way, only stumbling on occasion when a simple 'thank you' isn't at the forefront of your mind. And though you refrain from making it a constant occurence, you show in your own ways your gratefulness for Rin's help getting you to this point. Some may think his practical nature clashes with the need for reassurance or stability, but you think that down-to-earth approach is needed.

That aforementioned gratefulness is currently being demonstrated, in your opinion, by allowing him to interrupt your study time for a cuddling session (he argued he was doing you a favor).

"What're you thinking about?" Rintarou mumbled from his place on your torso.

You put your phone down to acknowledge him, "How much you have to deal with me when-"

"I don't deal with you, I love you." His head shot up as he said that with a stern look.

"-when I get in my moods."

He laid his head back down, "Well you're doing better now, yeah?"

"Yeah, I am," you said sincerely. A blanket of serene silence settled as you ran your fingers through his hair, only to be lifted when you asked lowly, "You really think I'll do a good job on that test?"

"You're a literal brainiac, you'll be fine."

"That doesn't guarantee anything, math isn't my strong point."

He looked back up, "I think the fact that you've been locked up in your dorm room surrounded by any and all studying material and hardly replied to my texts until I broke in says you're going to pass."

Though said in jest, you feel sentimentality settle in your heart after his elongated response as you say, "Wow, you must really love me, huh?"

"You have no idea."

Some part of you takes that to heart, knowing that he truly does love you more than you could hope to comprehend. Considering how swift he is in tackling your deep-rooted insecurities and uplifting your self-esteem, you'd say his everlasting support is a testament to how fathomless his love is.

Love won't get you a passing grade on your math exam though. One look at the time had you pushing at his shoulders and saying, "Rin, get up, it's been 30 minutes."

He squeezed tighter and burrowed his face in your stomach, "You said an hour-"

"You said an hour, and I didn't agree to that-"

Kunimi

Akira is well aware of what backhanded compliments are, all too often being on the receiving end of them himself, and sometimes dishing similar comments out to others who rub him the wrong way. So when he sees you've changed your hairstyle and pulled on a jacket before the day was remotely halfway over with, he knew it probably had to do with what your classmate said earlier. She attempted to pass her comments off as genuine praise, but you and Akira were never fond of how she liked using insults disguised as compliments to get under everyone's skin. Her saying, "You should wear ponytails more often," seemed innocent enough until she tacked on, "you wear your hair down too much if you ask me." And as for the shirt, "What made you decide to dress up today?"

That one is self-explanatory.

Akira is now left sitting on the couch, mindlessly scrolling through his phone and wondering how to approach you about what happened. Although he makes it a point to not force you into speaking your heart out, you do tend to keep mishaps to yourself (in your own words, "I don't like dumping my issues on you.") Of course he had an in-depth conversation with you about doing that, going so far to say he wouldn't mind even if you talked his ears off, something he knows isn't likely considering how little you actually speak for long periods of time. But during the few moments where you did, you mentioned once, and only once, how you had trouble taking compliments seriously because you'd oftentimes hear backhanded ones from your own family.

That gave him context as to why you used to fixate him with certain looks whenever he said something nice about you, and he never made a huge deal out of your reactions. He understood where you were coming from because you opened up and spoke to him, in spite of your previous fears of him dismissing you due to the mien of indifference he exudes around others.

Right now however, you're doing the opposite, and he's quite frankly confused.

He lazily pulled himself off the couch and travelled to the kitchen to say something (he's not sure what to say to be perfectly honest). He watched you for a bit as you flipped grilled cheese sandwiches in a pan before he stated nonchalantly, "You changed your shirt."

"I just wanted to change into something more comfortable." You answered effortlessly without looking away from the task at hand.

Good excuse. He'd call you out on it, but the fact that you're giving an excuse in the first place tells him he should proceed with caution. He leaned on the counter, listening to the sizzle of butter against the surface of the pan, and contemplates his next move. He feels pretty enervated right now, he probably doesn't have to bring up the university girl, you two could just relax for the rest of the day. Lie in bed with the grilled cheese sandwiches and watch a corny movie to poke fun at, and maybe finally have a talk later on or tomorrow, whenever you seem more open to the possibility-

That's just more trouble, he thought to himself. The statement sounds a bit mean in his head, but he knows he wouldn't be able to completely unwind with you if his mind is stuck on this. More important than that however is you being avoidant of the topic, worrying him more than he'd like to admit.

With a soft inhale, he starts-

"It's something how someone I don't care for, let alone hardly know, can affect me like that," you randomly say as you remove the sandwiches from the pan once they've reached an optimal crispness.

-only to let out a breath when you speak first.

You glanced back when you add, "I figured I might as well say something since I could feel you psyching yourself up."

He pursed his lips and returned with, "I wasn't 'psyching myself up'. Just thinking if I needed to start or if you wanted to." It's not until after hearing what you said when he realizes another thing that bothered you, probably more than the comments themself: the idea of someone who's not close to you managing to hit you where it hurts definitely isn't one that's easy to come to grips with.

"It's nothing any different from the usual, just me paying too much attention to the negatives." You finally turn the stove off and turn to look at him with a tentative expression, "I know what's her face was being kind of sarcastic, but another girl came up to me later and said my ponytail was cute. I could tell she was being legit, so that made me feel a little better I guess."

"It was cute." Akira said honestly.

Your heart fluttered from the comment and spread a sensation of fuzziness throughout you. The fuzziness, however, waged war with the dubiety that was bound to arise after today's events. "You think so?"

He grabbed your hand to pull you closer and say, "I know so."

"Even though I rarely wear it?"

"You know it doesn't bother me how much you wear your hair down. You're the one with the cold ears."

A small laugh rumbled out of you, but you still found yourself asking, "What about the shirt?"

The smirk he suddenly donned warned you of his incoming tease when he answered, "It's nice and all, but you should really start wearing mine more-"

"I'm wearing one of your shirts right now you overgrown sloth."

"I meant out and about, like to uni-"

"Aki!" You protested, but knew you truly had no real difficulty going along with his request, it's mostly a matter of privacy.

"Really though," he pulled you in for a hug, "however you dress should be up to you. Some blonde background character in the back of class definitely doesn't have the authority to judge you, got it?"

"'Blonde background character'..."

"Neither of us remember her name, admit it."

You silently pulled away to grab your plate of grilled cheese sandwiches before saying, "Let's eat these before they get cold."

He light-heartedly rolled his eyes but followed you to the bedroom as he said, "You should wear your ponytail tomorrow just to piss her off."

"Shut up." You laughed him off but didn't feel all that opposed to the idea.

Himekawa

Aoi would be lying if he told himself he didn't develop some kind of interest for you when you took up the managerial position of the team; he is lying by pushing aside the fact that his interest actually started from your time together in class. He invariably observes you any time you're in the same vicinity as him, feeling revitalized from the sound of your voice reverberating around the gym, while managing to turn his head away at the speed of sound when you nearly catch his eyes on you. His fellow teammates are all too aware of the effect you have on the freshly turned 2nd year, especially the former 3rd years who visit on occasion, but it's not as though he's been fervently hiding his growing adoration for you. He oft gets called out whenever he seems to be waiting for you to come back from one of your duties, somehow being the one to walk you home when the rest of the team trickles down throughout the endeavor, and when he's bringing you up in conversation much more than intended.

To make a long story short, his year and a half of knowing you gave him ample time to espy a perplexing mannerism of yours that only makes itself known when you hear any laudation about yourself. It's nothing remarkably alarming, but you tend to boomerang compliments. You're not necessarily unaccepting of the compliment as far as he can see, but you aren't directly accepting it either.

Normally, he wouldn't pry about things unless they needed to be pried about; you don't appear to be outwardly denying any of your positives at least. But the earnestness that lights your eyes up tends to flicker when you receive praise, and he feels that in of itself warranted him confronting you about the topic. Which brings his attention back to right now, where he's currently walking you home without the habitual bustle of the team to accompany the stillness of night. After internally giving himself a pep talk, he decided the best time to strike up a discussion was now. He waited for you to finish your recount of today's practice match to look ahead and speak, "Hey, I've been wondering about something."

"Hm?" You purely responded, none the wiser about what he planned to ask, yet acutely aware of his fidgety state when you glanced at him in acknowledgement.

The curly haired male stumbled his way through his question as he picked at his bag strap, "Um...why do you always...throw compliments back at someone when they give you one?" He quickly added with a frenzied wave of his free hand, "N-Not that you have to tell me, it's just, you kind of look like you aren't comfortable, and you never really acknowledge-"

"It's fine, Aoi," you stopped his rambling with a verbal reassurance and leisurely smile. "I didn't think anyone would figure there was something wrong so long as I responded in kind with my own comment."

He didn't think there was something intrinsically wrong with what you were doing, but you went on to answer his question anyway. "I just don't want to come off as hubristic or arrogant, y'know?"

That makes sense. "But I don't think anyone would see you as such if you simply thank them. You're really modest and generally nice to everyone on the team."

"You'd be surprised," you said lowly, promptly taking on a despondent demeanor and looking away from him.

"Ah." Though your answer was short, it held quite a lot of weight and helped him paint a more comprehensive picture of why you react the way you do to praise.

His brief response gave you a certain impression and elicited you to say, "Sorry I'm being such a downer right now."

He stopped walking and lightly grabbed your arm to evoke you into doing the same, "You're not being a downer."

His small action coupled with the equanimous tone he used pulled your gaze back to his resolute expression. He continued, "I don't know about anyone else, but the team and I never compliment you thinking that it'd inflate your ego, we just genuinely appreciate how much you do for us and we want you to know that."

His words of encouragement lifted your spirits, but one small concern still plagued your mind, "I think the problem is that I don't know what exactly to say in response. I feel like 'thank you' isn't enough, but saying anything more might seem pretentious. And then I kind of get stuck trying to choose one or the other, but I end up saying something back instead. It's easier than saying nothing."

He gave a hum of rumination and started back walking as he said, "I think saying 'thank you' is more effective than you think."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah," he said confidently. "If it really bothers you that you can't think of a follow up, I'm sure most people would understand if that's all you can say."

You then asked fretfully as you're not quite convinced, "What if they expect me to say something back?"

"Then formulate a compliment when you're ready to give them one." He's surprising himself with how smoothly he's generating these answers. Perhaps it's the switched roles of him being the one who knows what he wants to say for once, or the subject matter pertaining to a personal matter of yours. Either way, he seemed to help you deduced from your outlook appearing more enthusiastic and satisfied.

"Okay," you said at the sight of your house just a few feet away. "I guess this is it for now."

"Yeah..." He really didn't want to go, but like you said, it's only temporary. Had he taken his line of sight away from the streetlamp on the side, he would've noticed your shared hesitance to end the conversation. Though he supposes he probably felt it in the unanticipated hug you pulled him into, feeling himself go red in the face from your affectionate side that all too often makes itself known around him.

He hovered an arm over your shoulders, not quite sure if he should reciprocate, this hug somehow feels more intimate than the quick ones you give him back at school.

"Thank you." You spoke faintly into his team jacket.

"Oh, uh, no problem! I mean, I really didn't do much-"

"You did, more than you think," you finished with a brief tightening of you arms before letting go.

He lost his chance to hug you back, but the beaming smile you sent his way when you pulled back somehow made him forget about his second long disappointment. Your infectious exuberance made a smile of his own grow on his face as he waved and said, "See you tomorrow!"

"You too!" You yelled as you walked backwards and waved back.

As he turned around to find his way back to his own home, he thought back to the small exchange just now and realized you already got off to a good start with accepting compliments by thanking him so simply.

He also realized he likes hearing your wholehearted "thank you"s more than your rushed and forced returns of praise.

Bokuto

"You don't have to say that, Kou."

The partially grey haired boy tilted his head much like an owl at your statement from his seat across from you, subconsciously slackening his hold on his pencil at you once again shooting his compliment down like a fighter jet. "What do you mean 'I don't have to say it', it's true."

You seemed conflicted but still smiled as you ignored your homework on the table in front of you to elaborate, "I'm saying that you don't have to say all these things to make me feel better or-"

"And like I said, I say these things because they're true!" If his tone wasn't an indicator of his growing exasperation, his puffed out cheeks certainly were. It's no secret he has a huge crush on you, well, it's no secret to everyone except you. It's not as though he's tried to hide his fondness of you however, he takes any opportunity he can to hang around you and and his heart jumps for joy when you give him the time of day. The only bad thing he has to admit to himself is how you can't seem to take him seriously, at least not in the way he wants you to.

"You're just being nice!"

"Gah!" The young man looked as though you'd just ripped his soul out with those four words. He dramatically dropped his head to the table and mumbled in a melancholic tone, "It's just like Akaashi said..."

"W-What did he say?" Nothing bad I hope.

"He said you've probably been ignoring my compliments because you think I'm being nice." Though his face is hidden, you can imagine he bears a strong resemblance to a puppy who just lost their favorite toy. He fervidly tried to ignore his friend's words, no matter how true they seem to ring at the time. Akaashi even went on to explain why he thought that was the case, every single one of his points ranging from you laughing Koutarou off to you occasionally saying he's exaggerating, all of which just served to set off alarms in Koutarou's head. That's actually what led him to run for the hills and find you to have a spontaneous study session in the library (disguised as an interrogation of the sorts).

"Oh. Is that...not the case?" Now you feel quite dumb for making assumptions.

Hearing your tone change, Koutarou lifted his head just enough to see the questioning face you give him, and decided to take the reigns of this conversation by saying, "Depends. Why do you think I'm just being nice to you?"

You cringed at the whole you dug for yourself, knowing he wasn't going to let this slide, and diffidently answered, "Well, y'know...it's you-"

He sat upright in a flash, "Is there something wrong with me!?"

"No, no," you shushed him as a reminder of the location you're currently in, "there's nothing wrong with you at all."

"Oh, okay."

You saw a imaginary glow of pride appear around him after you said that and internally laughed, but you had to pull yourself out of the sweet moment to clarify, "You're a really positive guy, so much so that...I have to wonder how much of what you say is genuine or out of courtesy."

The glow died down, "Oh." Only to return in a different form when he perked up determinedly, "But I wouldn't lie to you about something I compliment you over, really."

"But you compliment me about everything!" You inwardly flinched at your loss of control over your volume, but continued, "Kou, it's fine and all to compliment me, but you even have something nice to say about my flaws. It's one thing if it's debatable whether or not it's really a flaw, but me accidentally wearing mismatched socks to school isn't something you compliment."

"But they were cute-"

"See? You're doing it again," you pointed strongly.

"But I can't help it when-" I like you! He nearly finished his sentence but closed his mouth before he said something he wasn't quite ready to put out there.

"When what?" You're seriously wondering what he's trying to say and why he stopped himself from saying it.

"...When I care for you." He spoke a bit embarrassedly as he pouted to the side, something that noticeably caught you off guard. "I only compliment you so much because you deserve it. Like when you fixed your hair up, or when you submitted that artwork for the club application-"

"Oh God, don't remind me of that atrocity."

"I really liked it!" He passionately added as he shook his fists in front of himself, "And when you helped me with tutoring! Half of this stuff I could hardly understand without your help." He most definitely would've kept going on had you not put a hand up to stop him from doing so.

His words struck a chord in you and made you think for a few seconds about what he just said. Mayhaps the one thing that kept you from totally dismissing his compliments were how specific they tend to be, as he'd just exemplified, proof that he wasn't pulling all of this out of his ass and just being nice. You felt an innocent warmth tickle at your cheeks, but paid no mind to it, "You really think my tutoring helped?"

He finally spoke happily at the first sign of you taking his words in, "I know it did, Akaashi even said so. Even though I kind of got us off track from what's in front of us," he finished with a laugh.

Laughing along with him, "We should have plenty of time to finish this."

"Oh, do you have the macarons you mentioned earlier?" He excitedly peeked to your back beside you.

"After we finish."

He obliged innocently, not even aware of the oncoming compliment, "Okay, you know I can't help myself, they're so good~"

They're not all that. You nearly let that slip out before stopping yourself, not wanting to contradict his reassuring words already, and also knowing he'd never fib about food of all things. Thinking back to his words however makes you dwell on what he was going to say earlier before changing his answer.

An 'I like you' is probably too unrealistic.

A sudden epiphany of everything he's ever said and done had your mind blanking on you when it quite literally shone a light on a plausible yet unbelievable theory. A glance at him revealed he'd been staring at you the whole time you zoned out, the sight making your heart skip a beat as you asked nervously, "Sorry, did you say something?"

He shook his head and looked down to his paper in giddiness, "Nope."

It got hotter under your button-up, your brain struggling to comprehend that you're heavily blushing right now and doing a poor job of hiding it.

You thought to yourself as you turned to your own paper and fanned yourself, I'm fucked.

A/N: Thank you for reading this hot mess. I wish I didn't take so long with this because I've been talking about it for a few days now, but it was good practice writing about multiple characters at one like this (that and practice for writing headcanon lists of this type).

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